Embelished Vision

Shards rain down around me ringing upon the ground, displacing the silence that was assaulting me mere moments ago. Had to get out and even as the blood drips from my many wounds I lurch into motion running into the darkness, feeling it envelope me. The moon is a black spot in the sky, coating everything with its unholy illumination, and within it I can envision my succubus, sweet pale skin, smooth and flawless, lushes curved fangs jutting from under pouting lips glistening in the starlight, raven and golden hair playing in the breeze as she flexes her batlike wings. I can see her red tinted eyes glowing in the night and hear her claws clicking together. Keeping myself upwind I slink from tree to tree, circling. She stands over a fresh kill wings enfolded like a cape, blood pooling in the soil at her feet. The scene entices me, almost driving me to move closer, must resist the pull, get a feel for the situation. I sniff the air, the briny scent of blood approaches me, beneath it, the loam scent of earth permeates, lower still, the smell of my temptress drifts in, sulfuric musk, brimstone and sandlewood, ash and raw meat, sending shivers down my back like when the first drops of a cold rain hits your skin. For now I am content just to gaze on this ferocious beauty, watching as she feasts on the carcass of the beast she so eloquently took down. As the mist settles in and removes her from view the vision of her is still burned into my eyes.