The Pray

Prey
By, your favorite Leggy, post on my wall if you like it! took a couple ours

A dark whirlwind on a moonless night centuries ago blew deep inside his soul and the foul womb of evil burst forth with a creature so morbid it was pure maleficence. His name, Avi'el. He could remember that thing he called mother had the blackest eyes with silver pupils so sharp they could lobotomize.
Immediately, Avi'el had a cavernous appetite that feasted on human souls ripping them away from their protective shell, young turtles, upside down on the beach, baking, waiting to be devoured. How many have there been? Who cares? Each soul, its own stories, own tastes, own satisfaction.
How long had it been since he dined? Too long. He was so hungry he could devour and old soul full of history, fat with experience. So thought Avi'el as he flowed down the narrow street, winding, touching life here and there. Who could he find? When there, right in front of him was and old woman, plump with wisdom, her soul a memoir filled to bursting. She would satisfy. Easy pickings. Walking so slow, legs barely able to carry life. Step by step, plodding. So easy to separate soul from body and so satisfying.
A wolf stalking the herd of sheep. Patience, the weak always make it easy. He could see her life rhythm, back, forth, her shabby black dress rocked, tic, toc, back and forth to the beat of her gait. Her shawl, a black shroud. surely it must know the fate that lied ahead. A king's feast for him tonight. Tapping ever so softly on the old woman's shoulder, "Excuse me, ma'am. Do you think you could help me out?"
Not startled at all the fleshy soul turned, head down from the weight of time. "How can I help you, son?"
She sounded so nice, so pleasant, a fetus in a warm womb. Such a shame to end it all for her. "Do you think you could accept my hand? So that I may help you find your way home?" He lowered his head just like a dog submitting to its master. He wanted to see her eyes so he could suck the soul right from them. But as he stooped the old woman nodded her head and the black shawl fell lower still hiding that which he sought.
"Why of course," a voice so agreeable. She extended her arm and looked up. Ahh, here it comes. A soul to take. With the other hand the old woman brushed back the shroud and Azi'el saw the blackest eyes with silver pupils, a sword that thrust right through him. The old woman breathed so deeply that he could see his very soul being sucked right from him. Back to his inception and the circle of evil became complete. How so very tasty was the soul of Azi'el, so satisfying that it would be a very long time before the old lioness would dine again.

 

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