Into The Darkness

A spectacle at last. Performers in their places,
the scene set, shadows circling.

I stepped in like I owned it—
indifferent, immortal, bored with the whole charade.

Eliminate the weak. Let chaos run.
Why should these fools star in my play?

Then they struck me.
And I bled.

That wasn’t supposed to happen.
Demons don’t bleed. This must be a trick,
a brief interruption before the joke lands.

But their teeth kept gnawing.
Rending flesh from a body meant to last forever.
Pain—real pain—ripping through me
while my smile held on out of habit.

I called to my master. No answer.
Begged my creator. Silence.

If this is mortality, take the breath.
Let me feel the final curtain.
But no mercy came. No rest.

I hit the blood-soaked ground,
healing just fast enough to suffer again.
Ancient power stirring in my veins,
sparks on my fingertips,
one last act of vengeance building.

Then—a crash. Splintered wood.
She came out of nowhere,
swinging a branch like she had something to prove,
defending the devil
without knowing what she was saving.

The monsters retreated.
I stood in the wreckage, stunned.

A land-bound oddity.
The joke, it turns out, was always on me.