Elias: There is no true way to describe the warm slick feeling of another person’s blood on your hands. Trickling down your fingers and wrist as you clasp their bleeding throat. You can still feel the pulse, oddly enough. It’s exhilarating and frightening at the same time, holding another person’s life in the balance. Exhilarating because all I need do is pull my hand away, and in seconds they will bleed to death. Frightening because I hold another’s life and trust so delicately. 

The scent is something to never forget. Metallic. It has a scent like metal in a way, also heat. Seems strange to be able to smell heat, warmth. I swear to you though, in that moment you could damn well near taste it as well.

Blessed is he who sees with closed eyes. Something that popped into my mind at that time. Looking to the person and seeing their eyes wide, but glazed a bit. Pleading with me to save their meaningless existence. Themselves to weak to move, so at my utter mercy. So odd, to have someone’s life in the balance.

The greatest act of mercy ever preformed. The greatest revenge ever exacted.

Both hang in the balance, as I hold the bleeding throat of a man who tormented children. Someone who watched them suffer. So now the choice is there, and he knows it,  he knows I will exact my revenge. This time, I will show no mercy.

Let's take a trip down memory lane 

The words circulate in my brain 

You can treat this like another all the same 

But don't cry like a bitch when you feel the pain

It's been a long time coming 

And the tables' turned around 

Cause one of us is goin' 

One of us is goin' down 

I'm not running, it's a little different now 

Cause one of us is going

One of us is goin' down

Elias crosses the room, towering over the older man. 'I will visit you. Perhaps in a month. Perhaps a year. One day, I will be in the closet when you open it. One day, I will be in the kitchen when you descend the stairs for a drink of water. One day, I really will be the guy sitting behind you at the movies.' He kneels to stare into his eyes. 'Listen to me.' Elias takes the small blade from his front pocket and touches the razor sharp tip to his right index finger. Blood responds. He touches this shiny dot of  scarlet to his mouth, and leans forward, kissing the man on the lips. 'I will be the shadow within the shadow you fear the most.'

Elias; This and last week has really tested me, and I'm willing to admit that I am struggling some. However, I won't give up, not yet. I should have guessed that living in a building full of demons wouldn't be so easy on ones soul. I'm incredibly angry at myself, and I can feel my anger rising. I mustn't take that out on anyone.


I ruined things, again. But not for Nameless this time, I think, but myself. Which I see as more than fair. It's karma. I destroy his relationship, and Nameless suffers. Now, the tables have turned. The bond that me and Skye had is probably now non-existent, and I feel the one pushed aside and suffering. I accept this fate, it is my punishment. 


As promised, I won't leave. I can be another hand around the house, or a waste of space, whichever you prefer to call me. I don't mind. I figure in Sebastian's current state, he may appreciate my help. Also, in this house of demons, and those destined for Hell, I feel...as if I fit in. I plan to remain here until I die or get away. Whichever comes first.


Cross, may you rest well. You will be greatly missed.