Chapter 2: Red Hot Bloody Eve

In a world of deceit, who will survive? A noble soul is only but a dream in an unforgiving world of manipulation. To succumb to the demon is the only choice? But life was not bound to decided on.

A sigil is wrapped around my body, oh ever so tight. A chain to my existence, the final seal to my freedom. Bound by the contract of the devil, a vampress or so called here in my world. An undying beauty to walk the land; dyed red eyes so full of passion, a refined figure, all so tempting. A demon far down, yet more life than you'll ever see. An existence that screams foreboding but as her hand reaches out, it was the only hand so rewarding.

"I may be bound to your contract, my sigil is proof. But my noble heart untamed, will never fall to your whims. A wish granting deity you say?, A manipulative enchantress is all that I see. My souls thirsts for darkness, light no longer exists in this world. You are but a tool for me to dine in darkness, to cleanse the world you so wished to devour. How ironic is your existence? Perhaps it is you who has fallen to my whisper, the whisper of the damned."

The Demoness released a laugh, so terrifying. It was not a high pitched laugh that screamed mockery, but a soothing, mesmerizing laugh that played with my heart. Truly an enchantress no doubt, A wicked serpent luring her prey. But in a world full of lies, her manipulation fails to play. Dine as rulers she says, all she will ever taste is the silvery strings I cast upon her, and she would be nothing but a puppet to dance to my tune. But such is a contradiction to me, this noble heart of mine would never dare follow the rule of this God forsaken world, but in a contest of lies and deceit, it is only right to answer back as to strengthen my resistance.

"Never have I met such a pompous man. All that you are, all that you will be, is nothing but a fool of this world. I do not mind being used, it is only right to pamper a meal, slowly and carefully, until I get to taste the most exquisite! The most delicious end to your strong willed desire. My body shakes with excitement. I can hardly hold is in. An existence such as mine will never be ironic, for it is an existence meant for Joseph. I could not care less for this world you call forsaken, my existence is solely for you. A growing darkness, a demon could not wish for more. But should you ever see the so called "light" you detest as the fruits of your noble journey, I will personally show you, the darkness you so yearned."

The sigil was the indicator for the presence of hope in my heart. Should I ever deem this world right, the sigil would end my life. A burning passion this sigil screams, much like the fiery hot eyes of the Demoness. I myself, a mediocre existence, cannot accomplish much without her: moreso in a world full of lies. What would be the best answer? Perhaps fighting fire with fire and I know no one as deceitful as the the demon residing in my sigil. I was born in this world far back, but it is only today that I have started to live. The day that the red moon, so bloody faded, shone upon the Demoness who was even more. Her warm hand that reached out, the eve of Charlestine who scorched the land.

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[Terry O'Leary]

An intricate tale is developing... well done!