Winter Light {Creepypasta}

Winter Light

A young girl, around the age of eighteen, sat quietly in her room, growling at the sheet of paper before her. It was flat, white, and warm - straight from the box. She twirled a pacer between her index finger and thumb, inspiration refusing to guide her. A knock at her closed bedroom door sounded. With a growl, said female got to her feet and opened the door, revealing her sister, Andrea.
"What?" She growled to the smaller girl with red-brown hair.
"H-hey Winter." Andrea looked up, smiling. She didn't stutter because she was intimidated, that was just how she was, but she was getting over it.
Winter sighed and removed some strawberry-blonde locks away from her face. This time when she spoke, she was a little more inviting. "So, what can I do for you?" She looked down at the girl that was twelve years younger than her - aged six.
"Mum and Dad were yelling again. They saw me, and told me to come and get you. I've no idea what it's about... All I heard from their yelling was multiple "Winter"s."
Winter refused to growl in front of little Andrea. "All right. Thanks." She said, ruffling the little girl's hair and marching into the corridor, then turning harshly down the steps. At the bottom, she saw Maricia, Suzanne and Jack, all of which were seven years younger than her - triplets. Jack looked up first, raising a brown eyebrow. "I suppose Andrea came and got you then?"
Winter nodded. "Yes. Do you know where they are?"
Jack nodded and gestured to the door. "Outside."
"Thanks." Winter said, marching out to confront her parents.
"Winter!" Came her father, Julian's call.
"Yes Father?" Winter said calmly.
Her mother, Stephanie appeared. "Honey, we need to talk."
The strawberry-blonde curled her lip. "It's no secret you hate me - don't call me "honey" for that exact reason."
The eyes of both her parents blazed.
"Fine." Snapped her angered mother." But we're going to take you to the field." She growled. "So your siblings can't hear or see."
-Time skip-
Once at the field, her father turned and glared. "You know what this field is for?"
"It's the community growing patch." Winter said, glancing around at the tools for different things - scythes, lawn mowers, rakes, multiple other things... And some sort of alcohol-based poison... For pests, no doubt.
"Correct." He snapped. "Now see that scythe?"
Winter nodded.
"Bring it here and give it to me."
The eighteen-year-old was suddenly questioning her father, but she did it nonetheless. She feared what he would do. True, he hated her, both her parents did... But they wouldn't kill her... Would they?
Her fingers curled around the scythe. It had a long, wooden handle and a light, iron blade.
​"All right. Pass it here."
Winter's piercing dark blue eyes suddenly flicked blood red. "No, Daddy."
Her father moved forward, growling. "Colour-changing contacts, I see." He snarled and whipped the tool out of her hands.
Winter's mother sighed. "Winter, go to the bench half way into the woods."
The eighteen-year-old's eyes were still blood red. "Yes, Mummy. I will." Once at the table, she knew what her parents were going to do, so, as if in some sort of trance, she laid on the table.
"Now Winter," her father began with cold eyes. "We loved you in the past, but then you turned away from us and never opened up. I'm afraid you'll be one of those swampy-goth freaks. This is for your own good." He said, slowly piercing the skin of his hated daughter.
Winter didn't scream, didn't flinch - just allowed the blackness to swallow her, feeding off her homicidal father's disappointment that she didn't get any screams. She waited to pass out for an eternity - for death to claim what was left of her. Instead, she heard a demonic voice.
'And you're not going to punish them?' It asked in a low rumble.
She thought for a minute, then replied. It was as though some greater evil entity had "hacked" it's way into her brain. 'How do I punish them when I am not alive to act upon it?'
'Simple,' the voice responded. 'Become my proxy, and I shall restore you your life... On one condition.'
'Tell me.' The already dead girl responded. How this was possible, she did not know. She was dead! This defied logic on so many levels!
The voice chuckled. 'Kill your parents. And your siblings.'
​'Um, my parents I understand, but my siblings, I don't. What have they done to me?'
'Let me tell you.'​ The low voice purred in her ear. ​'Your parents wouldn't have cared how you turned out if they hadn't had your rapscallion brothers and sisters. Simple as that, my dear.'
Realisation slapped Winter in the face. 'As you wish... Um...'
'Lord Zalgo.' He replied with a voice like ice. His presence, though somewhat comforting, reeked of Fire and Brimstone - Hell. But Winter was beyond caring. 'But you, Winter Roselinne Light, will call me "Master".'
