On a hazy, wet dawn, one finds the cup a worthy companion.
Outside; the soft patter of the much-ignored droplets, doing their best to be noticed. Inside; no one cares enough to ease their gaze from the heavy dripping of a stout tap on a counter top.
The musk and tobacco-stench form a perfectly intimate ambience amidst the dim lights illuminating little else but indulgence, lust, and greed.
In this place there are many obvious gateways to sin - complete with their luscious lips, seductive eyes, and carnal hands. One might try to fight against the adamant pleas and requests for one to indulge, by simply turning them down. One could even possibly resist the temptation to interact with such villainous gateways, to ignore them much like the neglected rain.
Yet the villains of the night are a many, and not all of them are overtly blatant.
Taking a drink in hand, our flawed hero toasts with a swig to his heroic victory over the villainous ladies of the night.
A drink.
Two drinks.
A devious new villain lies in the hand of the unsuspecting hero. The villain assumes an outer layer of glass, complete with a sharply elegant curved handle for better grip. A dark black liquid form is assumed for its inner layer, as if it needs any more justification for the poison that lies deep within its content. Uncannily similar to the poisoned apple presented to Lady Snow White, the villain's goal is to lure, and to remain deadly silent about the true nature of itself.
There is little else the dark villain can do but be poured from the tap and into the hero's hands. Yet our villain silently awaits its chance to destruct, knowing that it is certain to gain an intoxicating victory with every ironic celebration the hero makes.
With every sip, our villain enters into the hero. Their thoughts become one, their vision becomes a blurry shade of senseless images. With every heartbeat, the villain fuses misery and pain into the freshly, victorious spirit of the hero.
Our hero overcomes blatant sin.
Our villain causes inherent sin.
Our hero celebrates victory.
Our villain celebrates the true victory.
One can fight everything tonight. One can fight with all his might and all the strength in the World and beyond. If one wishes to, one could invoke every last breath one has left in him to stir away from the obvious course of destruction.
But when the morning comes, our hero will still be at a loss.
Alas, my demons are eating me up inside.
