THE AIR WAS COLD AND SMELT OF SOMETHING WRETCHED, BUT THAT WAS THE LEAST OF HER CONCERNS.
She lay curled in the grass, blood and fluid pooling around her lower body. She struggled to breathe, every gasp sending spikes of pain through her lungs.
Nuzzled against her breast was a shriveled, wet baby, quietly whimpering. Two dark eyes stared up at her.
She wanted to savour the moment, but she knew she was running out of time.
She heard the bushes rustle. It was coming.
She reached to her side, a clay pot resting in the grass. It was a deep mahogany, painted with red markings that stretched around its diameter. When she touched it, it trembled with power.
A demon.
She could sense it lurching ever closer. She had to hurry.
She smashed the pot, chips of clay scattering around her. Black mist exploded into the air, desperate for a vessel. She held her baby up, allowing it to sink into it.
The baby’s eyes flashed briefly, its body twitching in her arms. It then fell still, falling back into its daze.
She stood, strawberry blonde hair brushing across her back. Her legs were weak, but her resolve was strong.
She was almost finished.
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World Eater
Horror**1ST PLACE FEATURED IN HORROR 8-31** Alzar's mind wasn't the only thing that was falling apart. ---- After an emotional outburst lands him in the principal's office, Alzar Lorne forced into a series of in-depth sessions with the school's new counse...
