Apocolyptic Desire

by ElektraCryptid

Cryptids. Monsters. Something that isn't supposed to be real. But they are. Breton, a savage alien, along with his brother and his people, want Earth's resources. But some monsters won't let their habitats to without a fight. They don't care about the human race, how selfish of them. Follow the Jersey Devil, Mothman, and many others as they fight for their selfish desires.

"You don't truly believe this is the right planet, do you? Look at those ants. They're disgusting," commented an other-worldly voice from within a ship high above the only planet able to sustain life — or so we, as humans, think —, Earth. A sigh escapes the leader's unseen mouth.

"I agree," said the leader, "but we need the materials on this planet. Anyways, get ready to invade, those humans will put up quite a fight," he grimaced. The other alien humanoid in the room nods. With a flip of his gray, three-fingered hand, the leader, Breton, dismissed his brother, Jeezul.

The moonlight shone down brightly over one of New Jersey's smallest neighborhoods. The trees rustled softly, and the only sound to be heard was an owl, and some crickets hopping around and about. A winged figure flew across the houses, causing the windows to shake violently. The beast flew high into the air, before belting down towards the woodland area he called home. Blood oozing from his claws and mouth, the Jersey Devil reveled at how good of a deer that was. He praised himself for such a good hunt. He landed upon the ground, causing the fallen leaves to crunch and stir, the violent wind his bat-like wings had made causing the branches around him to shake wildly.

"I hate fall time," stated the cryptid. "It gets cold out." He had fur, yes, but he still loathed the cold. Sighing, he flew into the trees, hopping onto a large branch high above the ground. He lay down, his forked tail swaying lazily as he overlooked the treetops of his home, the Pine Barrens. Stars sparkled brightly overhead, and the winged beast let out a sigh of relief at finally resting. He had just gotten back from not only a good yet long hunt, but he had just flown across to New York City to terrorize the two-legs there. Yeah, his home was a good place to scare, but a huge game had just happened so most people were drunk and they hardly noticed him. The only good scare he got was when he accidentally — keyword: accidentally — terrified a small two-leg cub in the forest yesterday. He didn't scare cubs. He was basically a monster, but he didn't really mind scaring a two-leg cub. They were too easy. He rolled his eyes at his thoughts.

The Jersey Devil closed his eyes, his breathing slowing. He wrapped his wings over his lithe body and promptly fell asleep, his tail still swaying lazily off the branch.