The low unheard crack of a heart as it breaks can only be heard by the ears of the villainous demon who's blood lust brings the cruel need to destroy the hard-earned trust that only the heart shares.
Perhaps that low unearthly shatter is the moment of reconciling ;
the moment when that reckless antagonist chooses their path.
The clear tone of pain is addictive : it's seductive and becomes the torch that illuminates the path of the heart breaker.
For others the sounds of the shattered heart twangs the heart strings of those kind creatures who heed the calling of the loving healer.
A tragedy unfolds before the blinded eyes of the addicted heart as they sink deeper into the stinking rotting remains of their bloody parade ; once the stench has reached such a disgusting peak it is only the healer's heart that can peal back the glued eyelids of the addicted heart.