500 word challenge
Inside its current form, a child’s stuffed toy, the vile, malevolent darkness waited…
It had watched as the putrid flesh from the rotting carcasses had decomposed, revealing twisted skeletons, lying just as they had fallen.
The smashed bones, could allow the replaying of the final scene, so satisfying and sweet.
It would wait… it was all it could do. Its energy slowly depleting…needing… aching… craving new fresh blood.
Next time it would make the deaths and suffering last much longer. It imagined new and exquisite executions. It had learnt that killing quickly offered less in terms of satisfaction. It had time to think and plan and would curb its future maniacal instinct.
There would come a time when it could attach to organic forms and transitions would be rapid. As each new night began its hatred grew.
Splatting flies into walls and watching their bodies explode into puffs of blood became its main amusement. Honing its skills and creating macabre mosaics on the crumbling plaster became its purpose… for now.
It remembered its own death and how its own anger had spoilt that transition. If only it had known its soul was so dark and foul it would be allowed only one. It was proud that its soul was so unworthy and heavy it would never own a form again… merely use them. It waited for that night to come.
The ritual of killing was like a three course meal. The fear of the shocked mortal a delicious aperitif. The energy it stole a taster for so much more. The decision to kill or prolong and how, the main, a mouth-watering menu of delights. Its last killing, replayed so many times became an erotic fantasy. A simple swift heart removal smashing through the ribs. The beating heart still pumping not knowing it was dead… and then the dessert. The sweet taste of a human soul, always hidden through flesh and blood. It took a moment to reveal itself and then the delicious ecstasy of the milky, pure soul. Eventually it would be quick enough to capture it all. For now a scrape would have to do. It was an insanely addictive drive that compelled the bile festering malevolence to demand souls.
But for now it would wait…
A car door and noises downstairs excites the demonic rage. Suppressing laughter. It needed to be silent not to fear the coming souls.
Anticipating the sight of faces shocked by death, almost too much to bear.
The door was sticking, the vile beast’s laugh broke out.
“What was that? Did you hear that? There’s someone in there?
A young male soul with an aura of pure love came into the room. Stunned, shocked, bent over and vomiting, he dropped his camera to the floor.
That was all the energy the vileness needed.
From inside the camera it saw the toy where it had spent so many years. Stronger now and thoroughly entertained. The waiting was over…