Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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A Dangerous Invitation

Born a human, ascended a demon. The Bloodstar was notorious even among other demons for her promiscuous nature. A victim of the world of man in life, in death she would be its trauma. No mercy would come to those who had wronged her, only lust without libido.

In her final moments, she was sickly, a bloody beaten mess covered in petrol with a lit match deciding her fate. She looked to her murderers, and she left them a smirk.

"I will drag you to Abbadon, and there in that godless pit... You will scream for a mercy I nor any gods will grant."

The men surrounding her stepped back shook as she burst into flames and screamed in primal agony. Declared them worse than dead in a tempest of unholy rage. It was a curse. The one they had called a witch, villified as a spinster, who they had judged only for her free spirit... They knew at this moment that their futures were forfeit.

And as promised, she came for them... She dragged each and every one of them into a torturous samsara of unholy burning and lustful sinning. Pain without pleasure, perfect retribution. This was the only thing they deserved. The filth that did her wrong were now the filth being wronged. But she would end the tainted cycle. There would be no ambition left for these predators become prey, no funerals to bury their sins... no tomb to accomodate their bodies. Perfect Annihilation. An act designed to end violence is always an act to encourage violence. A cycle of retribution without end, each sin commited with an intention to overshadow the last. Wrath without warrant. Carnal Ouroboros. All that would remain is violence without validation.

But she would see them not have the chance to continue this spiral of guts and gore... Suspended were their barely-living bodies in the core of the earth, to cook over decades while she returned dutifully to remind them of her deadly promise. Centuries go by of this perfect torment, and so utterly and completely are her victims broken in body and spirit both.

They had a choice, she invited them to hell via temptation and despite logic; they accepted her dangerous invitation. An acceptance so damning yet the foolhardy so fervorous. Thinking in their hubris they could repeat the same as before... They knew not how the tables had been turned against them. And lost in a malaise of libido and temptation, she kept her promise.

Dragged flailing and screaming to their final rest, forced down into submission, drained of what made them human. A withered husk, greyed of flesh, crushed bones and near-emptied of blood and organs. Barely alive, but not yet free of their lantern of life.

Their blood so boiled it reached the temperature of a star, so much they would spill that it would burst a dam. As she looked down sadistically upon the macabre state she had made of her victims, she smirked in the same manner as she had when she was in their position in life.

"Beg me, little weakling! Beg for mercy. Scream for a savior that will never come~"

In their moment of desperation, they pleaded, they begged, they howled like wolves, screamed like the spider scorned. Something, anything- to save them from this fate.

"No one is coming. No one except... you~"

" E N E R G Y . D R A I N . "

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