Hazbin Trashcan

Her Mistake

Bare feet shuffled quietly against the ground. It was cold, where she was, though she wasn’t quite sure where it was. Her mind was gone and her eyes were distant; nothing seemed to matter at the moment. Whispers of breeze tickled her cheek and made the liquid dry and she felt like her chest was full of molten iron.

Her mind whispered nonsensical words. Begging, pleading, screaming, though her face was impassive. A thud came from behind her and she jumped, eyes widening in some semblance of emotion as her feet sped up. She wouldn’t be caught - no, not again.

That was, until a hand came down on her shoulder and she was tossed up into the air.
Unable to control herself, she twisted midair and her eyes went white, her irises disappearing. She’d already had one - she didn’t need another -

Her teeth clamped down on the demon’s throat and she tore it out in a frantic motion, the monster inside of her letting out a guttural sound of relief. The demon’s face contorted and tried his best to shove her off but she was so much stronger; her teeth tore easily through blood and muscle and she tried her best to pay no attention. Her fingers ached as she ripped through the chest and pried ribs apart, mind focused on one goal in particular. The wendigo shoved her hand inside and twisted the organ so it snapped away from its home. Her mouth watered and drool met blood as the girl began to feast upon the heart.

When the second was completed, her stomach gave a ravenous growl. The beast was in control and there was nothing that could stop it; try as she might, it continued to prowl down the hallway in search for more. Her mind was frantic, pleading with the monster to stop - she didn’t want to hurt anyone!

A third was brutally feasted upon and devoured; the beast took it’s time. It pried every last drop of blood and every last ounce of meat; it even took it’s time to suck marrow from the bones. A fourth, a fifth, a sixth. Each body was sliced through like butter and everything that was remotely edible was gorged down her throat.

“More.” Her voice was twisted and angry, her senses telling the beast that there were no more demons in the area, “More.”

No, no, no -

Margret violently shoved that beast inside of her away, a game of sick tug o’ war. The wendigo gave a mighty snap to the air, but the horns started to twist away and her teeth began to shorten. With a few more minutes of internal struggle and a sharp pain when she returned back to her regular body, Margret let out a heartbroken wail.

She’d broken the one promise she’d made to her mother.

A droplet of blood fell from her hands and mixed with the tears pooled below her and she couldn’t even say whose blood it was. She had mindlessly murdered six demons and stripped them of everything that they once were - the pile of bones nearby spoke for it. She couldn’t even tell that there were six dead. They all were just a mess of white and red.

Her steps were shaky as she made her way up the stairs. Something was off. Something was missing. As she escaped the basement and made her way out onto the street, she came to realize.

Margret wasn’t hungry. This caused another sob to escape her.

 

Hours later, whispers on the streets were picked up through the broadcasts. A demon child wandering through Pentagram City - covered in blood. A quick count of his household, the confusion of realizing that it was his eldest that was gone made him leave in a whirlwind. A few threats here and there and he found himself quickly approaching the small being that was his child.