Description from original post (created 2013-12-21 22:01):
They stab you in the back then end up consuming your entirety.
The wound begins as something miniscule, barely a cut. You don't notice it till it starts to grow and grow, getting deeper and more painful. Your friends are the first to see it but you think they're lying to your face.
When you notice the wound yourself, it's too late. You've become the demon, the very thing you refused to believe in.
The wound begins as something miniscule, barely a cut. You don't notice it till it starts to grow and grow, getting deeper and more painful. Your friends are the first to see it but you think they're lying to your face.
When you notice the wound yourself, it's too late. You've become the demon, the very thing you refused to believe in.