On a ghost-silent night originated up north is a verdant sanctuary home for various races and known for its illusive sceneries. Then as the lesser celestial light of the moon elucidates the dullness of the Emerald forest, the ocean of tree began to frolic to the melody of soothing silence and the viridescent grass wafts like tranquil waves of the cerulean seas.
Then as the night continues it cycle, within the silence, deep within the woods lies an isolated cabin resided by a wood cutter's widow named Lily and her young daughter Amy.
"Mother? Do you perhaps think that father will return home soon?" inquired the child as she sits besides the window staring at her mother's reflection.
"I can't promise sweetie, but I'm sure your father will come home soon." replied by Lily while wearing a smile on her visage, a white lie that must be told since Amy's father was long gone from an accident that occurred years ago.
"When is soon? How come father always come home only when I'm asleep and leaves me a gift first thing in the morning before departing? Does father not wish to play with Amy anymore?" Amy innocently asked her mother but Lily appears to dodge the question as she is still young to understand.
" It's past your bedtime sweetie, let's discuss this some other day, okay?" and so Amy gone to bed hiding her disappointment while Lily made sure there was enough firewood in the fireplace to keep them warm for the night.
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As the night reach its depth. An ominous sign prompted the extensive period of tranquility was about to end. The ground began to quiver, skies went dark, and suddenly billows of dull raging clouds instantly covered the entirety of the forest. The winds began to whistle, and leaves rustles as the violent squall shakes the frolicking trees.
"The storm has arrived."
Rain descended immensely and collision of raindrops upon contact with the ground left a nostalgic petrichor smell. Then amidst the rain appearing like drops of thousand needles falling from the sky, a rift had resurfaced from the ground and within was a creature desperate to escape from the chains pulling it from underneath.
It had a firm hand unto the grimy soil, desperate and struggling under the storm it finally broke free from the chain but it was too dark to identify what climb out, however as lightning abruptly flashes within the darkness of the forest.
"It unveiled a monster from the shroud of darkness, a Soul eater wearing a plain grey cloak, has a pale grey complexion, seven foot tall and its eyes were pitch-dark and hollow like a bottomless abyss."
"Free at last!! now time to find the key." exclaimed the Soul eater as it experiences epiphany however, within the corner of its dark hollow eyes it caught a glimpse of a light while being drenched upon the heavy downpour.
"Look what we have here, ke ke ke ke." with a sinister smile, it sauntered towards the light source emanating within the forest. The closer it gets, the brighter it radiates and as it finally arrived at the heart of the source; it appears to be a light coming from a fireplace of an isolated cabin.
Meanwhile, inside the cabin, startled and clueless of what lingers outside their premises, someone knocked on Lily and Amy's door.
" Amy, be a good girl and come over here would you please." cautiously said Lily since no one should be around, especially around that storm and time.
" Oh dear! oh dear! It must be father! oh dear! " cheerfully said Amy while running towards the door despite her mother's warning to stay away.
And so, she opened the door but to her disappointment nothing was there but a rabbit on their porch so she returned inside leaving the door slightly ajar.
On the other hand, her mother was anxious so she confirms for herself that no one was outside but as soon as she reached the slightly ajar door, lightning flashes and through the gap unveils a terrifying smile that left her petrified.
" You look scrumptious my dear~" claimed the Soul eater as it demolished the door with its razor-sharp claws and ecstatically grab hold of Lily's neck, lifting her body above the ground.
" let go of my mother you monster!! " exclaimed Amy despite frightened and holding back her tears but seeing her despairing faces; the Soul eater became more delighted.
" No need to rush, you'll get your turn in a moment child~" said the Soul eater while Lily struggles and pleading to let her daughter go which excites the Soul eater even more.
" Let's have a game then~ I'll give your child a minute to run, but if I find her you know what happens next ke ke ke. And so, Lily told her daughter to run away while pretending to be okay despite her position.
" B-b-u-t ? wh-at ab-out you mommy?" asked by the stuttering child while her mother responded that she will find Amy soon so she should go hide for her mother's sake.
" Don't be afraid sweetie, mommy will come find you, okay? now go run."
And so, the child understood that her mother was lying and still ran outside despite the storm but as soon as she got away; ecstatically the Soul eater devoured Lily's helpless as it consumes her soul.
However, it wasn't satisfied with just the soul so limb by limb it tore down the soulless body and ate everything down to the last drop of blood. Disturbingly, it laughed ominously as it feasted upon the corpse and was ecstatic about the idea of having to hunt after a delectable meal. Something it hasn't done after centuries of confinement in a fiery hell.
" How long has it been since I felt so alive!! apologies lord Beelzebub, looks like the key has to wait as I would like to enjoy myself more." yelled the excited monster while storm appears to agree as it let outs a final violent squall and raging thunders.
Satisfied and done after a momentary euphoria, a ghastly smile formed upon the corner of its face and after a brief moment of silence, the storm subsided and the monster exclaimed:
" Let the hunt begin~ "
(Lightning flashes)
End of Chapter
Disclaimer:
The Allegory of Transcendence - is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story is fiction.