human raised devils

After the sun sets darkness
Beacons him
Calls him to venture
Demons
Ever watchful waiting
Fallen light
Gorging upon the flesh of the slain
Healthy, filled with blood
Insightful to the darkness
Joyful, drunk on fear
Killing,
Listening,
Making the
Nightmares that consume the peace
Of dreams
Peering into the evils of a mortal mind
Quivering, shaking
Reeking of hatred
Steely eyes, murderous in daylight
Talking with demons in the dark
Useful guardian of young devils; Teaching
Valuable skills, mouths
Wet with blood; sleep calls them; the human whom they call
Xaro smiles as his lessons fill their minds
Yet he knows when they grow up they will leave; his favorite whom he named
Zorono, he prays will return; even if it is to destroy him.

After years of raising night devils
Before he dies; Xaro had but one wish; to see his favorite
Creature of the night once more; the little
Demon he called Zorono grew up and left like all the rest
Ever since that dreadful day his life ended; he didn’t mean to get attached to the
Fiend, but it happened; his heart broke
Grief flooded his mind
Hatred for the rest of the night fiends
Ignited his passions to destroy them; insanity
Jolted his now fragile mind
Killing more in frenzied attacks
Lacking the ability to cease
Maddened
Never sated; he wandered again
Only to see the face that haunted his dreams
Paralyzed by the sight, his clouded mind cleared
Quieting his
Rage and desire to kill
Said fiend approached the one that raised him
Ten thousand fires burned behind glowing eyes
Unless the demon remembered him he would surely be destroyed
Venturing a risk Xaro reached out and let his arms encircle Zorono; he
Willed the pain of Zorono’s fangs away as they embedded themselves into
Xaro’s flesh; he had his wish granted and surrendered to death
Yearning to see one more time, he ripped the fangs away and stared into the burning eyes
Zorono, now enraged tore the flesh from Xaro’s bones and whispered one sinister goodbye