Iniquitous
Iniquitous

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Iniquitous Part Eight

As she entered the room, the sight that befell her made her drop the poker in shock. The clanging of the metal as it bounced onto the ground echoed down the corridor and throughout the room. Her hands flew up to her mouth as a scream escaped her lips.

A tremendous humanoid beast stood on all floors, ripping Abigail to shreds. A black-colored substance oozed from her body, puddling underneath her. The black liquid splattered as the Demon pounced on the body, again and again.

Leonora’s hands flew behind her, trying to shield the children’s eyes. She was too late. Agnes and Matilda stepped out from behind her, taking in the scene that was playing out in front of them.

Agnes’ eyes grew wide as she saw the creature, the same creature that killed her parents, just as Lucy had described. She grasped Leonora’s arm, squeezing it tight as her other hand reached up to a point. Leonora looked down at the girl.

“Lucy,” Agnes said, her eyes fixed on the beast in front of them.

“Your sister? Where is she?” Leonora’s eyes darted around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of the 5-year-old little girl.

“Lucy isn’t our sister, Miss. That is Lucy,” Matilda said, her eyes glazed over, caught up in a Demonic spell. She looked up at Leonora her mouth twisted into a sickening grin.

The beast turned, its eyes locked on Leonora. It gave out a guttural howl of laughter as it licked oil off its claws.

“In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,” Leonora said as she crossed herself. She began to recite the “Lord’s Prayer”, pushing Agnes and Matilda behind her. She couldn’t take her eyes off the creature in front of her; try as she may.

Her arms flew up to cover her face as the Demon sprang at her. She tried to scream, but no sound came.

Her prayer had gone unanswered.

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Thank you for reading! Creative and helpful criticism is always welcome! See any typos in this first draft? Let me know!

Inara Reynolds is a freelance writer, poet, author of short stories and creator of a few fantasy worlds. She has written character classes for various role playing games, as well as modules.

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