Bad decision

"Switch" a hoarse voice muttered in utter defeat.

Upon surrender, Black tendrils of shot out of the owner of the voice's mouth and eyes, wrapping itself around the figure kneeling in a clearing bathed in silver moonlight.

Like a cocoon, the black tendrils tightly sealed its larvae, waiting for the dark butterfly within to mature.

One minute passed and then the next, and finally after what seemed like an eternity of slumber for the eager caterpillar, maturity was reached.

Accompanied by a frenzied laughter, a hand covered in a thick coat of dripping blood thrust out the thread like tendrils of black Aeter.

Following that action, the whole structure collapsed into wisps of smoke that evaporated in the moon's light and a chilling voice boomed out.

, ~"Bent over, the figure laughed in hysterical madness as it held its stomach tightly.