World of Demons

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Her head was pounding so heavily, there was this fuzzy feeling she was getting, it was like she had double consciousness fighting for the possession of her body, her eyeballs rolled in and out of her head, she wanted it all to stop but at the same time she wanted to see it out to the end. This time it was different, it was--stronger, unconventional and idiosyncratic , she was loosing her will and power to fight it back, she knew it comes back harder whenever she fights it, this is not the first--second--third time but this time...

"Grandmaaa!" she cried in agony

"What have you done to me! Help me! It won't stop, it never stops!!! "

"I don't want to do this anymore! Why can't I be normal"

In an instance the tense atmosphere seized, she became quiet, no stuggling, she had released her grip from her head, it was quiet around her-- it was dead quiet, no whispers, no voices. No...there were voices, lots of them infact, she's in a place she never wished to be at. She was where her grandmother called "The Lost World". They are cheering her on, these abominable creatures are all cheering her on. She glanced down at the table before her, a tear rolled down her eyes, it was an unconscious young boy laying almost lifeless on the table. It was Michael.

Yes, they were cheering her on still...now she knows why. This creatures want her to kill the boy. Savages!

She was putting on a shinigami's attire(deathgod) but with the popular hook sword by the side of the table, she looked around her catching glimpse of the different  creatures around her, they were so many of them.

She could see the Adze; the vampire that transforms into a firefly biting and killing people in their sleep.

The Penannganan; a detached female head that flies through the night, organs dangling looking for blood and reattaching during the day.

The Menananngal; a self segmenting blood sucker that sprouts wings like a bat that flies through the night looking for children to feed on.

Jinkinniki; A spirit cursed to devour human corpse for leading a greedy life.

Dullahan; a headless horse rider that uses human spine as a whip.

A Ghoul; a shape shifting monster that takes form of the corpse it has recently eaten.

Black Annis; Pale blue witches with iron talons that have a taste for humans especially children.

Devor Demon;  an alien looking creature with fore and hindlegs and glowing green eyes.

This were the few creatures she could catch glimpse of that the moment. She knew alot about them, her grandmother has been teaching her about these creatures. But she never believed she would get to ever see them. She was still as still as a log of wood, she didn't appear scared a single bit, infact she had a killer gaze in her eyes, she was already possessed but with shreds of her consciouness crossing in once in a while.

She looked back down at the handsome young man that was soon about to become a corpse. There were different torture weapons laying on the table with Michael, but she wasn't going to do it the way they wanted, she was going to make it quick. She picked up a sharp dagger, raised it to the air and....