From the lack of light in the room, the life pouring from Deborah’s throat looked more like tar than blood. My heart was beating so violently that I feared I might fall to my knees and stop breathing. My throat went dry and the hair prickled on the back of my neck. I didn’t realize that I had opened my palm, my spear toppling over and clanging loudly on the cellar ground.

I took a step towards the beast, my foot slapping on the fresh blood. Jonni’s demon dropped its smile but did not back up, instead, it flicked its finger splashing Deborah’s warmness on my face.

I began to slowly lose sense of my surroundings. I was no longer in a cellar. Deborah was no longer present. The demon looked to reduce in size by half its normal height. It was speaking to me but I refused to register the words. This thing was below me.

I extended my hand towards him, and in a tongue that seemed to be spoken backward, I said, “You dare defy the prince of darkness?”

My eyes dropped to my arm and I could feel it engorge itself with massive amounts of blood. The width of my arm doubled and there was an amazing presence of strength there. Jonni’s demon was speaking to me but, still, I paid it no attention. It was now, that the demon was trying to escape back into the corner of darkness as it most likely could sense its future.

Again, in the backward talk, I said, “You’ve served your purpose.”

While the gelatinous demon was still in range, I cocked back my hand and slammed the back of my fist right into its dagger filled mouth. The teeth should have shredded the skin of my black arm I couldn’t even feel a single scrape. The speed of my blow was so incredibly fast that instead of sending the entire demon on its way, I splattered half its head on the opposite wall.

The demon sputtered, its tongue flailing wildly in the air. I kicked it over and mounted it. Bending low, I shoved my fist through its fat neck and deep within its body. There I found its beating coarse heart and it was there that I crushed it within my grasp. The body shuddered under my thighs and its final vile breath filled my nostrils as the demon sagged lower into the ground.

I stood and kicked the damned thing as hard as I could before turning my attention to the girl I could no longer remember. My eyelids felt heavy and they begged to be dropped fully. Lazily, I plopped my human hand onto the girl’s throat and felt the remainder of her blood which was now only a trickle. Something screamed within me. It gave me direction in a foreign language that I could somehow understand. What had I become? Why did it feel like I was two beings in one shell of meat?

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I dropped my heavy demon hand on the foot of the lifeless creature from hell and grabbed onto it. Then, lifting my head, an unnatural roar escaped my mouth.

I felt energy, dark energy, course through my arm, into my chest, and out through my pale arm. The voice inside me cheered as the cold river flowed from the demon and into the girl. The lake of dirty blood on the ground reacted instantly, climbing back up to where it came and pushing itself through the gaps of my fingers and into the throat.

This went on for some time, all the while I felt like I was growing more and more weak, the inner voice growing stronger as it slowly replaced my current mindset. Becoming the medium for this demonic energy brought feelings of depression, despair, and anger. I wanted nothing more than to hurt the closest living thing. But… that inner voice kept me still. Kept me where I was. Kept me performing this necromantic sorcery to save a soul against my will.

But why? This is not what I was meant to do. I was conceived to destroy! To conquer! To wreak merciless havoc on all of those who stood in my way! My job was to pave the way for a new beginning! To allow father to rise and take over this world.

But, here I was… a bitch to the voice that kept me calm as a babe.

As time passed, my arm reduced to its normal thin size. I felt the skin of the girl’s neck reattach itself and then, the inner voice disappeared.

At this moment, anger rushed through me! My original drive, my original goal, the reason for my unholy birthing was renewed!

But where to start? How was I to create my very first evil in the name of the dark father?

And there was the answer right in front of me. The defenseless girl I had just saved from death. How terrible would it be if she had to die a second time? And oh look, she was even awake. All the better. She could watch me devour her-

A horrific burning sensation splashed over my back, forcing me to arch and scream like a terrified woman. I turned to see a familiar female face with long golden hair. Behind her was a tall black man, his face full of disappointment. In the hands of both of these holy goers was the source of my pain.

Bottles of wine that they were blessing under their breath. I needed to stop them before-

“Ahhh!” Tears flooded my eyes as the holy liquid dripped down my smoking body. The pain was so unbearable that I could barely think. I couldn’t see! My vision was blurry. I tried to back away but… but…

A sharp pain exploded from the center of my chest. I could no longer breath no matter how hard I tried.

As the seconds passed, my vision came back enough for me to see the gold gleaming sword protruding from my torso. The bearer of this weapon was none other than the blond woman, her eyes filled with tears.

“You son of a-,“ but before I could finish my sentence, the black man splashed more of the fucking wine in my face.