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The young girl awoke, shooting up in her small, worthless bed as she weeped useless tears fueled from the nightmare she had just witnessed. The rain was falling steadily outside, and her parents were dead asleep.

She got up, and the hand grabbed her before she could register what happened. But, what had grabbed her, you may ask?

That is not for now.

She fought against it, but the grip remained still. The hand seemed to be remaining still as well, as the beast screeched.

"Don't go!" the vile creature warned, but the girl did not listen, as the monster let her go and she ran out of her room, into the dark corridor to meet the unsettling fate she had before her. The girl was only five years old, so she had not seen enough of the world to believe anything bad of it.

The creature was crying tears of onyx, staining it's grotesque face with it's sorrow. For it had yet to spare even one child's life. Out in the hallway, the little girl blindly felt her way through the corridor.

A wood board creaked as the child stepped on it, and she was pulled into darkness from down under, so quickly that she didn't even have time to scream. She was being held by the collar, as the beast dug it's unforgiving claws deep into the preschooler's soft neck. Crimson spurted everywhere, as the little girl began to weep once again in pain.

The malignant spirit laughed out in joy, as it watched the life slowly drain from her eyes. Her big, brown eyes. Eyes that had never once witnessed violence.

It ripped open her chest, tearing through flesh and bones, and threw her organs everywhere. Her heart was in it's hands, and he ate it in two small bites, enjoying every sweet second.

The demon continued to tear through what had once been a human being, but was now a meal to some volatile creature who was simply bored.

Her once blonde hair was now red, and matted with blood, and her eyes had rolled back into her head. Her mouth had blood dripping from her tiny lips, and her cheeks were pale, almost grey.

The beast had ripped her internal organs to shreds, only stopping to eat the more important ones, still warm with the life that rushed through it mere minutes ago. Her pajamas were soaked with fluid, both from her own blood and stomach acid, and from the drool of the monster who so brutally stripped the life from a young girl with a heart of gold.

All of this took place in the place she once called home, just in the next room over from her rather young parents who were sleeping tranquilly, unaware of the horrors they would witness the next morning, when they were to walk into the kitchen to make their meals.

The room remained dark for hours on end, the demon left without a trace, on to the next place to take another child.

The spirit under her bed was the only one who remained, still crying as before. Why? Why was it that every time this happened, they never listened to her? She had been doing this for millennia, but she still felt for the young ones. Then again, what could she do?

For she was only the wife of a devil.

A shrill scream cut through the air, coming from the kitchen. And with that, the blackness covered her eyes, ad she faded back into nothingness.