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Short Story: Demons

Life had a habit of screwing her over.

She was stood in the middle of the battlefield surrounded by enemies. She held her duel silver katanas in her hands and felt their power flow through her and into her bloodstream.

The adrenaline rushed over her and like a snarling tiger she leapt high into the air. The world slowed down before her as she cut through the air towards her opponent.

The black mist shifted and attempted to envelope her. Spinning her swords she shredded it to pieces and landed, with soft black pieces falling behind her like rose petals. She shrugged off the cold, dark memories that the beast had attempted to invoke and strove towards her next victim.

This one was a trick of the eye, one might look upon the supposed monster and only see a beatific vision. A mirage of sorts, she took in the glowing blue eyes and floppy dark hair and focused all her attention on getting past the quirked grin to reveal the evil hidden underneath.

“Drop the swords, and come closer.”

The demons voice was husky and deep, recreating images of lost summer days and past wants and yearns.

It was lust and greed, offering her everything she had ever wanted from a child up to an adult. It was begging her to come near, she could see a whole new world in the eyes of the demon. One where responsibility wasn’t an issue. Where she could spend money without any limits, gorge herself on food and entertainment.

Those hypnotic ice blue eyes looked wantingly at her and she could feel herself weakening.

“I can give you everything, you wouldn’t need any shields or weapons if you came with me. And I can disband the rest of your demons with just a simple click of my fingers.”

The dank dark space gave way to a ballroom atmosphere. She looked down to see her leather clad gear change into a sky blue and silver embellished ball gown.

“What the-” She started to say before suddenly being surrounded by hundreds of people all clamouring for her attention.

They were all identical looking and wearing black masks, blending them all together until they became just a babbling mass. Their screeches made her want to scream and she reached down for her weapons to find them gone.

“Shit!” She yelled at the top of her voice and started wading through the crowds, kicking and hitting anyone who got too close.

But it was no use. She was surrounded.

And then she was falling, down, down, down. Like Alice she found the ground no where beneath her.

Then there was a hand reaching towards her and pulling her up towards the light.

Relief flooded through her as she smiled at her would be hero.

When she opened her eyes, shock flooded through her system as it was the same demon that had taunted her just seconds earlier. That’s when she knew she was in deep trouble.

They were now in a single room, everything was coated in red velvet with a King Size heart shaped bed dominating the centre.

“Ready for me.” He asked with those bewitching eyes, and she realised she was unable to move on her own.

Frozen by his stare she could feel him using his power to control her movements and thoughts. She was being brainwashed.

Maybe this is for the very best, she thought to herself. I do want this, I do need this. Life would be so much easier. If she could just do things for herself for once rather than thinking of everything and everyone else.

What could possibly go wrong?

She climbed onto the bed and inched towards him. His expression was smug, his eyes spellbinding. As she gave over to him completely.

Then she grinned, just a breath away from his face, she slid the pocket sized knife from out of her shoe and plunged it deep into his heart.

The visage fell away, the make believe world collapsed completely and left a chaos ridden battlefield.

“Next.” She called out, her high heeled boot crushing the ugly beast beneath her. The glamour now gone she was able to see it for what it was.

Another demon attempting to infest her brain and break her confidence.

“Not today satan,” She muttered as the remainder of her opponents fled the scene.

THE END.

 

 

 

 

 

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