AnkaS

A  midnight conversation... Who am I, my friend? A demon in a man's body or a man with a demon soul? Who came first and who will remain in the end?         or are we one? Have the centuries we walked this earth together intertwined us? Have the lives we claimed bound us? A shapeless mass without start or finish, light or dark. I remember feeling you, the first time we fed. Your disgust, your horror and your fascination. It was like nothing you ever knew, like the most potent drug. After a while you craved it just as much as I needed it. Now it is you who cries out for more, who urges me to leave our latest home every night; to walk