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Obliteration is Not the End
I must make this brief. The guard is standing outside, waiting impatiently for the missive I am trying to write. We both know what the punishment would be if we were to be caught.
We had come to an agreement–he would smuggle a message out if I were to give him my dessert. It was a hard decision; it had been a long time since I’d had the taste of a twelve-year-old child’s flesh. But I felt that this was more important.
To start: My downfall began the morning I woke to the sounds of loud voices in my forest. This never boded well for intruders. I selected a nice Glock and left the safety of my dark, rocky womb.
As I drew close, to my dismay there were more voices than I had expected. Not too many people in the nearby community were stupid enough to enter my domain, and certainly not in such large groups. The locals knew me, if not by face then by reputation. I made sure of that.
The one voice above the others made my blood boil.
“The devil can only be conquered by facing him! There is nothing in God’s good forest that can harm you, if only we call upon His name!”
The “Amen!”s that ricocheted around the glen made me cringe, but only for a moment. The people there—I could tell that their hearts weren’t in it. Many were there only for the adventure.
Without thought or preamble, I raised the gun and shot. To tell the truth, I had been aiming for his heart, but he shifted and I caught him in the eye socket.
Everyone screamed and ran, leaving me alone with the corpse. I gazed down on the man—he looked to be an itinerant preacher, judging by the clothes he wore.
“Best take better notes about God and this forest next time,” I muttered with a sneer. Then I left him to the mercies of the woodland creatures.
Later that night, I left my abode to seek dinner. It had begun to snow, which made me happy. I could see movement well enough, but I didn’t mind footprints to help me along.
There was a whirring of wings and a flash of white in the copse ahead of me, and I grinned. Surely it was an owl—those birds were prey animals themselves, so ingesting one would add to my own abilities, I was sure.
As I crept closer, I was surprised to see a young woman in white, who was hurrying through the woods as if her life depended on it. As it did, actually.
Human flesh was much more delectable than an owl, I decided, and raised my rifle. She turned at the last moment and I got a shot off, straight through her throat.
She crumpled to the ground, and I raced to my prize. I knelt in the snow, pulled down the collar of her sweater, and began to lap up the blood that was coursing over her skin.
Suddenly she moved! I sat back, astounded, and only then did I see that there were no footprints in the snow. As she sat up, a light came from beyond her—an ethereal light that I knew only meant one thing.
I stood up and started backing away, feeling fear for the first time in my existence.
As the glow around her increased, half of her beautiful face morphed into the visage of the man I had shot that day. It was now all clear—she had come in the guise of that preacher. And now, for the first time in my existence, I was caught without means of escape.
And now I await my sentence.
To my surprise, my Creator—Satan himself– has been benevolent. I get to escape the bowels of Hell and do his bidding one more time.
So take this warning as you wish. I couldn’t give an angel’s tear how you live your life. Just step carefully in my forest, and keep moving if you want your life to be preserved.
Fiction © Copyright K.R. Morrison
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
More from Author K.R. Morrison:
Lydia’s faith in God is strong – at least on paper. But what happens when that faith is tested? Turned into a vampire by the worst – Vlad Drakul – she feels that God has abandoned her. But the opposite is true. God rescues her from a fate worse than death, and brings her into the plan He has for global redemption. With the help He sends, she feels like nothing can stop her. But when Vlad torments her again, and then her family, the temptation to run and hide is almost too strong to resist. Her answer to God’s call is the deciding factor in the battle that pits the angelic powers of God against the demonic powers of Hell.
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