Red Eyes.
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Kόκκινα μάτια (Pronounced Kókkina mátia) . Greek for "Red Eyes". The Kόκκινα μάτια have been recorded and documented back since ancient times. They hunt humans for a living, devouring and consuming our beings. It seems to be their livelihood just to hunt us down like prey. They look and act like normal people, but when they're out hunting at night, they're full of lust and power. They usually look just like us, but at night while they're hunting, full of bloodlust, they change. The most common sign of them is their red, bloodshot eyes, with white irises. They also have very pale skin, claw-like nails, and strong, sharp teeth. By the time you notice these differences, it's too late to run. It's always, too late.
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This story is set in an alternate universe. Places, characters, and the Kόκκινα μάτια are not real and are just my imagination (obviously). This story does include graphic descriptions of violence/gore and includes profanity. Rated mature due to violence.
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