She sat in the corner of the dimly lit room, the stench of decay permeating the air around her. Her slender fingers delicately picked at the skin of the corpse sprawled out before her, revealing the glistening muscle tissue underneath. It was almost laughable how she detested the chewy texture, yet her hunger drove her to endure it. With a sudden urge, she leaned in, her sharp fangs sinking into the flesh with a sickening squelch. Coppery warmth flooded her mouth as she tore away a chunk of meat, relishing in the forbidden pleasure it brought. The taste was intoxicating, a primal satisfaction that surged through her veins. Swallowing the morsel in one swift motion, she could have devoured the entire corpse in seconds if she desired. Instead, she savored each bite, savoring the lingering essence of death that clung to the meat.
Lifting her head, she tilted it back to gaze at the sky outside, painted a deep crimson by the rising sun. Her face, streaked with blood, reflected the gruesome scene before her. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rush of adrenaline beginning to subside as she basked in the aftermath of her feast. With a satisfied smirk, she glanced down at the lifeless figure below—a sinner, now nothing more than prey for her insatiable hunger. Pride swelled within her as she admired her handiwork, a gaping hole in the center of the chest where she had torn away flesh like a ravenous beast. The once pristine room was now tainted with the scent of death, the rotting flesh of her victim filling her home with its putrid odor. It was the one thing she despised about feasting—the inevitable aftermath that lingered long after her hunger had been sated.
She hummed a small tune to herself as she gracefully rose from the cold stone floor, her short demon tail swaying from side to side in a gesture of satisfaction. Though the taste of a sinner's flesh was far from the sweetness of a human's, she made do with what she could find. Leaving the dimly lit room behind, she stretched her wings, their impressive span reaching high above her head as she navigated the narrow corridors of her estate. With each step, her clawed feet clicked against the tiled floor, echoing in the emptiness of the hallway. She entered her bathroom, filled with the warm glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows across the marble walls. The bath itself was a grand affair, carved from obsidian and filled to the brim with steaming water. With a contented sigh, she lowered herself into the liquid, feeling its warmth seep into her weary bones.
As she luxuriated in the comforting embrace of the water, her loyal servant imps scurried about the chamber with unwavering dedication. Their tiny claws worked diligently scrubbing the blood and grime from her skin, ensuring every inch of her body was cleansed to perfection. In the midst of her grooming, one imp darted into the room, clutching a vintage phone in its gnarled grasp. Without missing a beat, the demoness reached out from the bath, her left hand still being attended to by another imp, and plucked the phone from the creature's outstretched claws. With practiced ease, she balanced the phone in her right hand, holding it to her ear as she continued to soak in the warm water. "You are speaking to (Y/N)," she intoned with a hint of formality, her voice echoing slightly in the tiled chamber
On the other end of the line, a voice crackled with annoyance. "(Y/N)! I've been trying to get a hold of you all night! What the fuck were you doing?" The voice demanded, its irritation palpable even through the static of the connection. Her formal demeanor faltered for a moment, replaced by a subtle flicker of annoyance. However, she quickly regained her composure, her voice sweetening as she responded, "Vox, dear, I've informed you of my rest days, have I not? You know I must eat. Surely, you understand," she purred, the last word laced with a menacing undertone that caused him to tense. Vox scoffed on the other end of the line, but she could hear the frustration in his tone as he continued, "This is important. I'll send someone for you. Don't be late." A mischievous smile played across her lips as she leaned back in the bath, relishing in the power she held over Vox. "I wouldn't dare to," she replied sweetly, before ending the call with a flick of her wrist.
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Hayran Kurgu"I always wondered what venison tasted like," She was a lamb disguised in wolf's clothing; with doe-like eyes that shimmered with innocence and beauty, it was as though the heavens themselves had plucked her from the celestial realm only to cast her...
