| Saved By The Wicked
I hear a growl. A hungry growl.
I turn my head to meet the bloody gaze of a boar,
Enveloped by dark smoke.
Miasma
It controls the mind,
Enhances violence,
Cheers for every kill.
Weak from hunger,
I flail to stand.
One step, two,
Henceforth, I run!
I hear it squeal from behind,
But no matter how adorable it sounds,
I want to live!
My feet hurt,
My brain has gone to mush,
But I want to live...
I need to live!
Pain!
The chaser never stops,
Until I, its food, is eaten alive.
I shake my head,
This must not be true.
Suddenly, crimson painted my eyes,
And the squeal of the boar ceases to exist.
Long shadows approach.
And more.
They are wearing strange clothes.
They are wearing strange faces.
Then I hear them talk.
"It's a demon. Should we kill it?"
"It looks young."
"Better to have it die young, ye?"
"But it might be useful."
"Okay. So what?"
"Let's just grab it for now. Decide later."
His grip is tight.
And tighter.
But all I do is stare at his green eyes,
Viciousness reflected.
And darkness. Descended.
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☑ | Banished Devil
RomanceBanished from Hell, Promoted to Heaven, Demoted to lower realms. Meets a gray eyed wolf, But ends up with a sage. "Little demon, choose. Grapes or I?" ---- Work of fiction. Original. 2017. Edited Feb 10 2018.
