The black bat with the masked face soared through the still and lifeless air of Hueco Mundo, its wings cutting through the sky and temporarily blocking the moonlight that forever shone on the grey world.
He eyed the ground and noticed a disturbance, a struggle of some sort. He normally would not involve himself but the panther-like beast seemed to be eating another Hollow, which he abhorred. He hated the thought of any Hollow eating its own kind, it seemed barbaric and pointless.
He tipped his wings and glided down gently. His suspicions were correct, the white panther with its mask as a part of its jaw on the outside of his face, had pin
What I become from where I came
A colorless world filled with no sounds or people
Either white or black but nothing more
I feel nothing nor do I see anything
Pitch black blurs my vision
Blurs the night as I stand here alone
No one there to be there with me
Not that I expected to have a companion
Companions are weakness because you need feelings
Feelings are worthless trash
They get in your way and block what right or wrong
Right or wrong but who is to tell?
Meeting the man who brought me under his wing
Was it wrong or right?
Following orders with no questions asked
Not feeling anything as I killed and walked alone
Loneliness
Wandering Nihilist 'Cuarto' by InfinitudeSovereign, literature
Literature
Wandering Nihilist 'Cuarto'
Not to
Exist
Not to be.
When these emerald eyes open,
It ceases to exist.
Therefore
What discerns my reason to being?
I do not see it.
There was nothing there to begin with.
A puzzle without pieces.
There was nothing.
A shadowed hole
No light
Was where I first opened those
All seeing malachite eyes.
All I saw was the impenetrable darkness,
My home,
A graveyard raven's nest.
A cave of despair.
The cradle of all things obscure and dark.
I cannot see any color
But black,
With these eyes.
I arose from the blackest sand,
On the very bottom of the hole.
The day I had risen,
I was made of light,
In a burrow