@srpentt
R a g e . Loneliness . The cold, i n f i n i t e void within was ever aching. Her demons, clawing from within for a release, entertainment, anything that would suffice the ungodly numbing ache. “Fuck it!” she spat into the night air, her breath laced with the strong aroma of Whiskey and nicotine. Though labeled a W I T C H , it was a rarity to to set an alter, to spill blood for another besides herself. In her own, ice cold eyes, she was all powerful. To sacrifice a living soul, was meant for her and her alone. But tonight, tonight was different. “If there’s no God, is there a fuckin’ D e v i l ?” she mutters allowed, “tonight we find out!”
Tucked away in the eerie darkness of an abandoned warehouse, The witch sets her dark alter. Black candles, lit one by one, each at a point of five. A pentagram drawn in fresh blood as her victim lay bound and gagged in the center. He trembles in fear, as muffled cries break the silence. “I know, I’m curious to see who shows up too.” The witch grins. It’s not long before she finds herself standing over the male, a large hunting knife gripped tightly between inked digits, “Alrighty handsome, lets bring forth a bit of d a r k n e s s , shall we?”
Blade is raised high before she plunges it deep within the male’s chest cavity, crunching and twisting as fresh crimson pours from flesh. she can feel the energy drain from the air, a sense of cold now surrounding her. “ Come on L u c i f e r --” she stands straight, blade still in hand as steam dances off of fresh crimson like small ghosts slithering into the freezing air. “ E v i l is fuckin’ real--” she closes her eyes for a moment as she grits her teeth, “and if Evil is real, So are you !” ice blue hues reopen, “Show yourself S A T A N!” voice breaks, as an overwhelming sense of emotions begin to consume her, “please...”
