She knew they would come for her. Locked up inside, she dare not go outside. This Earth was not the place for her, she did not belong. She awaited the destructors of Earth. A winged whore, waiting to destroy all life for the benefit of Evil.
Trapping souls in purgatory, brutal murders, a fate of fiery torment and everlasting pain and sorrow. Those who were chosen, long before this Earth began, would live on in the Underworld through their deaths. Death was coming for them all, she had no doubts. None at all. One morning, the sun did not rise. The sky remained pitch black, no moon, no stars. The color of the sky began to shift to a bloodcurdling red. The reaper came door-to-door to deliver the message that death was coming for their pitiful meaningless souls. She was one of the chosen. The mark she bore, was the sign. She had a brand mark on her, it looked somewhat tribal, but she had looked it up in ancient tomes and found she was of the chosen. In English, it means,”Forsaken One.” When this day came, the winged one would be able to recite a verse and unleash the wrath of Hell upon earth through a rift in the sky. The demons flew out of the sky, destroying houses and buildings. Wrecking everything in sight. People ran about aimlessly but were tracked down and the demons swept down to deliver grisly, slow, painful deaths. The bloodshed was immense. It was a war greater than any known to man. But I should call it a massacre. The Massacre of the Living Dead. Not living dead as in zombies, but living people who were already dead, they just didn’t know it. The winged whore plunged from the rift to see that all was done as she ordered. Pleased she was, indeed. She was greeted by one of the head demons, Asmodeus, he brought about 666 humans all in chains to her. These were the chosen. She must kill them, in a specific way, so they may live on in the Underworld. They gazed upon her. Her skin was pure white, her hair jet black with touches of a fiery red, lips black and swollen, the horns protruding from her head tipped in blood. She checked each one for their marks, and then she went straight through them with her pointed horns. After this was through, she declared she was hungry. She rummaged among the millions of corpses, she feasted upon the flesh of the dead ravenously. Some of the bodies she stored in her lair, waiting for them to forment so she could eat the rotten decayed corpses and drink the fluids inside. You may ask, who is she? The spawn of Satan? No, she is nothing more but a corrupted soul. At one time she was a woman. The Evils of this world can drive one insane. Love, hate, pain, suffering, all the things that as humans we can feel. She was beautiful and so sweet, delicate. Satan chose her himself, because she was perfect in every way. He taught her his ways, he drove out the evil that was within her, she then became full of the purest evil. The earth is no more, it has been overtaken by the Evil that lays dormant within us all.