When I Get Home, There's an Angel...

Whether beast or monster… whenever I get blood on my hands, an unpleasant feeling always follows.

Part of it is simply being covered in blood, flesh, and scraps of entrails, but that isn't all there is to it.

Another monster dead today. Another beast killed today.

Today? No, was that yesterday?

This wretched stench of blood ingrained in me will never go away.

Even when the sun sets and rises again, what comes isn't tomorrow, but just another identical day.

It feels like I'm repeating the same day over and over.

As if I'd become trapped in time….

That… filthy feeling.

"Haaaah…"...