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His pale skin, blonde hair. his eyes so light you see the future each time you look at them. His decieving whiteness fools you all. But not I.
I see him for the colour he truely he is... black. His dark soul engulfs all, the weak, the strong all those who get close enough to be possessed. But not I.
None are as dark as he. I, theone with the gift to see the colou of all peoples souls. The colour we are born with, few have the power to change. From white to grey, red to green, I've seen them all. He is the only black soul in this world.
He has a name amoung you who are foolish enough not to see him. The Devil most call him, some yet call him Lucifer. But not I.
For me.... he is my saviour, friend, lover. He loves me as I love him, with all passion and honesty. He cannot possess me, as I possess him, I a his true colour, his contrast,
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Waking up, I feel the gentle breeze flow over my face as it glides through the open window; the gentle light of the moon pouring down onto my face as I look down the street at the passers by.
The sweet scent of perfume and colon is carried up by the wind as the people amble past my window, unaware of my presence.
I have found my victim. She is a petite beauty, not petite in the sense of height, but all her features are small, yet perfect in every way. All her features I said, no that’s not accurate. She has the largest eyes of any human I’ve ever seen, but they are still human eyes, no immortal being, or any other supernatural being for that matter, has eyes quite like a humans. Their ever-changing eyes reveal each and every emotion that person is feeling at any time. The slight dilation, change in colour or change in size reveals, to us, the precise feelings of the human, down to the last detail.