/lit/ - Literature

>>18977373
CRITIQUE PLEASE
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>>18651707
She chose me because I was the strongest. And I had stolen her heart at first glance. Or so she tells me. But it doesn't matter. What mattered was her. And the children we would have.

I don't know if she would give birth like a human but it will be an interesting time when it happens. I wonder if it will even look human. When I was turned I lost my semblance of a human visage. My bones contorted and my limbs shifted. I could feel the evil of her poison seeping into my soul and corrupting my humanity.

But it passed and my body came back to it's original shape, if not improved. My eyes are a startling cobalt blue now from a dull olive green. My neck, and arms, and chest, and lower body are as massive as a body builder's. My voice is rough but mellifluous and kind enough to drawn in strangers. I could see in the dark and I could see the ghosts of people that refused to pass onto Heaven or Hell. Inessa calls it 'fallen vision'. I don't know whether it's a curse or a blessing, being able to see the dead, being able to see your victims standing there, watching you with their bodies torn apart. Sometimes I taunt them with the virility of life by embracing Inessa, sometimes I talk to them and even befriend them.

I didn't find Inessa anywhere in the house. Her clothes right where we had tossed them. I wasn't worried though. She must have gotten hungry. Sometimes making love does that to her. Fill her with a need for mortal flesh. I know it happens to me too.

Like now as I walked to the window and looked out at the inviting full moon; at the welcoming darkness of night. Unlike Inessa, I wasn't a full blooded demon like her. I could walk in the sunlight but it was so out of place for me. I felt alien in the daylight and I could never wait to get home to her.

I opened the window and launched out from the two story fall and landed on my knee in the grass. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I could feel the blue in my eyes vanish and be replaced with a dark red pupil surrounded by a swallowing darkness. I felt the claws push out from my nails and my bones start to shift to my new unholy form.

The night was young and fresh and I could hear the beating hearts of so many from even as far out as here. It was enticing and fed the craving building in my body.

You could call me and Inessa evil and you would be right. But the truth was that we were the apex predators of a world that no longer believed in God or the Devil or even their selves. The world had become bountiful and ripe with this material loss and faithlessness. We exist because the word monster meant nothing to anyone anymore. We exist.

And we thrive in the misery of the coming decadence of time and culture.

You could call us evil but we're no more different than the average person in this current time. Except we'll out live them and live to see The Judgement.