Violet Delights

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These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph, die like fire and powder. He scans the crowd, his familiar eyes know exactly what they're looking for, even though 'it' does not know it's being searched out avidly. The lights are dim, so it would probably be difficult to find what you were looking for in such an environment. The music blares, the blur before him is in fact the crowd moving in sync with the unharmonious music of today's youth. He holds tight to his drink above the crowd seated a few steps above the pit that held the frantic hoard, gaining strength from their energy that flowed so freely from all of them, the young usually tended to give their energy freely without even knowing what they were really giving away, more than just their essence, but their very life force. No matter how powerful the man fancied himself though, even he could not use those powers as a repellent for unwanted advances that served only as a distraction from t...