Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Rituals pt. 17

The den was in chaos. The vipers were fleeing as streams of light broke through the dusty darkness. Around her, Missy could see the explosions of slime as the light hit the creatures, and their bodies combusted. It would have been disturbing if it didn’t feel so good.

A few vipers remained asleep, their brains unable to wake up during the daylight hours. Venom was one of them.  Others were trying to pull themselves awake, their defenses overriding their brains as they felt the hot burning of the light on their exposed flesh. Venom, though… Venom did not stir.

He slumbered as his people died around him. She didn’t know if she should be crying or laughing. Maybe a little of both? Those creatures had been human once. They had abandoned that humanity to save themselves, but could she blame them? Terror can make a person do some pretty horrible things.

Venom, though… Venom was a monster, through and through. He was pure evil made whole. He deserved everything that he had coming to him, and finally, it was coming.


It had begun. 

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