Vlos
XXX Vlos looked up at the full moon, his perch on the lip of the wall gave him sight over the surrounding land. The crumbling castle behind him added to the dark night, rising as a black shape among the stars if he looked. On the hill he rose above the mysterious mist that had rolled in from the sea. It almost seemed unnatural, how dark it was though the moon was full. Vlos's red eyes gazed down at the landscape without emotion. He did most things without emotion, though he could fake a sincere emotion easily enough. That was how he had gotten that fool girl to do his bidding and turn against her own kind. Idiot.
XXX Vlos was young, but only physically. In manner he was much older. His eyes held the wisdom of one who had been on this earth for thousands of years, the knowledge of a god. And in a way, it was true. With each one he killed, he gained their knowledge. Killing other witch's offered even more, for it gave him the knowledge they had acquired as well. He often wondered why no one had figured this out before. But because he killed his own kind, on numerous occasions, he was outcast.
XXX His mind wandered as his pet crow, whom he affectionately named Elghinn, kept watch from above. He would warn Vlos should anything or anyone approach. Vlos wondered when the woman would track him down. A small smile crossed his lips, though it was not a look of joy, more one of a sinister longing.
"Evil is a point of view."
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