for the love of the written words

From the soul

[Mention of blood, biblical views & gore]

Her breathing came to a halt as she met its hollow eyes. It's bloody mangled body crawled over her walls with hauntingly slow pace. As she eyed its body she noticed how nauseatingly similar it looked to her. The same unevenly cut black hair and a mole on the slightly cupid shaped lips. The only difference was the inhumane smile that played on those lips.

Her chest rose and fell in a pattern that was anything but rhythmic. The room's atmosphere felt damp and depressing as though all the light had dimmed away for eternity. She wanted to pull the blanket up to her head but to her dissapointment it was as though her body wasn't hers to begin with, considering how little control she had over it. She wanted to hide under the silk as if it would give her any protection from the grotesque creature that seemed to have crawled from the fiery pits of the underworld determined to drag her down with it.

Time seemed to come to a halt as if it never existed to begin with, as if the big bang never happened in the first place. It's mangled figure came down from the wall and crawled towards her bed with slow yet maniac steps. With each step it took, she noticed how grotesque its body was. It's limbs seemed to have endured torture to whole different extent. She glanced at its arms and saw how the deep crimson blood seeped out from what seemed to be tissues torn apart. It had a small serpent on its wrist. The serpent on its skin wasnt in dark, bold colour. It was barely noticeable but of course she noticed it. How could she not?She was familiar with the serpent figure all too well.

It's legs, or what remained of it was disfigured and bones seemed to poke out from the most horrifying angles.
It's eyes were the colour of mud, the same mud that Adam and Lilith were moulded from. Adam, the first man to ever be created by the Almighty God, the one who is said to be the reason for the continuation of the human race. Lilith, the woman who stepped foot into the garden of Eden before Eve did but is forgotten by most as she is said to be the first to ever defy a man's orders. For that exact reason, she was banished from paradise.

Her banishment wasn't the outcome of her defiance, but an outcome and proof of a man's fragile ego. All that banishment because she denied to be under Adam's control when they were making love. And after she was sent to the underworld, she became the woman who lured men seductively only to end up killing them. She became the first ever succubus. And in that moment in that creature's eyes, she saw the same knavery that God saw in Lilith's eyes. The same knavery that she once saw in her own muddy colored eyes.

The creature was now floating on top of her frozen frame, its broken limbs on the sides of her body. It reeked of blood and rotten meat. It wrapped its skeletal fingers around her throat, constricting her breathing. It looked at her in a challenging way as if it was daring her to move. With its other hand, it slashed its own skin right below its cheekbone. With what it tore its own tissues apart, she couldn't tell due to the sense of dizziness she felt with the lack of oxygen to support her respiratory system.

She noticed how it was dangerously close to her body and she felt nauseated at the thought of it's rotten blood dripping on her. But what was the point of getting nauseated at that because after all, the same blood that seeped from its disfigured body was the same blood that ran through her viens.

Her eyes started to roll back as half her soul was an inch away from leaving her body. But before she was left cold and lifeless,the creature loosened its grip around her wounded neck. Her eyes became normal and her breathing was unsteady but she was still breathing and that's all that mattered.

With that, the creature dissipated into thin air and all the candles in her room lit. Her body was hers again and she shot up quickly to steady her breathing and heart beat.She sighed in defeat and exhaustion. It was the fourth time this happened this week.

Her bony hands ran over the mark on her wrist in feathery movements as it burned from the inside out. It burned as though thousand of needles made from the earth's mantle pricked the area on her wrist. It was a birth mark that had horrified her parents the minute she came out into the world. The mark brought in so many Seers, Doctors and priests to examine it. And all of them said it was a bad sign, a sign that indicated terror and torture to the one who's body the mark laid on.

Because after all, a serpent never really was a representative of virtue and merit was it? Whether it was on her body when she was a mere infant crying for her mother or whether it was on her macabre figure when she came to traumatise herself in the dark of her room.

After all, her deeds in the past is what led her own soul to split into two halves. One for her body to own and one for the devil to own.