ROSE RETRIBUTION

Prologue

The wind whistled. Rushing pass the trees causing the unlucky leaves to sway from their source falling to their death, where they will riot. The orchestra of crickets and owls filled the emptiness of the night, singing their tunes as gracefully and melodious as they are tought to.

The tunes mixed with the void of the night got interrupt as heavy foot steps could be heard as well as man pleading for his life.

"I w-will give you the money," The man begged. "I-I swear I'll p-pay boss b-back. Just p-please spear me."

His friend looked at him with disgust, hatred blazing in his eyes. "I have always hated you, you peice of shit. I am just glad boss ordered me to end you, so fucking glad you're going to die by my hands," He laughed like a meniac, watching his friend tremble as he tugged the roles that tightly bound his hands to his ankles.

"P-please I-I be-beg you. I-I'll ran a-away and......" A loud gun shot cut his friend off permanently. The sound followed by something heavy hitting the ground.

"Waste of fucking time I tell ya," The shooter hissed. Walking away from his friend's lifeless body that laid on the cold forrest floor. His once breathing friend was now wearing a bullet hole between the eyes.

Red crimson flowed from the now dead soul, steeping through the cold forrest dirt. Running as if it as a mind of it's own, finally it found something very old and wooden.

The blood steep through the cracks and holes of the wooden casket. A casket that had spent years decaying. The blood found it's purpose, filling the one that longed for it most.

Dripping passed the dried dacaying lips. The fresh warm blood of the human awaken the cells and fibres of the last soul. One that shouldn't be, one that shouldn't exist.

The damaged and rotten cells regrouping, building, reproducing repidly, forming fresh ones. Once dead and damaged organs coming to life. Suddenly, A deep gasp was heard through the now silent lush vegetation as the unholy surfaced from beneath.

The waves of feral vibe that flowed from it, causing all living creatures to flee from the danger and wrath that radiated from it. Even the crickets and owls did, down to the ants sowered.

It lifted it's head, finding the scent of something savoring, something delicious or .... someone.

Following the scent on instinct, less than a minute the feral beast found the source where the most tantalizing scent was coming from.

The human walked carelessly, oblivious to the deadly creature that watches him intently, analyzing. But maybe it was not watching him but the vein that pulses at the bass of his neck.

Moving fast the human hadn't seen it coming, only felt when something grip him by the neck and lifts him in the air.

Fear gripped the human at the core as it gaze into the red eyes of the devil itself.

"P-please," The human stammered, wishing they were anywhere, but.

"Shhhhh," The beast whispered tilting it's head. It watched the fear that oozed from it's soon to be feast. "What year?"

The human looked confused by this question, but answered stuttering noneless, "20-2017,"

"P-please," The human begged again, reaching of his gun slowly that he had not too long ago end his friend life with. Without thinking he fired the gun, using all 9 bullets that had remained, into the chest of the thing that held him up.

He smirks as he thought the monster would fall to the ground dead, but the was sadly mistaken. The creature hadn't move a muscle as it held the pathetic human in the exact hold.

"Bad," The whisper flowed through the wind reaching it's prey's ear. Lips curving into a smile as long fangs protruded, reflecting in the moonlight.

The smirk fell from the human's lip as he struggled to break free. Looking death in the eyes, he knew his time had come. Fear like he had never felt before suffocated him, causing his bladder to gave way and empty.

The human's screams could be heard from a mile away, until it was no more.

Jolting awake, sweat covered the woman's face as she pant and screamed into the night, "It's coming, it's coming. We are all going to die. The beast is upon us. The demon is coming"

The demon was indeed coming, coming to exact venegance on all those who had done wrong.

Coming to feast on the fresh of the veil.

Coming to savour the wicked souls that had once caused great torment.

Coming to destroy.

Coming for RETRIBUTION.