Vampirism

The woman's straight hair was pushed back by a violent gust of wind, as if the wind wanted to reinforce her anger. "No, but you offended my Lord earlier, sinner!"

The Arab stopped in place when he realized that he could do nothing against their strength. "What do you demand? Wealth? Power?"

A sneering smile formed on the woman's lips. “I want you to come with me. To my lord. He's going to decide what happens to you. ”She held out her delicate hand, revealing her snow-white, pure skin.

"Where he lives? I will not go alone, 'protested the Arab when the first screams of the residents could be heard outside. He knew that she had just let go of the sandstorm and that it would now roll down everything around her. If he was to be a good ruler, he had to admit his sins.

Although the Arabs had great pride, this one made the right decision. He couldn't risk a thousand lives just for offending a god. Angry and disempowered at the same time, he slowly approached the opportunity presented to him. As he took her hand, he felt something strong and tearing pulling at his bones. He cried out in pain, a light flooded the whole room and a smile remained on the woman's lips.

"Because where there is light, there is also darkness."

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You couldn't really describe it at all. It was a mixture of internal pain and such confusion that if you gave in to that feeling, you thought you would lose your head.

When I was twelve years old, strange men came into our house, raped my mother, shot my parents and left the house in a bloodbath. They had spared me, looked me in the eye and said that I had hopefully seen everything so that the pain that remained like a gash in the heart might never go away. I wondered why these men had harbored such grudges against my family and left me with the grief. Then Grandma and Grandpa took me in, whose pain would never go away either.

When I went into psychiatric treatment, I did so until I was sixteen. I could go back to school as a normal girl, but started drinking and showing up at every party. From that point on everything had changed. When I was eighteen I dreamed something that almost tore my head to pieces. A stream of memories flooded me, made me stop thinking clearly for several days until I had sorted and understood everything. I had to spend three months in my room for this. There hasn't been a normal world since then. Since then there was only Lilit.

I've been much better now at twenty-one. I remembered who I was and what I had done then. I was also able to move in the world of Satan as his hellish spirit. My abilities were based on the element of fire, which was probably also part of me.

I felt emotionally stronger and more resilient. The memories of being a desert spirit made me more cold-hearted and unpredictable.

Even if I sometimes felt something in my chest that felt like a sting, I kept the mask of my true being on.

Just as I was making my way to my office, something was pressing against the top of my skull in the middle of the street. The pain made me hold my breath and I had to get off the road immediately. Fortunately, I was able to save myself in an alley from several pairs of eyes that were already watching me. I turned my back on them and closed my eyes when a voice rang in my head and someone told me to follow directions.

“I have a lot to talk about with you guys. I'll meet you in an old factory further east, ”said the voice, which looked very familiar. Satan .

The images disappeared in my head and the pain faded. When I came to my senses again, I noticed that it was still a few kilometers to the factory. I'd probably be late for work anyway and nothing could be more important than meeting Satan again after so many years. There were still a few questions left open.

I took my cell phone out of my jacket pocket and dialed my boss's number. When he picked up, I explained to him that I was feeling sick and that I would probably not be able to come to work today.

He confirmed it with a grim growl, but if I were to get the next devil's job right away, my current position would have to be terminated anyway.

I made my way to the factory happily. The terrain was already rusty and in places had fallen apart, but Lucifer - Satan - knew where we could talk to each other in peace. Most of the secrets are hidden in the shadows.

But who did he mean by "you"? Were there any other beings who received the same assignment? Building a team would not be a bad start, even if, as a desert spirit, I preferred to complete assignments alone.

It was relatively dark inside as the treetops outside blocked the light and the roofs reinforced the whole thing. From a distance I could see flames blazing from a barrel. Someone was trying to attract attention.

Through my mature knowledge of the aura, I already felt two presences, which, however, were still hidden. Only when I went to the fire did they show themselves.

Now I knew which team the devil had meant by "you". "Hello Tituba and Elisabeth," I greeted the two hell beings. The last time we saw each other, Satan sent us on a mission in WWI. After completing the assignment, he took our souls back to Hell.

The dark-skinned witch only had more modern clothes and a lively demeanor during this period. With her cheeky grin, she added to the sight. Her curly black hair was tied in a high braid. Elisabeth Báthory, on the other hand, stood casually and with an icy look next to her, so that the term vampirism got its true meaning. Her skin was alabaster white and the piercing light blue eyes looked like crystals in the dark. Her hair was still the same reddish-brown color from the last time. Satan seemed to have resuscitated our bodies so that our souls could have a cover.

“It seems our Lord gave us the same bodies back. I recognized you women straight away, 'Tituba cackled, giggling, and raised her finger respectfully. “Let's say, except that in this life I'll keep my human name. Times have changed in this era. "