Drabble: Black Covenant

He made a covenant, with what I do not know, and he would keep his terrible oath: He would spill blood every day of his life. There may be something to this which we enlightened sort will not understand. Though it is plain to the commoners for whom belief in witches or demons is as a belief in the mountains and rivers, they see them and believe, we here puzzle over the matter. What I know is that his sole good is the destruction of life, his sole pleasure the taking of it, and that he has come to us.

Author’s Note: Hey ya’ll, been feeling sick; slept through most of the day. Maybe when I’m feeling a bit better, I’ll expound upon this concept a little more.