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"You couldn't find any?"
An old man shook his head at the question. Truth be told, he wasn't that old. In fact, he was only 40 years old, but the stress of living on the street mixes with the actual grime in the most disgusting way possible, giving the otherwise middle-aged man the worn down eyes, baggy cheeks and a weak beaten down smile. "No..." the man muttered. "They were all out, not even scraps."
The young woman who had asked the question sighed and said, "Thats fine..."
It was a nice afternoon. That was the one nice thing about this place. A land forgotten by people slowly being swallowed by nature. The vine covered buildings grew stronger as they were swallowed in the harsh rays of the sun. Looking up at the sky, Gretta couldn't help but wish that the slums weren't more like in movies, a harsh underbelly buried beneath society. Maybe if it were like that, she could bury herself in society's sins. All that is left now is her own.
Leaving the old man, she turned a corner into the alleyway that she called her home. This alley way was all that hid her from the sunlight. She hid in the shadow cast by society, just like she always did. In the corner next to the dumpster laid a wet box.
As she stood over the sad excuse for shelter she had, she once again sighed, squatting next to the box. "Why?"
Gretta knew why. Her man was beating her, broke some of her teeth. It was her fault. She was such a gold digger. She was nothing without his money, nothing at all, yet she rushed out of the house one night and never turned back. In a sense, this pathetic hallowed out woman was all she ever really was. That thought finally forced the tears to fall down from her cheeks. "I hate myself," she whispered to no one.
The shadows that surrounded her intensified. They weren't mere shadows anymore, but darkness itself. The light outside of the alleyway faded and a pair of red eyes stared back at her from above.
The girl could faintly make out the shape of a demon, with devilish wings and horns that signified its allegiance to satan.
"Huh... Wait.... I don't have any money" she screamed.
"Foolish human, to have fallen so far," the demon said. "Say goodbye to the person you are, as I reach into your flesh and consume your soul."
"No... please! Anything but that! I'm not ready to die."
"Oh but you will die. You struggled and thrashed, but all it brought was me and my appetite. As your reward I shall kill the weakling that is before me and consume your soul."
"STOP NO!"
The darkness crept closer, wrapping around her ankles. It dragged her back into the very pit of darkness itself. "Fear not," the demon said, its voice almost seductive in nature, soothing even. "You will be born anew."
"NOOOO!"
A hand reached into her chest and yanked out her soul. The orb, so bight and blue, almost seemed to shine like a bright star. The woman faded out, her eyes closed. Yes, on that day she died.
Aruna1:15Aruna's sharp teeth sunk into the soul, taking a bite out of it. The girl's stress, grief, hopelessness; it tasted like the what humans would call good restaurant food. It was worth tracking down. The darkness repaired the gaping hole, restoring it to full strength. No that wasn't true. It wasn't just full strength. When the girl wakes up, she would find that the weight upon her soul would be lifted. This would be the day her helpless self would give way to a true force to be wrecked with, free from the weight of self-loathing.
So then... what should I do with myself? What even is my problem?