| The Demon Assassin by C.Darknight |
| Seraphina lies back on her bed, exhausted. She has spent the past few weeks searching the world for potential allies. It is going to take more than the handful that she now knows. Too tired to even remove her clothes, she just closes her eyes and drifts into the warm, dark embrace of sleep. Seraphina walks down the street, the warm breeze caressing her bare shoulders. Her light summer dress gently flows around her. The click-clack of her shoes striking the sidewalk beat out a steady beat. Casually she sidesteps people walking towards her on the narrow, cracked sidewalk. The long shadows have given way to the darkness of the young night. Seraphina smiles at the freedom she feels. Freedom she has not known in a long time. The joys of being able to walk down the street, without having to look over her shoulder. Without having to worry about what is going to happen next. The fate of the Lambs, whether they are going to be destroyed by the mechanizations of her father, or some other insane Human. She pauses at the window of a bakery, enjoying the scent of fresh baked bread. The smell reminds her of France in the early 1400's. Sighing, she moves on, thinking of how much the Lambs and the world has changed. How much they have grown, soon they will be ready for God, and all His glory. Soon, they will be ready to go forth into the great community of the stars, and find their lost cousins. Seraphina thinks she hears something behind her, but she dismisses it as being paranoid. She continues down the sidewalk, carefree, not any worries, not until the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Now she knows she is not being paranoid, this danger is very real. She glances behind her, but there is nothing there, other than the other people walking down the street. Not wanting to take any risk, she picks up her pace. The breeze shifts, and the stench of rotting flesh washes over her. Seraphina knows now she is in grave danger. As she continues to pick up her pace, she notices that the street has become eerily empty. Breaking into a run, she dashes down the street, and attempts to summon her armor, but it will not come up. She knows the only way she is going to survive this encounter is to make the five block run to the doors of the building she lives in. Looking back to see her pursuer, her foot goes off the edge of the sidewalk, sending her sprawling to the asphalt street. Seraphina scrambles to her feet, and starts to run; as her left foot hits the ground, she gasps as shooting pain shoot up her leg from her twisted ankle. Tightening her jaw, she keeps running. Two blocks in a sprint, her lungs start to scream, burning for more air as the pain reaches the point of numbness. On the back of her neck she can feel the hot putrid breath of the demon assassin. Little more than two blocks away, the side of her head explodes as the demon's clawed hand hits with enough force to throw her ten feet forward, onto the asphalt. Seraphina bounces to a stop on the curb, exhaustion taking its toll on her limbs as she tries to get up. The shape shifting demon assassin lunges, landing to where he is standing over her. She kicks at him, and misses, the demon's response is to backhand her, the bony plates on the back of his hand tears the soft flesh of her cheek. Stars flash before her eyes as her head hits the hard sidewalk. Dizzy, she tries to wiggle away, the corner of the curb biting into her back. The demon licks his lips, his long slimy tongue slowly making its way around his maw. "Fight, my prey," he says in a guttural growl of a voice. "I like my prey hot and sweaty." The demon claws the front of her dress open, leaving bloody claw marks on her once flawless naked body. Again she fights back, but the demon slams her down, almost breaking her back on the curb, Seraphina gasps in pain. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he grabs the front waist of her cotton panties, ripping them from her body, leaving burning marks on her skin. As the demon's member extends from the fur that grows down the front of his body, Seraphina fights harder, hitting and trying to escape. The demon is too strong, easily holding her down as he slips his free hand to her crotch, roughly forcing two taloned fingers inside her. She screams. The gentle flesh rips as he yanks the plate covered fingers out. Holding her down and fondling her breast, he pries her legs apart, cutting flesh as the bony plates on his thighs run against her thighs. "This is just a taste of what I will do to your friends," the demon hisses, then forces his long tongue into her mouth, and down her throat, stifling the flow of oxygen. Using the blood glistening on her genitals, the demon penetrates, his extreme size tearing the walls of the birth canal, stopping when it reaches the cervix. She tries to scream, but it will not come out, as the demon pounds into her over and over again, almost hard enough to dislocate her hips and break her pelvis. Soon the demon's body starts to convulse, forcing him to drive even deeper. Then he releases, and Seraphina feels the burning hot liquid explode and go everywhere inside her.... Seraphina sits up straight in bed, her heart pounding, pulse racing. She looks around; this is her bedroom, in her penthouse. It was just a dream, she thinks. She moves to get out of bed, her blood freezing at the pain between her thighs and the flow of hot liquid from out of her.... |
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