Any creatures that materialize in the world through which we dwell are created by the Tulip effect. When the emotions are strong enough, they can for a body, even flesh. In this world after centuries of human belief and countless wars religious beliefs soon gave way to a new brood of monsters. Now, they walk among us; flesh and blood creatures that do carry out their instincts to their young that we supplied them with our own fear,
Then again, for all creatures that come from man and their fickle minds, their shall always be a generation X…
Greed, Envy, Sloth, Lust, Pride, Wrath, and Rage; those were their names. The seven deadly demons; incubi, succumb, devils, whatever you want to call them. If I had my way, I'd use different was of indentifying them. Dog, Wolf, Serpent, Panther, Lizard, and Dragon. They seem to act more like animals, not demons. They eat anything, truth be told, but not like they crave blood and destruction, just enough food. That's all, but theirs still one left that none have seen.
My name is …. but people call me Sho. I feed the 'Seven Deadly Sins' exhibit. Don't come here thought! This place has a lot of creatures running around at night. But the people here, zookeepers and trappers, haven't caught any of thee monsters here. They found them. The Seven were all captured by accident. Got into a dog fight and crashed through the cages their already in and covered the holes. They're all over twice as big as humans though.
Right now, I'm in the tunnels under the zoo, nearly dark, the reeking carcass that almost all the creatures like is burning to my eyes. The only sounds are the squeaking of the cold wagon I carry the meat in, and my grunts. In the tunnels is a creature that goes by the name Temptress. She's really not, but who knows, she's always chained to the ground. She can stand, but not by much. It's so dark down here, save the glowing moss.
All she does when anyone comes near is glare. I would be lying if I said she was harmless. A man snuck up on her one night, all she left was his skin. Anyone who touches her, she'd lash out with her sharp, leathery wings that cleave stones, or that tail, faster than light. She's aggressive, tired, and doesn't want anything alive near her. Why am I still here though?
She just holds my hand in her mouth, licks at it, and looks at me. I hold my head down every time, like right now. We stay like that for a whole minute, her jaw slakes, and I pull it out, weary of those fangs. She's done eating now, half an elephant that died today, but keeps me here for a while longer. I feel that tail wrap around my waist and the same whimper as everyday. The chains and shackles clanking together like a railroad over it's tracks.
Her arms soon come after that, muscles hidden by soft yet durable skin. I know she's a girl by the curves on her chest and the soft cheek on mine. The warmth of her body heats up mine as another wet thing runs down my neck. I stay with her till the sounds of air rustling through my hair starts. Soon, the caretaker finds us in the wee hours of day, my time to sleep, and help me out.
They're all sad. Why not? Everyone's sad here, until the Riders of Dark Fang's Minions come…we're stuck.