The Unholy Attraction

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Everywhere around me is soft again. It feels as if I'm a cloud... Is that the correct terminology? Soft as the cloud? It was something similar to that I've heard the humans say. It's been a long time since I've held a conversation with one. Things here seem.. calmer than usual. The nightmares are not here. There is no fire, no hellbent screaming, nothing but silence. Alone with my thoughts. This is worse. I don't want to be left alone, not here. Not with just my thoughts. Not with these voices telling me the same things over and over again. But yet, everywhere I look, there is nothing but white space filling the void. No matter where I walk, run, or claw... It's just white. The voices are slowly getting louder and my head hurts. Yet in the distance, there is finally a figure. As I grow closer to it, I can see him more clearly. The pure smile. 

I sit up, startled by my own mind. I feel the sweat drip down my neck as I catch my breath. Voices fill the room next to me. I gather myself and realize... I'm still here. Still in this building, surrounded by humans. I rip the bandage off my head. The dark blood had stained them but upon inspecting, the wound I had sustained had vanished. I figured as much. A normal human would've taken ages for a wound that deep to heal, but unfortunately for me, that was not the case. I managed to stand up and the room still spun a little. I wasn't used to sleeping on such soft surfaces like that bed. The door swung open before I could react quick enough and there stood that damn pure one. 

He grinned, clapping his hands together. "Oh! Good morning! I'm so glad to see you're healing well!" he chirped. His voice gave me a headache. "Yes, I'm better. I'll be going now," I managed to mumble. His grin softened a little. "Oh no, no, no! You still need rest! Please stay!" he insisted.So damn persistent. I hated it. I can't be near him much longer. I can feel myself slipping back. "No. I am leaving."

I pushed past him, perhaps using a little more force than necessary. I was just focused on leaving this holy area. He grabbed my wrist as I headed towards the exit. "At least stay for breakfast! I promise you won't regret it!" he said softly. I yanked my arm back. "No, I need to go now. I've overstayed my welcome," I growled lowly, ripping the door open and slamming it before he could say any more. That home reeked of God's scent. It made me sick to my stomach. And that pure human... was so tempting. So naive, so innocent. I could just kill him right where he stood and he had no idea. No clue how dangerous I really am. 

I can hear him yelling something about coming back, but my mind is too clouded with thoughts to care. I know I need to eat soon. The pain in my stomach was becoming too much and these humans were so tempting. The swirling of colors all around me; the reds, blues, even yellows... They all looked so good. So sweet, so bitter, so- 

Snap out of it, filthy demon, I scolded myself. They just want to live here, they have enough to deal with. Do not send them into another war. A flash of blue in front of me brought me back to reality. A deer. Something I can eat with some chase. Following on foot was no problem, deer were quick after all. I liked the rush of scaring my prey. The adrenaline they released right before I kill them makes their souls that much better. 

I let my shadows slowly drip over my fingertips, creating claws. With a quick slash, the deer laid dead. The blood had splattered all over me but the hunger took over. Without missing a beat, I had my arms digging through the corpse in search of my prize. Most species were the same: souls rest in between the chest. The space between the sternum and heart. Well, that's under the assumption the animal has a sternum. Details don't matter right now. 

I felt the soft resistance and a faint smile came across my face. I ripped the soul from it's resting place, admiring the soft baby blue it emitted. Round with a white center. These ones were u sally sweet with just a hint of bitterness. Forest animals are pretty pure in general, usually doing what they need to do to survive... I can relate. I usually devoured them whole, but today I took my time. Biting into it like one would an apple, I sat back against a tree and observed the mess I had created. The deer was mutilated and I almost felt sorry for it. I didn't mean to take out so much aggression on it but I was starving from all the temptation.  

I had just finished eating when I heard voices. Someone must've spotted some of the blood splatters. I got up and took off before they got any closer. Though... I should've paid more attention. I was leaving a trail without knowing.