The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by A.F. Stewart
I roll the word over my tongue, then lick the blood from my lips. My voice makes the injured human on the ground shiver.
I like that.
I stare at him. “Why do you call our presence in your world this thing? Name it apocalypse?”
The creature whispers, “It’s the end of the world.”
I shrug. That means nothing to me. I watch the human scramble to its knees, holding the arm I had bitten. It stares at my feet and whimpers, “Please don’t kill me. I’ll—” The rest of its words go unspoken as I plunge my claws into its eyes and tongue. I rip the meat out of its body and pluck the tasty bits off my claws, popping them into my mouth.
The creature falls to the ground oozing blood. I smash its head with my foot. As I pry open its skull and scoop out its brains, I surveyed the landscape. My newly conquered territory. Dry, desolate and burned, perfectly destroyed. A breathtaking consequence of the humans opening the Hell Gate.
It has been a year since we came here. Only a year to make this our home.
It is all we hoped for.
I inhale, savouring the smell of sulphur, smoke, and blood, and finish my meal. I toss the remaining human scraps to my pack. The lesser demons growl and fight over the meat. I smile.
When they are done, it will be time to move forward.
Broken human settlements lie beyond the hills. Ripe for the picking.
I like this new world.
This new hunting ground.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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