Corrupt Dealings with the Devil

Walking down the dark and deserted halls, you see something scamper in front of you. Furrowing your brows, you put your hands in your pockets and follow the unknown thing. Suddenly, it vanishes! Heart pounding like a bass drum, you stop. Breathing a little faster you shiver. A cold chill caresses your neck. A doorway is off to your immediate left. The Devil's side.
With a shrug, you figure its just some dark creepy house that your friends dared you to go into...on Halloween night. And with mice, you think. Placing a hand upon the knob, you turn it slowly. As you ease the door open, it creaks eerily. Flinching, you enter the room. The echoes of your footsteps fade into the seemingly endless dark of the room. You walk a ways into the room and then turn to look behind yourself.
A demonic being with sinister, glowing red eyes and a human-like body stands in the doorway. Scales that glisten through their own emanated light cover it's body. Sex cannot be distinguished through the strange contortions of this monstrosity. A pair of shimmery black, membranous wings arc precariously from its broad shoulders.
With a scream of sheer terror, you turn and begin to run further into the ominous room. As you're running, the room turns into a blazing Hell. Screams of anguish rip through your mind. Dead bodies of children litter the ground where you're running. Their long dead eyes drip blood. Mangled limbs lay limp against their small bodies.
Looking behind yourself, you see the demon chasing after you. Screams that cannot be imitated escaped its claw-filled mouth and seem to enter your mind like unwanted nails being driven deep. Not paying attention to where you had been running, you trip forward and land on your stomach.
A cry of surprise and pain is emitted from your mouth. Lying there, you wait for the worst to happen. With a strange suddenness, the children begin to move and drag their mangled and tormented bodies towards you. Sick cracks and groans come with their movement. Revolting sounds like bones being snapped and bodies being ripped apart plague your mind. The children are near you now. Touching you.
Their clammy and bony hands claw at you. The demon thing stands overhead. Turning over, you scamper back away from it. Eyes wide in fear and hysteria, you watch the children crawl over your legs and dig their claw-like hands into legs, slicing through your jeans and into the soft flesh underneath.
With a scream you sit up drenched in a cold sweat. "That was the freakiest dream..." you say aloud and to no one in particular, as you are alone. Or so you thought as your eyes wander to the doorway. "No..." you mutter as your eyes trail up the horrid body of the demon. A smirk flourishes over its lips like a long lost friend. Evil laughter fills the room...



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