mephiles

As the life faded from her, I knew I was responsible for her death. Her zamrud, emerald eyes stared into mine, in shock, betrayal.

She was a pale yellow hedgehog, quills oleh the side of her perfect face. She wore a white dress, a wedding dress.

I, myself, wore a black suit. She was to be my wife, untill it had all gone terribly wrong.

I should never have disobeyed Master, I should never have rebeled against my creator, Lopec.

My wife-to-be, Brissa, had walked down the isle; my angel, coming to light my darkness. The isle now splattered in her blood.

Then he had come, Lopec.

"Crescent..." he had hissed. "You...

3...

I nervously glanced around as we readied our instruments. Manic sat at his drum kit, eyes closed, drumsticks at the ready. Rebecca was grinning, her fiddle set under her chin. David and Annie sat on stools, David holding a gitar and Annie a Mondolin. Crescent stood upfront, his voice his instrument.

2...

I pressed my Tin Whistle to my lips, holding it gently in my crystal claws as to not snap it. The audience stared up at us, impatient for us to begin.

1...

Manic hit his snare drum once... then again... then once more... untill David joined in with his acoustic guitar, and Annie with the Mandolin....

Confusion. Pain. Suffering. Tension. Fear. Anxiety. Anger. Worry.

They were familiar emotions to me, never absent. Always, they stalked in the back of my mind, leaving trails of horrendous feelings.

Why were they always there? Why did they walk in my mind, suffocating me of happiness and pleasure? They never left, even when I was truly having a nice time, they would ruin the sunniest of my days.

Was it Dark? Was he back? And if so, how? How did he manage to make a return to this plane of existence? Back into my head where it all began?

I held my face in my claws. I am Mephiles. I was created to...