Demon

I woke up alone.

The forest is luscious but bleak. Its' rich green colour has faded. The sun is shining an unholy black turning the sky dark. The grass sways to ashes and back, with a faint blue hue. The trees are contorted, corrupted by the same hue, as if anybody and everybody were buried alive in the trees.

I walk alone.

The hue watches me, and the unease is ceaseless to the point of pain. I need to know what happened to everyone, why am I here, where does this end. The forest is endless and beautifully dark. In the distance I see an abomination. Its' horns protruding from the abysmal skull, wings sprouting from its' disturbing back. I'm afraid, I feel my heart in beating in the cage, ready to spring away into death.

And it slowly turns to me.

The nightfall came, painting the sky red. It struts to me, slowly but surely. I cannot move, can barely breathe.

It looks at me, and embraces me.

It lays me down, closes my eyes shut.

I didn't get to see the next day, I woke up.