Wandering Moonlight: Writing Prompts & Short Stories

Lesser Evils Part One

*****A short story written in 9 chapters, 3 parts— An ancient evil wakes from eternal slumber (that she put herself into out of boredom) to a post-apocalyptic world. Without a world to rule, she is bemused and bored enough to help a little mute human boy looking for his father. Not a romance. ****

"Goddess? I am no goddess. I am death. I am chaos. I am the end. I am the void. I am savior to no thing."

This short story is horror/gore and will not feature any romance/sex/smut (the two MCs are a little boy and an ancient evil female, so, like, ew). This story probably won't be very popular 'cause it's not romance or anything, but I enjoyed writing it * shrugs *

Trigger warnings are just for gore. It's not too crazy, I don't think, but just FYI I guess :) *****

1– LADY VOID

I never thought I'd wake again, so coming to consciousness to the utter silence that met my ears and the rest of my senses was almost like not waking at all. I sat up slowly, staring around at the four males— drakán if I wasn't mistaken— watching me with wide, pleased gleams in their dark eyes.

"My lady," one murmured in the tongue I last remembered. I flinched at the gravel in his voice that broke that musical silence, and immediately lashed out, ending his life with a swipe of my claws. The others went down even quicker, the filthy creatures, until only one remained.

"My lady!" he cried, his voice even  worse than the first. I hissed at him, leaping up from the body of the last male I had slaughtered to finish him. "We awoke you, our goddess, to aid us in our time of need! The vampír have overtaken the earth; they have killed off most of the humans— there is barely anything left to feed on! They have bred until there are too many to sustain— we feed on their scraps only! We woke you to right this injustice! We freed you from your prison!"

I cocked my head, feeling my knotted hair twisting around my shoulders at the movement.

"Goddess?" I growled, keeping my voice low. Fuck, that silence had been perfect and serene. I wanted that back. "I am no goddess. I am death. I am chaos. I am the end. I am the void. I am savior to no thing."

"My lady, pl—!" the male began, but I was finished with that damn noise he was making. So I ended his life and licked the blood and chunks of the four dead drakán from my fingers as I stared around me.

I was in a large stone chamber— a cave maybe? The walls were rough stone that glittered in what I assumed was starlight— I could not feel the moon's light through the stone.

The silence and peace was so complete in that cave, no sight, sound or sense of any living beings, it took me many parcels of time to leave the rotting corpses of the misguided drakán behind and venture out into the desert that surrounded my gravesite.

The place I had interred myself centuries-- millennia? — before, when my immortal life began to grow... tedious.

And those imbeciles had woken me, probably hearing some misbegotten stories of my favoring the drakán.

All creatures believed what they wanted to believe. The truth was never that simple.

2– THE TAKING

My daddy was out on the edges of the forest chopping wood when the first warning went out — one of the border alarms. The three women and the old man we were hiding out with in that tiny cabin quickly moved into their oft-rehearsed roles. While I ran for my daddy. He was already on his way back in, his wrist alarm beeping so quietly I could barely hear it over the pounding of my heart in my ears and my throat.