Waking up in the middle of the night, I hear a noise from the corner and when I see her fangs protrude from her mouth, I know that it is none other than “The Soul Eater” herself. I bolt up in bed with wide eyes and struggle to free myself from the covers, that have wrapped themselves around my ankles so tightly that I can’t get out of them. When she stands up from her crouching position, I note that she is not in her human form this time, but rather in a demon form or something akin to it. Her “True” form, I am pretty sure.
Strands of spit run down her fangs and onto the floor, where the moonlight shines on it and reflects off into the dark. I hear her telltale cackle and then her hiss before she moves slowly towards me and I finally free my feet. Quickly reaching for my knife in i
