“A demon will choose to kill a man before a child. A demon of hunger will kill all.” -Entry 667, date unknown.

I’ve never depicted the true horror that is Mirage, or the stress of Gaze sharing a body with Mirage. Gaze is a killer, yes, but he has boundaries. He refuses to harm children, parents, or couples. Mirage takes those boundaries and steps on them. He will kill anyone, doesn’t matter how old or what species. It worsens when Gaze needs a soul. A demon can only go a limited time before being forced to kill for a soul. In this case, Mirage decided to take that into his own hands.
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❗️Storytime❗️
Everything seemed to happen in a confusing blur. One second he was on a rooftop in the mortal realm on a peaceful stroll. The next, he had felt a searing pain as he slipped away into the confines of his mind as Mirage took over. He didn’t even know why he took over at that moment, or what happened for the first half of being controlled. Until he could vaguely make out a home, rooms. Screams. So much screaming. Stop. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t. The parents had been first. It happened so fast.

He hoped that would be it. It wasn’t. He could feel his body moving, but he couldn’t control anything he did.

Mirage was doing everything.

It only got worse when he found the room that belonged to a child. A calico boy, perhaps only 7 years old. Now it was Gaze’s turn to scream. He begged, pleaded, cried for Mirage to leave the boy alone. He could do anything he wanted to himself, just leave the kit alone. But his voice fell on deaf ears. His own. Mirage ignored him. He looked so scared. He tried to cry out to anyone. The boy, Mirage, anyone. No one heard him in his own mind. Mirage got closer, the boy tried to hide under his blankets, half frozen in fear. In a last effort attempt, he called out one more time.

R U N.

Again, nothing. He was already too late.