Baddie Mothy had awful dreams last night, but Midnight Fang's dreams weren't any better. At all...
She dreamed of the night on that fated day all demons feared every year. The Extermination Day which occurred a week after she first arrived down in hell, she hid in the corpse of a jerk who tried to touch her body and covered herself in blood and gunk. She stuck her tongue out, lied in the corpse and played dead as she heard dozens of screams of pure terror and fear as the angels came down from the heavens to exteriminate their kind.
She heard an electric guitar that made demons melt and their flesh came off their body in sheets with bits of blood and bone flying like missles in the misery enriched air, the scent of corpse and blood filling the air as demons writhed and screamed in pain and agony as spears stabbed them non stop, erasing them from their miserable existences for good. You could run but you couldn't hide they'd find you anyway!
And would they find you! Any demons that tried to hide were hunted down like prey animals and their hides and pelts after a good holy cleansing were kept as trophies by the angels. Is this how she was gonna die, as just a number in a kill count or as a trophy to laugh about?
As she tried to hold her breath in pure terror, a squad of angels approached the alleyway she was hiding in in that quickly rotting smelly corpse, she couldn't even cry in terror as she was frozen solid in fear.
But suddenly, when she thought it couldn't get any worse, she heard a familar voice, a female pink werewolf friend of hers named Roxie that was searching for her. Roxie trembled "I'm so sorry Midnight I couldn't find you! I'm so sorry! Please I deserve to die for letting you get lost like this!" as a pack of vicious angels descended onto her, she screamed and cried in horror and pain as they were enjoying the experience of ripping her apart and decapitating her, the angels being caked in blood, organs and bits of bone.
Midnight Fang thought she was next and prayed to Satan that they would make it quick but all of a sudden the angels returned back to heaven, the day already over and she would have to get back to whatever she was doing.
She wept by herself, and didn't even have a corpse of her friend to cradle or morne, just piles of organs and blood that used to be her. The angels were that cruel.
She woke up and wept a few tears. She would need a drink after this.