Seconds pass, minutes waxed, hours prolonged and days uncounted. Time simply flowed around him, ever present yet oblivious to it. The man possessed by a demon, a creature so foul and wrong that he wouldn't even give it a name. It had become a part of him and ever more the bond of power grew, so did his misery. The light of day proved almost unbearable now, even at night, intense light made his eyes shy away. Wandering ever more in the dark poorly lit streets of Kumogakure in the dead of night. He looked like a walking corpse, gazing with his preternatural eyes at his gaunt pearl white flesh. Stretching his fingers, the numb soreness and ebbing feeling coursed through them. A muffled sigh as his feet shuffled ever forward.
He wondered what the humans thought of him, he could see their eyes poke from windows or from afar as they all turn and fled or sought refuge away from him. Was the cloak of death so heavy? This dark malice that crept around him like a horrid shadow of truths. The demon would smile, yet the man could only frown upon this as feet took him to where his body craved to be. It was a place, an estate of some sort. His nostrils flared, her scent was in the air. She was here, his Master. His dear Kahako-chan. The thoughts of her awoken the feeling of humanity, Satou could only stir slightly from this daze, the burning washing over the feeling of remorse. For all he took from her, what would he give in return? His hand reaching out to touch the gate, yet stopped. He pulled away slowly, when hearing movement of people walking. A pair, a patrol. Immediately he moved from the entrance and was once more walking down the streets of Kumogakure. The hanging scent of Kahako was all around him, infecting his mind. The demons darkest whispers calling to him to feed it. To feed himself, to gorge upon that poor girls life. Even now, he finds himself more and more turning to her, the only truest sustenance that could quell the monster inside of him.
And yet, more and more he becomes closer to the beast. More and more he finds himself at her doorstep, begging for it even to the point of losing his own dignity. Yet now, nothing but melancholy thoughts filled the haze when his feet halted from the intense speed they could travel at. He now stood before sliding doors that were locked. Looking up he saw giant structure as Kumogakure's Hospital. A place where one could seek treatment for any illness it seemed. Kumogakure had been well known for their medical practitioners.
Even Kahako-chan was somewhat a big name here now. A smile did spread through his lips at his pride for her, wishing he could only do good for her as she would. But yet, this sin he was about to commit. He knew she would more then likely scold him for this. "I'm sorry Kahako..." His mind clouded with one thing as the darkness surrounded his body, with a wave of his hand the locks in the door slowly turned. The door slid open to his command and as he walked in he took no time at all to turn the cameras away from him as he moved through the Hospital. Avoiding any contact with humans as he was sure his appearance would send the weak into shock and any guards into an aggressive behavior. He kept to the shadows and when there had been someone walking by, the demon would hide in an unoccupied room till the individual had passed. Mostly the late night staff, the sound of the beating hearts in his head along with the heavy clatter of their shoes against the pristine floor.
It took him several minutes to find the blood bank, once inside he moved like a wild animal. Taring the door open with his bare hands to the fridge that had rows upon rows of blood bags. The demon looked about with a bit of unease to make sure no one had stopped or heard it. Then began to take bag after bag to his lips. drinking each one dry and tossing the empty ones on the floor mindlessly till he was on his eighth pint from several one pint bags. His fangs gently taring through the plastic as the cold refreshing liquid quench the burning, slowly he calmed down and was drinking at a slower pace to savor this. It would be but a few minutes of this, gather what he'd need and leave unnoticed.
Slumping down in front of the fridge, he kept a few bags on his lap. Drinking the bags more slowly. Nine, ten, eleven. It was on the twelfth pint that he stopped and looked at the mess about him. Breathing softly he slowly got up. If he continued he was sure to take almost all the stock. He grabbed just two bags for the walk home, and disposed the rest in of the empties into a nearby garbage can that filled it almost halfway. He breath softly, the burning was almost gone. But it was worse, before seven to eight pints of blood had satisfied the demon. It was getting more ravenous, in this epiphany, his mind did'nt connect quick enough to hide himself at the sound of the door opening.
He wondered what the humans thought of him, he could see their eyes poke from windows or from afar as they all turn and fled or sought refuge away from him. Was the cloak of death so heavy? This dark malice that crept around him like a horrid shadow of truths. The demon would smile, yet the man could only frown upon this as feet took him to where his body craved to be. It was a place, an estate of some sort. His nostrils flared, her scent was in the air. She was here, his Master. His dear Kahako-chan. The thoughts of her awoken the feeling of humanity, Satou could only stir slightly from this daze, the burning washing over the feeling of remorse. For all he took from her, what would he give in return? His hand reaching out to touch the gate, yet stopped. He pulled away slowly, when hearing movement of people walking. A pair, a patrol. Immediately he moved from the entrance and was once more walking down the streets of Kumogakure. The hanging scent of Kahako was all around him, infecting his mind. The demons darkest whispers calling to him to feed it. To feed himself, to gorge upon that poor girls life. Even now, he finds himself more and more turning to her, the only truest sustenance that could quell the monster inside of him.
And yet, more and more he becomes closer to the beast. More and more he finds himself at her doorstep, begging for it even to the point of losing his own dignity. Yet now, nothing but melancholy thoughts filled the haze when his feet halted from the intense speed they could travel at. He now stood before sliding doors that were locked. Looking up he saw giant structure as Kumogakure's Hospital. A place where one could seek treatment for any illness it seemed. Kumogakure had been well known for their medical practitioners.
Even Kahako-chan was somewhat a big name here now. A smile did spread through his lips at his pride for her, wishing he could only do good for her as she would. But yet, this sin he was about to commit. He knew she would more then likely scold him for this. "I'm sorry Kahako..." His mind clouded with one thing as the darkness surrounded his body, with a wave of his hand the locks in the door slowly turned. The door slid open to his command and as he walked in he took no time at all to turn the cameras away from him as he moved through the Hospital. Avoiding any contact with humans as he was sure his appearance would send the weak into shock and any guards into an aggressive behavior. He kept to the shadows and when there had been someone walking by, the demon would hide in an unoccupied room till the individual had passed. Mostly the late night staff, the sound of the beating hearts in his head along with the heavy clatter of their shoes against the pristine floor.
It took him several minutes to find the blood bank, once inside he moved like a wild animal. Taring the door open with his bare hands to the fridge that had rows upon rows of blood bags. The demon looked about with a bit of unease to make sure no one had stopped or heard it. Then began to take bag after bag to his lips. drinking each one dry and tossing the empty ones on the floor mindlessly till he was on his eighth pint from several one pint bags. His fangs gently taring through the plastic as the cold refreshing liquid quench the burning, slowly he calmed down and was drinking at a slower pace to savor this. It would be but a few minutes of this, gather what he'd need and leave unnoticed.
Slumping down in front of the fridge, he kept a few bags on his lap. Drinking the bags more slowly. Nine, ten, eleven. It was on the twelfth pint that he stopped and looked at the mess about him. Breathing softly he slowly got up. If he continued he was sure to take almost all the stock. He grabbed just two bags for the walk home, and disposed the rest in of the empties into a nearby garbage can that filled it almost halfway. He breath softly, the burning was almost gone. But it was worse, before seven to eight pints of blood had satisfied the demon. It was getting more ravenous, in this epiphany, his mind did'nt connect quick enough to hide himself at the sound of the door opening.