The dead witch
I am Bexley: The Bloodletter’s Scourge. A Super-villian introduces themselves
Once, I was an respected alchemist. Now, I’m a curse on an undead wretch.
“I’m possess… posses… posssed!” The stupid Bloodletter screams but it comes out like a hacking cough, throaty and sore.
I swallow his entire sound. “Leave me alone, forever,” I sneer out of his mouth, a cruel mumble the smaller Bloodletter definitely hears.
Indigo frowns, holding the gold I made when I was alive. I know I put a good little curse on that gold, it’s good that wench has it.
Suddenly, he slams his fists on the rock wall with such a powerful swing, I feel even my own formless being sense the blow.
“What the fuck is going on?”
They both look toward the loud intrusion. It’s a human male.
Indigo signs, “Emory is freaking out.”
“It’s … not my voice!” Emory signs with a ferocity.
Indigo gives him a small look of pity.
The human looks bewildered.
Suddenly, Emory falls.
I fall too.
I step into the fire once again. I will get my revenge, even if I have to die over and over.
My ancestors once were able to follow a human, to haunt their brain and eat them from the inside out. My descendants from Africa knew the power of their blood, of the rich seeds of raw cocoa beans, and our deep roots of magick and science.
I love eating someone from the inside out. I’m good at it. Making their already scrambled brains wither away and crumble gives me strength. I feed off their pain, their energy, their emotions.
The grave I stand in is halfway through the barrier of fear and freedom, in the sea of endless flame.
I will have my revenge.
He slips into pitch black darkness. I step into the most ethereal space of endless light.
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Such is a villain, creepy and chilling, enjoyable in a macabre sort of way. Well written Mel.
What a concept. Rating someone from the inside out is horror indeed. I loved this line: "The grave I stand in is halfway through the barrier of fear and freedom, in the sea of endless flame."
Oooo, eating someone from inside out seems sooo nice! Hehehehehehehehe. Loved your story so much!
I love the way you have written this story. It's chilling and imaginative, sending shivers right down my spine. Great writing!
This is wild, and creepy. Well done, my friend.