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Judgement Day
by A.F. Stewart
“Apocalypse.”
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
More from A.F. Stewart:
Horror Haiku Pas de Deux
In the shadows—voices.
Calling, screaming, moaning.
Countless tongues telling tales…
of Hell
of Monsters
and Unnatural Things
Come chase the dark words, fall into the spell of terror and sit with the poetic weaver as you watch the world burn. Horror Haiku Pas de Deux is a volume of poetry mixing horror with haiku and verse to chill your bones.
Poetic beauty lives forever with the undead.
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Ooo. That was sufficiently creepy.