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:: Demon-Eyed Death ::

by Kayla

There has to be a thing of nightmares, right? The thing that causes fear, terror, pain... and even death. That thing that causes the heart to freeze in absolute horror.

That's the fear that Adriana suffered from. Night after night of relentless fear. He wouldn't leave her alone. His spirit continued to awaken her night after nights with his senseless warnings.

You see, Adriana's tormentor had died a few years back. Unbeknownst to her, she had destroyed him long ago. Her knowledge of him only included his nightly visits and warnings.

Except, each night, the visions continued to become more and more vulgar and morbid.

One night, it'd be her father's death, then next her mother's. Lying on the stone-cold floor, blood-ridden axe down the center of her skull, her piecing screams calling desperately for salvation from any human in sight. And yet, she was never heard. The blood continued to pour from her veins as her cries became weaker and weaker. Then the figure. Black cape, hood over his head. His head disappeared into the long, flowing cloak; the only thing that could be seen were his demon-red glowing eyes. One look into those and his prey knew that that breath would be their last.

Every night, in the depths of her nightmares, she died. Tear-strewn cheeks, flushed with fear; eyes wide-stricken, the figure of Death slid his hollow-boned fingers out beyond the sleeves of his black robes to wrap around her fragile throat, clenching his fleshless, rotted hands against her skin, pinching away her breaths as she gasped for air. Hope, died with her.

She'd continue to struggle, but to no avail as blood was splashed about with her wild, frantic movements.

Finally, with no sudden warning, the body dropped limp on the ground, her life now gone from the morbid sight.

Most of the blood from the head wound had poured onto the ground, being soaked up by her tattered clothing. The monster grabbed her neck firmly, pulling up the body and head as the axe clattered against the floor with the sound of metal hitting stone. Moving the axe caused more of the red, creamy substance to pout from the slash.

Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her limbs lifeless at her sides.

The monster wasn't satisfied with only the kill, though. it longed lustfully for so much more than that. It longed for the taste of life's supply rotting slowly in her bloodstream.

And anything he desired, of course, he would receive. The creature took her bloodied body in one hand, and her head, including the strands of hair that were stuck together from dried blood, in the other, and twisted them, destroying her spine with an audible crack.

The monster desired the sound. It's dripping saliva dropped onto her bloodied head. To many, this would have been a sight for terror, but for him, this was orgasmic pleasure.

A deep growl croaked from the terror's throat as he brought her dangling head up to his lips, taking a clump of the dried blood from her hair and slipping it into his mouth, much like a human would do with a shish kabob. The crunch of the blood was easily audible as the creature let out an almost pleasurable moan from the taste. Swallowing, he continued this process, ravaging the dried blood hungrily.

It finished it's meal, the body of no use to him, and tossed it away. It hit the wall and the skull cracked open. Although the brain look appetizing, he was full. Standing, he stepped on the body, breaking the spine once again with a pleased sigh.

Adriana sat up in bed screaming. Her forehead dripping in sweat, tears running down her silky skin.

And yet, she glanced the door hidden in the shadows were the bright red demon eyes...

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