The demon's heir

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The treading of horse hoofs sounded from a distance.
   Under the moonlight, a shadowy figure emerged from its reflection, letting off an ominous aura that shivered the spine.
  Silently.....
Slowly............the horse tap echoed the small and quiet crossway town, waking up it's inhabitants in the middle of the night.
   All looked out of the window to see this mysterious person, who walked the night.
   Under the cloak, came bright blood red eyes, just staring ahead from the darkness of the cover.
   Nothing else could be seen, no other part of this person.
Just red eyes that showed resolution and evil.
Despicable will.
   The horse stopped by a drink house and the figure alighted and stepped out of the night..........into the house.
   A hand came out of the cloak....and then another, raising up to take off the hood.....and revealed a woman. Of hypnotic beauty.
   She stole the attention of the room. As she moved, stares followed.
  Stares of desire and want. At an instance, they felt In love......with the person who graced the house floors.
The figure they had just seen.
A woman they had only just met.
She glided across the room to the lovestriken countender and took the drink from his hands, flipped a golden coin on his counter and headed for a corner chair, taking light entralling sips when she drank.
  The whole house was quiet now, men and women alike, all mesmerized by a beauty so rare and yet accommodating.
  To them, from a view so clear, she was a soporific drugging herb, now they were entranced........and now...........
Hypnotized.
  But all she smelt was prey, and all they looked like to her was prey.
Because they were her prey.
  A small change in her face's expression.
Contentment.
She stood up, confident and certain. Seductively walking to her first prey. A young man.
  She slid her hands down his chest and then up to hold his chin and turned his willing face to meet hers giving him a deep kiss  and an enchanting smile, keeping him in a deeper hold. She raised her lips up to his ears, grazing it onto his skin along the way.
   She breathed in a whisper, two words to finish her job here.
All she needed to do in this little town.
Kill them!!
She raised to her feet and left the house.
Soon enough, the unwillingly screams of unlucky and weaker dying opponents filled the quoet night.
She climbed into her horse and nugded it along the road, past this town.
With no glance back, no absolute pity and no regret, she left the town.
Her horse treading at the same slow pace. At the outskirts of the town, she flicked her wrist and set the town on fire,  burning all to death as she filled in with their screams of death. Waiting and watching to ensure their end and see them off to hell, where her father waited.
The devil.
Alas, she is the devil's heir.
His very own daughter.

Death's offspring. An epitome of sins.

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