Prologue
Legend has it that in the eastern hemisphere of Middle Earth, there are demons both beautiful and deadly like a poisonous flowers. She moves swiftly and cunningly right under the noses of men just so that they're intoxicating scent lures the lust of out their victims. With the milky and soft skin of her fingertips, she traps men between her long claw-like nails.
Perhaps she will kiss him or even allow him to touch her intimately. She might even permit him to remove her clothes and take her as he pleases. If she is truly merciful, she might even let the man see that his lust is fulfilled.
It does not matter after all. For the last thing the man will see is red. Red of the blood that stained their red lips and the even bloodier red eyes.