King of All I Survey
The time for hunting draws near.
The fire’s burning low as I take a sip of my whisky. I stare out the window into the darkness at the village below. The lights from the cottages cast the village with a welcoming glow. I’m not welcome there though. Most of them aren’t even aware I’m here, watching.
The urge to hunt has been growing stronger day by day. I lean my head back and recall the pleasure from my last hunt. I wonder if the villagers go to bed at night with fear in their hearts. Do they wonder if tonight will be the night.
I get a perverse pleasure holding out as long as I can. The hunt is my ultimate goal, but making the villagers wait, wonder, fear makes the whole processes more fulfilling.
An Evil smile lights my face as I once again stare into the dark.
Soon, very soon, my urges will be slaked.