Of Valentine's and Death
[Continued from here with @xxxlostinthefogxxx]
(Divider by kodaswrld)
The music rang through his skull only dulled out by the sound of a racing heart somewhere behind a rock. A small sound made itself known from where the soul lingered as if hiding. He pondered as to why this was but the voice of another entity spoke louder, dashing all thoughts he believed to control
"Kill. Kill the ones who stole from you. Kill the ones that led you to harm." The voice of the entity that flooded his thoughts instructed
He crept upon the rock as the heart rate made itself more appearant. Behind the rock lay another human. Terror seemed to seep from their very being. Harry beheld them with sympathy before their image was replaced with one of his supervisors. Behind the mask, his eyes became a dull white as the world become a definitive copy of his life's mission.
Anger bubbled up for both himself and the others that had to die uselessly in the mine from the individual in front of him. A low snarl escaped past his lips, the most sound he'd made in a long time. The pickaxe swung towards the other looking for its purchase. He was going to kill them and then, maybe then, the hunger would be soothed.
