Things that make me smile

(An extract from Olath's diary)

Peeling off young, innocent elves. Yes, peel them, like you'd peel a apple, or even better, a juicy orange.
Smell the blood , so warm, so ruby , the magnificence of a new found jewel. A magic that renews itself with every life you take.

The subtle pleasure of leashing them to the wall, and wait, read the fear in their eyes, and just wait, let their mind fly through paths of utter complete terror.

Tell'em " you're free now , you may go " , and see the hope burning in their innocent, sparkling, naive eyes. Just before you kill'em.

And oh, the begging, celestial music to my old ears. You have everything, and give nothing but a few crumbles from your latest, exquisite meal. And see them crawl, like wild animals , filling their toothless mouth with your left overs.

A once noble creature completely tainted.

I have seen all that , something that a feeble non drow mind could never understand, let alone apprecciate. To be frank, even amidst my own kins someone finds my habit slightly disturbing.

And their lack of guts is not amusing.

A prisoner i am currectly overwatching: she can hold her hand still while i use my cane on her palm, and even count.
I enjoy that self control , i almost admire that steady resolution to obey , without even trying to think by herself.

Silly, ignorant , only half drow. But got guts and seems willing to serve: that is enough to bring a smile.

Just something that crossed my mind , i do not know why , or perhaps i know, and i am grinning at this very moment. Enjoying the reaction of some inferior being reading these lines.