Wait, why are the walls moving?
I blink hard, rub my eyes, and try again.
I'm not alone in this swamp house.
There is something living in the walls.It's worse than I thought.I open my mouth to scream, but my lungs shrink in fear as they start to move in my direction.
Oh my god.
It's always the stupid girl who dies first in a horror movie.I should have called the cops first, but hello, I'm under mafia surveillance.I can't have anything to do with law enforcement.But maybe I should have called a priest instead.
There are three demons coming toward me.They're so tall—possibly seven feet, if not more—that I have to strain my neck to look up at them.
Constructed with nothing but muscles stacked upon one another, carved out of boulders, they are embossed with thick veins that run the course of their entire bodies, all on a canvas of roughly textured skin, branded with an array of scars and tattoos marked into their skin with fire, not ink.
Their shoulders are insanely broad and bare-chested, and their abs are just undisguised concrete slabs, more than five layers because their torsos are so huge.
Their thighs are clad in a fabric I can't name—shiny, looking like leather but also resembling scales.
Boots cover their feet in material similar to their pants, but much thicker and sturdier.My god, their feet are massive, but it's all in proportion with the rest of them.
Gulping my fear down, I raise my gaze all the way back up from their boots to their heads.Thick layers of mane flow like wild rivers around their shoulders, the flickering light catching hues of green and brown, with intricately braided strands woven in as well.
I swallow hard at the brutal symmetry of their faces.Cuts and scars mar their rough skin, amidst a long but wide-set nose.One of them has a scar across his jaw.Another has a deep, healed gash down his cheek, and the third...he actually has zero scars on his face; also, his skin is a little more moisturized.Is he the equivalent of a pretty boy demon?
At first sight, their visages are meant to scare and unsettle, yet I find myself mesmerized at the same time.I stare into their deep-set eyes that are so orange they shine like the sun, heavily shadowed by thick, rough brows, and yet long, shiny, silky-looking eyelashes peek out from their semi-hidden eyelids.They're not from around here, that's for sure.
Their angular jaws are dusted with coarse hair; their lips are full, and I'm struck with the thought that they're hiding fangs.
Okay, rationally, what am I really looking at?
Did I mention they are green?
Green.Like the walls.
Demons.
Oh my god, there are three demons in my house.
