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The dripping was like an endless torment for the pair of ears that were forced to hear it. The sonic assault upon a mind weakened was relentless. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound echoed through the depths and chambers of the psyche that was gradually crumbling into shattered insanity. The dark desires of this mental travesty reside deep within the subconcious of the suffering mind. Shadowy thoughts of nightmarish things haunted the edges of this wretched victim's head. This mind's eye was closed to the horrors that plagued the soul of memories. Drip. Drip. Drip. The steady sound was like the march of
soldiers, one step after the other. A thousand man army marching to bring the doom the tormented longed so terribly for. To end this savage torment, to bring a cease to the demons that shredded sanity into gibbering ribbons. There was no army. There was no end to the suffering. Drip. Drip. Drip. Sight had left the tortured soul, but vision was not needed to know of the crimson taint that dripped to the floor. The precious vitae of a life once cherished, a life now tarnished with it's early demise. And the red drops fall. Drip. Drip. Silence. It was done. The last drop of life had left the mortal coil who had been worshipped by one and scorned by many. The temple now drained, the lone mad worshipper's screams erupted like a long dormant volcano. The whirlwind of madness ensued. And true fear was borne unto the
hearts of all mankind at the coming of dusk.
The following nights were stained with the endless flow of blood. Sirens, crashes, alarms, and all the other sounds of nightfall were drowned out by the hair-curling screams that called out to the unblinking moon. The slaughter began when the moon's bright eye was full and staring. When it finally ended, the mystic lunar being had closed her cyclopean eye to the madness. There were no voices left to scream, no hearts left to beat, no souls left to pray to a deaf God. It seamed the carnage had come to a close with the coming of the new
moon, it seemed peace would finally reign over the crimson stained streets and empty buildings. But peace was shattered by the lonely weeping of a single child. Innocent tears were shed, and flowed from eyes now corrupted from the visions that assailed them. The salty dew fell from them, and upon the soiled sin stained pavement. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound was like a bell to the murderously psychotic tyrant of the night. The shadows quaked with fear as the lone ruler of this place stalked the city streets with silent footfalls.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of an innocent's tears were synchronized with the liquid vitae that cascaded from a killer's fingertips. Drip. Drip.
Drip. The unsuspecting youth never witnessed the dark predator gradually approaching. Eyes blurred by the streams of liquid that flowed from them only saw the ominous shadow begin to loom, before the lonely cries and whimpers were silenced. Innocence was soon after lost.
And so it was that when the sun bid farewell to the skeletal city so absent of life, that Madness and Corruption walked the scarred memories of a lost cause. Both felt incomplete, however, as the world still pulsed with the life and energy of others. There was a missing factor, a piece of the puzzle still lost to these haunted wanderers. Corruption turned to the twitching form of Madness, and related the lack they both still suffered. Madness's eerie gaze was fixed on the small form of Corruption, and the laughter that burst from crimson lips was enough to make Lucifer weep. And so it was the destructive duo ravaged a bloody path through the land, though not all were made victims. Gradually an army of tainted youth, children awed by the will and freedom of Corruption, began to follow. As did a mass of mentally infirmed, envigored by the power within Madness's gaze. These soldiers of corruption, paired with the infantry of madness marched behind the two who were now enslaved by their quest for completion. Every place tainted with their presence brought them no closer to the third and final player in their endgame.
Until one shaded evening.