I lay on the blood sodden ground, staring up at the lunar eclipse with ever-changing hazel eyes.

The sky was starless, as if a black veil shrouded their light, and the red moon was all I could see.

Dead and mangled bodies were scattered around me, unmoving, always changing, and forever still.

I was the only one that lived.

I smiled at my creation of a battlefield, baring ivory white fangs.

It smelt like death itself, and I relished in the silence of the dead.

Slowly I stood, and my bones cracked sickeningly in the still air as they reshaped and formed me into the thing I always was.

I blinked, and in that instant, my ever-changing hazel eyes became something quite inhuman.

With the feeling of rage and blood thirst, I set my pupil-less, amber eyes on the lunar eclipse, and gave a howling roar in the silence of death.

I was no human.

In fact, I was inhuman.

I was a demon.