In the dark midnight, there's an insane, yet handsome man that enters my dreams. He seeks into the silent parts of my mind, his flawless beauty cannot hide the vulture heart, that beats inside this demon in half human, half skeleton form. In the deep sleep of my mind when I'm asleep and my subconscious takes over, I stand in the distance, as I watch him through a field of iceberg roses towards a steed that has a coat as black as coal, and ghostly eyes. He fleas away through the field, than vanishes like a phantom. I'm hypnotize with a quick fear by his half closed eyes as red as flowing lava, his jet black hair wavy hair flowed perfectly in the wind, as he charges away they both turn into ashes, vanishing away in the memory section of my mind. I take a few steps forward as to ran, but then find myself walking down the aisle of a Roman Catholic Church in Eastern Europe as the people whisper prayers in French. Their eyes are covered in red mask and their hands are covered with long gloves. I walked slowly towards the front as I reach the alter the prayers stop, there's complete silence I turn around to a face that reveals a mouth of three rows of razor sharp teeth along with a raspy growl, the women that were praying then starts to stand as he disappears. They began to walk towards the altar offering their hearts in their hands as their gloves are drench in blood, the blood dripping like raindrops. The hole in their chest now empty hollow and dark with black tears streaming down their face which is now covered in white clay with their eyes clawed out. They open their mouths and let out terror screams of pain and suffering. A sharp inhale from fear woke me.
I laid in bed breathing of relief to be let released from the fear that overtook my mind, dreams, and left a memory in my mind, I listened as the rain hit my bedroom window outside I had calmed my heart from racing and returned to sleep almost reaching into the same dream as before, until the sound of alarm loud as a siren had woken from reliving a devilish fantasy of torture. She had to get to her brother for insight of what this dream meant.
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Descendant's Curse
HorrorA woman who don't age, a vampire with cursed blood in his vines, a warlock magician with unmatched power.
