DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT
I had vanished. There was a thought that I had been ready to intermingle with those of my kind once again but the idea quickly dissipated as soon as I had heard her voice.
Yet it is within the night of autumn that I wander toward the grotto once again, nearly an entire year since I had left the area that twilight last winter. This time I am certain that I will not stray from the approach of another and there is a part of me that hopes I find the unknown maiden once again. I walk with a subtle assuredness in my step – something only years of life itself can afford me – angling my direction so that I ascend a small portion of the crags first. It is here that I find myself the true prize, a bloodied and half-eaten ram splayed across a bulging rock.
I instantly begin to tear into the corpse, coagulated blood now streaming once more as it paints my pale figure in splotches. Red flecked eyes of shadows peer around to assure myself that there is none to fight for my easy meal before digging into it haphazardly again. It is a filling snack in itself, though the best organs were long devoured and digesting within some lucky bastard’s belly. But it will hold me over for a day or so now. With a contented stomach and the crescent moon at its peak, I amble along the rugged terrain only to find a large gap within the earth.
With any luck it would lead directly into the grotto itself and without further thought I am soon easing my way through the crevasse. Blood touched paws are placed carefully along the rocky shambles that lead down into the abysmal caves and once I am upon level ground I lift my head to look about. It all appears foreign to me, not anything like the last area I had been in when the unknown woman had found me. I lick my jowls once or twice and traipse onward through the darkness, the sliver of a moon not allowing even the slightest bit of light to grace the cavern dwellers through its various skylights. Tonight the darkness has won over.
devil of hyperion x fiera | thirteen years | faline's taunt | no one's commitment | vagrant