Regular humans have no idea how beautiful the darkness is. It cloaks the world in it's dark embrace, gently urging the world to rest like a mother that tucks her children into bed. The only real difference is that in the darkness's closet monsters most definitely lurk. They wait to grab you between their jaws and grind you to bits in their sharp teeth.

I hardly fear the darkness though, the only thing it's monsters can do is send me into my friend Death's loving embrace. In all honesty; that's the only thing I've ever wanted. As a matter of fact the only reason I'm still in this dreadful world is to attempt to save the moronic sheep that can't seem to think for themselves.

I hope I get some type of reward for this, it really is quite exhausting business.

I suppose the point of me telling you this is simply let you know that as I lay sprawled on top of the cornucopia that night, watching the inky clouds play peek-a-boo with the orange tinted full moon, I was completely at peace. The night air rustled my hair and I found myself wondering what death would be like, as I had countless times before. It had to be better than here.

I never heard it approach me. No branches cracked with any of his footfalls nor did any elated breaths from the thrill of the hunt pass through his lips. In fact I didn't hear her until his cold voice curl into my ears. "'Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?' Ha, it's the wolves your head should be afraid of, not little old me."

I sat up with a sudden swell of curiosity rather than the fear that I knew would have struck anyone else. I raised an eyebrow as I turned my head toward the thick pine tree forest that lay a few yards to my right, just faintly visible in the moonlight. Two glowing green eyes peered at me through the treeline. I drew my sword and waited. "You've made your dramatic entrance, isn't now the part in which you attempt to devour me?"

The two green eyes didn't move, they only continued to stare at me evenly. It was actually ever so slightly haunting. I loved it. "Me? Devour you? Thats a horrifying thought. I'm a calculated killer, not a mindless barbarian. Edgar, you and I are the same; both instruments of death." She cooed. Her voice resembled the cry of a million souls- yet somehow mocking and perhaps even playful. Well, if we were playing a game I intended to win. "Come into the woods, Edgar, and I will give you the rest you crave. It will be short and merciful. All you have to do is walk over here." I hesitated, observing the green eyes that blinked vanishing for a second only to reappear, glowing as steadily as ever.

"Please Edgar, don't look that startled. You think you're smooth but in reality everyone here knows what you are; a homicidal maniac deluded by his own imagination. You know, it's rather strange. You have personified death to almost be like a father figure to you.... What happened with your real father? Was he so hideous that he made even death look beautiful?" The wolf laughed as she toyed with me.

Pain. That was the one constant denominator when anything triggered a memory of the man who had sired me, for I had no true father. I had blocked most of the memories of him out, really all that was left of him in my mind was a thick bearded man with brown hair and violet eyes, however that didn't stop the pain from flooding my chest when he was mentioned. Really the dreaded wolf was starting to get on my nerves. "Death took him away from me." I said simply crossing my arms over my chest and staring at her.

The wolf laughed dismissively, "And I can let you go back to your.... friend that saved you."

I was silent for a long time as I stared into the brush. I wanted to- no- I learned to accept his offer but something stopped me. This was a mutt, I reminded myself, nothing more and nothing less, I was probably talking to a gamemaker who sat comfortably in a control room miles away. It was a gamemaker in wolf's clothing. I had a mission, I had a mission that needed to be completed. I could die at the end, but not now.

"Oh Edgar, don't play games with me. I know your wish. I know you want to kill people and then yourself. Don't play games with me. Come into the woods and I can give you rest! What do you owe these people?" The wolf begged taking a step forward, only to take one back just as quickly as if it had been burnt.

I was irritated. How dare they play with my mind like this? Especially when they really couldn't prove anything about my father, they didn't know I loved death and most certainly they didn't know that I was planning on wiping out humanity with my weapons. It was all futile assumptions. "Oh Vienna, Cicero, Attina," I snapped hardly thinking about the consequences for calling them out in the middle of the game. "or whoever might possess your ugly mutt body; it's very apparent you want to kill me. You're absolutely moronic to try and get me to come over there by offering to kill me. I'm not this psychopath you make me out to be. That being said, I would never want to kill humanity with my weapons." I lied trying to hide my disgust for the gamemakers. "That being said, this game is becoming quite tiresome. You quite obviously cannot leave the woods to kill me or you would have killed me by now and I am far too lazy to enter the woods to kill you. Would you mind leaving? Thank you in advance." I sigh slipping my swords back into their holder and leaning back to look up at my beautiful darkness.

The wolf was silent a long time before it spoke again. " I am quite sure you want to destroy the world, Edgar. I just can't figure out why. Don't ever mistake me though, I will make sure this arena kills you."

I sigh as I watched the clouds blot out the moon, my chest filled with the indifference that never seems to leave my chest. "Oh, you simple human beings, I wish you luck on your endeavor to end me, and once again, I have no intent to kill humanity- however if I was such a person, I wouldn't be destroying the world; I'd be saving it."

I said finally. My were words sharp and final, slicing through the wolf's patience silence like a knife.

The wolf said nothing. A silence returned to the arena as the wolf slinked away vanishing into the beautiful darkness from whence he came.