[D]evils [N]ight

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Samantha Korse Wolfgang;;
^{So soft and so tragic.. as a slaughterhouse}

Darkness swept throughout the land and veiled a rather ominous building. It was inherently old, rickety, and obviously decrepit, but its bones were as stubborn as any elderly vampire. Its refusal to dampen and ultimately subdue peaked interest for the more tainted side of the city, and if one listened close enough they could hear the pitiful screams and weary cries of those who rest within. Rest was inappropriate-- locked really, like the animals they were so forced to become. Hell even the term animals seemed unfit for this unfortunate race, for they even got treated more adequately. No doubt the cages provided for these two-legged creatures were two sizes too small, filthy in its content and of course intolerably frigid in temperature.

Do not fret any longer my pets, for your desperate prayers for warmth and freedom have been answered.

The quiet billow of a trench coat within a passing breeze accompanied by the foreboding 'chink, chink' of a lone chain suggested not the approach of that of a deceptively dark heroine, but more so of a rather stray beast with devious intentions. Aye, in essence Samantha was a beast; the tainted blood that flowed so heatedly through her veins not only fueled a pumping heart and a toned, stern build but also a sadistic mind with malicious volition. She was Hell's daughter on two legs yet Satan's worst enemy.

Flawless flesh glowed beautifully within the moons luminous bath, accenting her porcelain visage. She appeared almost doll like from a distance, but up close it was clear the atrocities she so diligently, so lovingly, committed. Granted not a scar or abrasion flaunted itself true to that fact, but the sheer deadly demeanor she radiated was well enough. She'd come here with a mind to kill, and slaughter she would.

The door to the warehouse, as she had suspected, was locked. As she had overheard via her trusty radio, the infamous physic vampire, Razor, was it? was hosting a ball this evening. No doubt preparations were underway; this was something not to be missed. All the better for her though, of course. Would only result in little to no distractions. With a sharp kick of her combat boot, the padlock easily clipped off. It wasn't necessary to put the place on lock down, most knew what this old shack was for and left it alone. Honey pools flickered along the 'houses walls, only to stumble upon a built on, rusty steel ladder a few feet beside her. Leaping up, she curled slender digits about its wrought rungs, only to pull her frame up towards the roof.

This is where it starts

Her steps were heavy enough to cause the roof of the place to quiver in uncertainty. She wasn't stomping, nor was she one to weigh exceptionally more than one should, it was just her way of.. stirring the pot. Not to mention the place was already disorientated to begin with. A seemingly delicate wrist rotated once she halted in the middle of the top, elegant phalanges following in after one another in a wave like motion, only to meet in the middle. She did this with both appendages repeatedly, her eyes sealed in blatant concentration. After a few silent moments dry grass and whatever flammable debris resting about the warehouses corners combusted, sparking to life forked tongues of ember.

The slaves within, catching a whiff of that telltale sulfur began to do as all sheep do; panic. Shrill screams began to resonate in unison as the humans collided into walls, into one another, into locked doors, trying to find a means of escape. Eventually a couple burst through the only available exit, stumbling to the ground in the process. Instantly a horde of their so called brethren stampeded out after them, trampling all in their wake; including them.

Humans; so greedy and selfish.
In their minds only one person came first above all others: themselves.
Nevermind their insubordinate mannerisms though, was all the more game in the end.

Very few attempted to free the ones still locked within cages, no matter how pathetically they pleadedbleated out to their own kind. The last batch of wannabe hero's staggered out of the smoke filled structure, choking on their own feeble plans. Apart from the screams of the ill-fated and the terror-stricken bystanders, something else began to emanate above the rest; a rather triumphantly villainous.. laugh. What started as a disturbing giggle escalated into a full out vile roar. The macabre chortle seemed to carry on for miles, nipping at the heels of all who fled.

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This is where it will end

And then it came; the torturous shrieks of the burning.

"Mmm.. uaaah.." she wheezed in ecstasy. Tingles of pleasure flashed through her abdomen, danced around her stomach and collided with brute force with her lower region. She gasped in response, the touch her invisible lover played and delivered causing her to bite her lower lip to stifle the moans that now arose. Her head lolled backwards after a few moments, attempting to find that broad shoulder to rest upon. But alas, she couldn't marvel for too long; she had prey to catch.

Erecting her skull, she gradually sauntered on over towards the lip of the framework, her lustrous optics fierce with a predators undying anticipation at a chase, "Abashed the devil stood, and felt how awful goodness is," she spoke out to the running crews below, "he felt how awful goodness is.." her tone grew outstanding deep at her last phrase, the baritone it wielded unearthly; sounding as if multiple demonic beasts spoke through her. Nails began to elongate to fine, sharpened points, obsidian in color, just like the rest of her attire. The last of the "free" finally gathered their wits about them and began to skitter off in every which direction.

Unlimited options to say the least.

With a final chuckle, she set her sights on one particular body: a young female clamoring after her only friends. She hated the gender as it was. Tossing her head back, Korse released a frightening howl, one that could cause even the moon to shy away.

The cackles from the flames consumed the silence that was left behind, cheering on its sister.

.x.Here comes the moon, again.x.

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