A man was scratching his itchy head in the bright castle; he needed a shower … he needed freedom most of all.
He hated being trapped on the forgotten shore…
Walking along the rough floor of the castle room's interior, he noticed a strange occurrence.
"Why is the floor behind echoing the creaking floor?"
Turning around with nothing in sight, he assumed it was his neighbor in a different room.
Of course, the still teeth barring abomination just outside the window, around thirty feet off the ground, would agree, and so he turned and.
***
It was early morning on the forgotten shore, and the slaughter had once again started!
For one, a few pastries you have to try!
Diced ligaments and tendons! displayed over crushed cartilage, no oil, so can't be fried apologies…
topping that over with a nice Blood-shake!
…
The Thorny Knight had grown bored.
killing humans within the castle became more impossible over time, and even outside the castle was probably even more so dangerous.
So he decided to try one last thing before departing.
***
'The Fallen Devil … he almost killed me last time… time to get my revenge…'
…
The devil was gone.
Not only was it gone, but it was dead, Someone took his kill.
Even if the corpse was missing, the thorn knew, he knew it was killed.
…
A blinding rage, he started to become Mad, he wanted to act with emotion, and to sate his anger.
The thorn started to vow that he was get revenge, of course not for the fallen devil, but for himself, against the thief.
Who dares to take his kill?!
***
He stormed the castle, but… in a fit of rage he realized that he was going to die. He was sacred of dying? Maybe but more then likely it was that he was scared of being interrupted.
…
And so the thorn left, defeated.