The being rolled over the hills of La'marri; a shadow slivered along the darkness, hissing as it moved from window-to-window. At each glow, a gasp of pleasure escaped a silohoutte that was not visible amongst the reflective glass that laid within the various houses that slumbered within the mages metropolis. Juveniles justly slept, awaken were only the adults with their anxiety of the day. How beautiful it was to watch the pain awash on their faces, some of them argued; hate intensified when that ebony amongst black passed by their blinds.
La'maari, why was your ghetto now falling apart as this being made its way through your being? You are so overjoyed in the day, but within the darkness lays what we all fear. We cannot escape the time of turmoil, for at some point it will geasp us and take us down upon the very fringes of Death. The afterlife, we fear it, we become anxious... Nervous that we will never know what happens in Heaven--or Hell. Olut's though had an omnipresence about him, Heaven or Hell did not exist for the exlusive evil. He never needed to fear the foursome: Hate, fear, life, death. But was he missing something, yes... love.
Another mirror that did not show the snake in the shadows was passed, and its figure would stop at the door. A breath was caught in his throat--it was hilarious that the man took in air, when he obviously did not need to breathe. Slowly, that cool are escaped the plush, ashen lips as he leaned forward. This town was full of magic maniacs, and he had his fair share of those tedious trickersters. Ghostly pale, his face wrinkled with repulsion. At the waist he would bend back upward, a soft sigh escaping those beautiful, ash-blue petals.
Slick with saliva came a pink piece of flesh, his orifice opening wide. That taster of foods--which was now a devourer of blood--flowed forth from his speaker. An index finger rose to that sensitive flesh, a sharp tip of his digit running along its blood line. Its tip would curl around the metallic chill of his finger nail, leaving a trail of mucus along that index finger. Olut's was a tall man--having a stature that allowed him to reach the top of the door's hinge. A inaudible hiss filled the cool air of the town as he ran his finger down the entire length of the door; magic seals always pissed him off, so why not tamper with the little shit.
"I'm going to fucking kill you," he crooned under his breath.
Slowly that shadow would rise, maroon mist ebbing from the frame of the house's entrance. The cool of metal was enticed by the elongated fingers of Olut's, and he would lean to the door as if he were making love to it. A moan left his lips, nostrils flaring with sensual pleasure. "I smell the children in the house..." lips were moistened by his tongue. "Green fields, you will never see green fields again you little shits." Had he not been entering the house, he would have let out a cackle of derangement.
A click...
A turn...
One inch...
Two inches...
... and he slid in. Smooth, so smooth. A soft click would ebb through the house as the door closed, not even loud enough to wake a mouse. Shoulders stooped forward as he walked to the childrens room, a broad grin showing his luminas ivories. How gorgeous the little room was. Two small beds were on either side of the room; pajamas covered their small figures; the night was hot and a window was open. They could not have between the ages of five and eight, their little bodies sprawled across the bed; farming was a tough life, especially for such a small body. Knights and dragons ran rampant through the dreamland of the boy; princesses and flowing gowns through the clouds of the girl's mind.
Olut's crept into the room and knelt between both of the beds, looking between the girl and boy. Something stirred within him--hate. Never had the man experienced a childhood, for he had died at birth. Maybe this was why he always killed the children first. A cynical frown elapsed over his face as he stood, watching the boy mutter and stir in his sleep. He would be the first. Moonlight shown through the window, a cool breeze fluxuate over his being as he hovered over the boy. A soft gasp escaped from behind him, and he knew that he was caught.
Young brown eyes popped open just as sharpened fingernails pierced them, an audible pop filling the room as the older sister began screaming. Hands were held to rosy cheeks as she watched her brother writhe beneath the hand of a monster, blood and clear liquid rolling down his soft cheeks as he screamed. Fingers curled around rough sheets as pain rocked through his body. "Shut up you little shit," venemously spoke the vampiric man as he twisted his fingers and hooked them in the hollows of the boy's sockets. That twitching figure rose out of the bed, spasming with the last signs of life.
Loud footsteps crashed through the house, a man stood in the doorway eyes awake but face tired. "By the Gods..." he whispered, hands trembling. Stumbling back, the man fell on his ass. Olut's free hand grasped the boy's neck, and with ease that juvenile visage was ripped from its base. Blood would have sprayed through the room had his heat was pumping; luck may have been on the sister's side--not for long though. Both decapitated head and body fell to the floor, crimson plasma pooling around his bitch stompers.
There was a blur, and Olut's was on the moaning man. One hand rose in the air while the other pierced his flesh and hung on to it as if it were a shirt. Whistling whirled about the room as those fingernails bulleted through the air, tearing the man's left cheek apart. A flood of blood flowed from his face to the floor, a shrill scream sedating the sadistic sensation of Olut's. "Scream you coward, scream your lungs dry." Now a fist crashed into his bare ivories, sending teeth scattering across the dirt floor. No longer did the girl shriek, she just sat there. Her eyes were wide, shock. A hick left her young lips, and finally tears swelled at her eyes.
"Jono... Daddy?" silver tears ran down the hills of her mother's cheeks--her father always told her she had her mother's face. "... Daddy... Brother?" A velvet laugh came from the bloody figure of the monster as he stood. "You have no family, now do you?" her little figure backed against the corner of her bed, her lower lip entering her mouth; courage was in the child, but in the face of the Devil one can only be so brave. "Now you will know suffering. Smolder in your stupid, pointless life child. Know that Olut Eites destroyed your home, and that you may have no one to go to... I hope that rats feast on your face."
Like a shadow, Olut's was gone. His figure trudging up a hill near the village of La'maari, already the village was filling with torches and screams of "Why? Why? Why would this happen? and all the ghoul could do was smile. Copper stench spilled off his body, drying to his flesh and clothing. What a glorious feeling. An exasperated sigh escaped his plush lips and he took a seat on the hill, looking down at the fireflies of torches. "Look all you want, flesh bags, you will never find me..."