'Yes, Master.' Winter responded obediently.
-Time skip-
Winter's eyes flicked open. They were still glowing red as blood.
"Stephanie, what should we do with the corpse?"
"I don't know, Julian."
"What corpse?" Winter asked, standing up weakly. She was briefly restored to her normal appearance, but since she was under the rule of Zalgo at this moment, her eyes remained red, and blood spotted her clothes. To top this morbid appearance off, her organs, still functioning fully, were hanging out limply. Most disturbing was her heart that still palpitated and fought for circulation. This was her appearance when doing her master's biding.
At her side was a scythe and a bottle of alcohol-based poison. The hilt of the scythe was made of pure, gleaming onyx, and the blade was of sterling silver. Quite expensive-looking for something so brutal.
The poison was in a 200mL vial with a black lid in the shape of a skull and crossbones. She picked both items up, shoving the jarred toxicity into her bloodied pouch-bag.
Her father gaped. "But you're dead!"
"And whose fault is that?" Pausing, something demonic corrupted her, and she spoke in a voice that wasn't the voice of Winter Light.
"He comes."
She said poisonously, not wanting a reply. Before either of her parents could do anything, she leapt forward and used her scythe. She swung it as though she had used it for years and removed their skins completely, leaving the raw flesh of there bodies to drop to the ground, the muscles in their faces contorting as they screamed in pain upon coming into contact with... Anything really. 
"Don't cry - death is only the beginning."
Winter Light watched from her regained perch on the bench as her parents dragged their skinless nearly-corpses across the grass, shrieking and slowly dying from pain and blood loss.
She snapped her fingers, and her scythe disappeared in a puff of black-and-red, blood-scented smoke, waiting for next use. Raising the vial, Winter smirked insanely. "Hmm... I'll vanquish them with this."
'I guess you'll want to be returned to your regular form to deal with thos brats?'  ​Zalgo's deep, cold voice boomed in her mind. Winter cackled insanely and spoke out loud, getting drunk on her parents' obvious pain.
"No, Master. They don't deserve to be relieved of fear."
With that, she left her parents to finish their painful and torturous death process, running home quickly.
-Time skip-
"Andrea? Suzanne? Jack? Maricia? It's Winter!"
​"WINT- What the hell are you?" Maricia bounded round the corner, leading her other siblings. She suddenly skidded to a halt.
"Get me four glasses. I have a treat for you lot."
'Treat' must have clicked in their minds. Ignoring her emaciated appearance, they raced upstairs, returning later with small glasses. Uncapping the alcohol, Winter poured six small drops in each glass. "Drink, my sweets."
​So they all drank, not knowing that what lay in the liquid was the promise of their imminent death.
"Winter, that was disgusting!" Suzanne snarled, suddenly dropping down, clutching her sides and screaming. "IT BURNS! MAKE IT STOP!"
"No - and now I'm going to watch you die. You will die, the way I did - murdered by family."
The last look on their faces was pure horror.
Something warm and smelling of fire weaved in. Winter looked down. It was a red fox with wings of flame - literally, and pupiless, entirely gold eyes. The creature was on fire, but quickly doused itself. Around it's lips was blood.
"Finish off my parents, did you, little vixen?" Winter asked the fox.
She gave her a look through fiery gold eyes that clearly stated "Now what the hell do you think?"
Winter reached down and stroked the vixen. "Good little... Singe." She said, naming it. The fox responded with a series of short, quick yaps - clearly her approval.
"Well, let's get out of her." Winter said and took off, Singe racing just behind her. Her appearance restored to the original - neat, long strawberry-blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and pale skin with not a mark in sight. The blood from her wounds cleared, and her words healed.
Before she could disappear, she looked over her shoulder, knowing there was someone, perhaps many someones, aware of her feats. "Lay back, it's all been done before." 
That fateful day was the last any animal or man ever saw of Winter Roselinne Light.
 

"Don't cry - death is only the beginning."
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"By the light of day, you will be okay...
In the dark of night, you will be all right...
Lies."
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Any theft will be traced and punished.
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