Sweet Revenge

Soumya painted on the bed.

The thousandth time her canvas, red,

Exploded in the splotchy scene-

A dying man bereft a spleen.

Eternity, her lot it seemed,

Ascended past the life she dreamed

And when a knife drew drops of blood,

The echoes washed her as a flood-

Soumya, now a hell spawned leech

Embracing powers in her reach,

Decided prisons of the mind

Elicited her only bind.

A succubus now summed the length

Of who she was; her inner strength

For tasty vengeance had a price-

A serial in murder's vice,

And when the Lord of Hell took note,

It's wasn't long before the tote

And totem of her fancied style

Became his glowing, wicked smile.

"Soumya," Lucifer would say,

"Now run along! Those boys you slay

Are quite delightful in my fold.

Your methods, well, are bloody gold!"

And who was she to turn this down?

Revenge, avenge, it was her crown!

"The devil's due," she often said

And bottled blood; she loved to shred

The entrails of some hapless fool,

And sometimes she would even drool.

Enamored with a life of lust

At times could be a bumming bust,

A demon hidden underneath

The outward flesh; her garland wreath

For luring mortals in the trap

Until fatigued, they took a nap.

Unmitigated horror's cape

Surrounded as she bore the shape

Of who she was inside the skin.

She knew the devil wore a grin

For Lucifer, above them all,

Expected death to be a ball.

The wanton wreckage she would leave

Suppressed the notion some would grieve.

Or maybe not; most been were gags-

Cremated ash; assorted bags

Atop her head, a sweet disguise.

No graves to mourn their hollow eyes.

The lipstick shades around her mouth

Bespoke of somewhere deeper south.

This time, however, feeling guilt,

She wore it like her mother's quilt-

The one she used to use at night

Before her rape and loss of sight-

The way a mortal values life.

The only thing she loved- her knife-

Invited freedom from the pain.

Unfortunate, for Hell's domain

Explicitly endured the plot-

A torture field; a lake so hot

The demons even felt it's heat.

No, there was nothing safe or sweet

And as Soumya entered through

The gates, she longed for life's renew.

Surprised, she found a rose of black.

Accepting it, she saw a stack

Of petals urging her to move.

The sadness losing in a groove

Rekindled something she forgot-

The pang of joy; the tummy knot.

And as she went into a flame,

Her parting lips released a name:

"So, Lucifer, what have you done?"

The devil smirked, "Let's have some fun!"

Soumya, startled, took a chance-

Enveloped in his horned romance.

However, what he didn't know-

The succubus had seeds to grow

And as she used a special blade,

She stole his life; his body flayed.

"Now who's the Lord of Hell, you pig!

It's just another grave to dig.

No biggie; nah, I'll toss you in

And gorge myself on every sin.

You see, those men who took my youth

Devised their plans from you; my proof

A simple visit to the lake-

A soul in torment, no mistake,

Becomes an open book, you see.

So all of Hell belongs to me."

And as she sucked him, munching bone,

She sat atop his gleaming throne.