The Summoning - a short story #2
Kneeling in the cold-wet darkness, there was a girl sobbing. Her dress was ragged and covered with dirt. She was bruised and badly injured, if you can see her there, you can clearly see traces of abuse in her body.
It's her 18th birthday and she was thinking about her family waiting for her in their mansion. She imagined her mother and father inviting all the noble people in their town. All their servants prepared for the upcoming feast while everyone in the mansion cheerfully singing a happy song while waiting for her arrival. "Why is this happening to me?" she thought as she rubbed her swollen eyes. Her treasured innocence was snatched away in the cold-dark menacing alley where she was kneeling. She tried to fight but she was hammered with punches. All she can do is scream while those perverted pigs played their filthy hands on her.
They groaned for pleasure while she agonize pain and humiliation. She tried to plead them to stop but they were enjoying it and when their finished, she can't barely move. Her organs aching with pain, she couldn't feel anything yet suddenly she realized that this is really happening, she broke down, helpless and betrayed. Lying unaided in the dark in the dark-cold narrow passage where all she can do is cry and curse those people who took away everything, those people who heard her screams but never helped her, all those people who watched her being humiliated but did nothing, nothing at all to stop them. She disowned God for all the unfortunate things that happened to her.
She blamed HIM for everything, she looked up and cursed heaven, her face mad and distorted with anger.
A moment later, she heard something like a flapping of wings outside the alley. She rose and stood up.
"What was that?" she thought as she smelled something burning.
She walked outside the alley, there was no one, the chilling coldness caressed her bruised cheeks and arms. Her skin is paler than it used to be back then. She strolled out to the alley and to the streets, trying to look for someone and ask what is really going on.
Every step is hurting her deeply, her toes are not covered anymore with fancy shoes that would protect her from the cold floor. She is now in no chance can be described as a lady that to be respected but a filthy whore walking in the street. She choked as she got into a familiar pavement, it was covered with blood and dumped with dead decaying bodies. She felt that she swallowed a big lump in her throat that she started to feel a difficulty of breathing, she coughed and struggle to watch the gore scene.
"Lady, are you the who called me?" She was stunned as she heard the deafening voice echoing everywhere. She was really scared and confused about what she had seen but there's no way she could escape the reality that she has nothing to turn to except that voice.
"Show yourself!" She demanded hesitantly.
For a moment of long silence, the scent of something burning got stronger and stronger making the atmosphere unbearable. The pavement glowed as the mysterious voice got closer and closer. She paused there in silence, the temperature suddenly dropped, she shivered.
"There is no such thing as God, only misery and pain. You are just a victim, who was dreaded with filth of the human nature. I can feel your anguish and it attracts me, dragging me closer to you. The scent of your soul, it's irresistible and tempting" The voice, laughed and it echoed to every sides of the pavement. Then he continued making effort to soften his tone.
"This is not the proper time to talk rubbish, I demand to show yourself". She asked.
"You, who denied God, would be rewarded! Vengeance upon those people who inflicted torment to your life, look at them! They are dead and mercilessly burned in the flames of hell. Your long wish is already granted" Heavy footsteps coming from the darkest part of the alley and as the shadow drew closer, she felt something strange, the sound of the movement stopped and there appeared a chilling darkness that slowly taking form.
Her eyes wided as she noticed that the menacing shadow slowly forming a man with black clad suit and black leathered shining shoes. The man was smiling, long gray hair that hid his right eye, his skin is paler than her's and she can see the fear in herself growing, enveloping her whole. She trembled before the creature standing in front of her. The man moved closer until they were only a meter away from each other. Behind his angelic features, she can sense that only darkness and evil curled inside him. She noticed the absence of his shadow and that his expression is alluring.
She looked back again to the dead bodies, their bodies were slowly rotting. She managed to smile at the man, who have been staring directly at her, checking her entire being, her soul, every bit of herself were slowly ripped by his eyes.
He introduced himself courteously at her, giving a formal bow. His eyes still focusing at her, she bowed in returned.
"I'm a demon and I'm to make you a deal."
"My name is Eve, the daughter of the Lord Marcus. It's my eighteenth birthday and we'll have a small ball in our mansion. Would you like to come with me as my guest?"
She gracefully offered her dirt-covered hand expecting for the demon to kiss it and he did. With full passion he kissed it. She stood still and felt the darkness slowly swallowing her as it offered her its alluring promises.
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