He was always one to be fascinated with death.

Thoroughly seduced by the moments after life’s bittersweet kiss lingered into nothingness and slaughter’s tender embrace rushed forth to consume.

He told me that there were two types of people: those ruled by the desire for life, and those ruled by the desire for death– you were either ruled by Eros or Thanatos, the respective masters of each.

At least that’s what he said his brother had told him.