Sins

Prologue

The soft moonlight lit his path as his dry, cracked feet scraped against the warm gravel beneath them. Hunger grew deep within him as he traveled through the night in search for a potential host to seek refuge in. His time on earth was a gift, finally released from the depths of hell to once again walk the earth and cause havoc among the pure. His mission was clear and going back to face his master empty handed just wasn't an option for him. As he reached the edge of the forest he noticed a row of houses, his breaths slowing as he listened carefully for the sound of a tainted soul to take over. Many came his way, a few even tempting, their torment and desire for pain and torture so clear and apparent however none seemed to be exactly what he needed.

Suddenly, an echoing cry of a prayer rang through his ears, a heart screaming and calling out to anyone or anything that would listen. The pain in this soul was clear, yet it was pure. He knew that the soul was pure as if he could clearly taste the sweetness of its innocence and longing for betterment, yet the smell of evil clearly laced onto it. This intrigued him; it defied everything he had seen prior to his time on earth as a demon and that made him hunger for it more. His dry cracked lips curled into a menacing smile, as he followed the desperate cries of this tormented soul.

He crept around the trees and followed the sound of the interesting soul to a large house on the corner of the street; he edged around the side of the house and placed his tattered feet along the bricks that held the house together. As he walked he could now feel the soul, hunger growing inside of him as he moved closer to the source stopping at a window on the second floor of the house. His long black nails scratched the surface of the glass he could feel the soul now. He needed it desperately, he noticed the sky dawn would soon be approaching he had to act fast. In a swift movement his nails scratched into the glass of the window and it shattered to the ground, he entered the room and stared at the figure kneeling on the ground, illuminated by the moonlight through the now shattered window. "Just make me numb. Please, I can't feel this anymore. Just make me numb." The voice was soft and desperate, strong hands running through soft brown hair as tears fell onto the ground.

"You will have as you want." The demon spoke now, as he placed his large hands on the young man's shoulders reaching for the back of his neck. A long black nail trailing against the edge of his hair and neck, the man let out a sigh of relief his cry finally heard by anything willing to hear it and he fell to the ground a deep slumber encompassing him as the demon took over, the power and satisfaction filling deep within him as he entered.