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Delusion

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Her dreams were that of a Devil Angel, in the Paradise. She tossed and turned on the bed desperately and gasped for breath at the same. Little, did she realize that the Devil was going to plunge the knife right into her soul. Her daemon was waiting in the dark abyss of her soul claustrophobic and thirsty.

The knife came in and ripped off the muscles of her heart. Her daemon screamed from inside.  A scream that was shrill and fearful. It could have chilled the bones of the bravest men in this universe but she was fearless, her eyes glowing red and her mouth was uttering an inaudible growl.
She had resilience and also had the strength to go against all odds but her eyes fooled her. The hallucinations were that of Devil fighting against the beast she had inside, but in reality, the devil and the beast were mere mates waiting to triumph over her soul and turn her angels in and bleed her to death. In the cold winter night, yet another soul died unnoticed, from the bustling life of the city.
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