Demon Beneath the Skin

Angels fell from the sky and demons climbed their way out of hell. Humans discovered that the gods have all disappeared. Abandoned and helpless, they watched as evil swept across their land.



Desperate, the humans ran to the angels and asked why they would not help them. Unable to influence the human world, the angels found a loop hole, and bestowed blessings upon them, giving them a fighting chance. As stronger demons gained higher consciousness, some fled and regrouped. An entire continent was decimated and demons populated the land.



A thousand years this war has raged and still it continues.



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“Well, aren't you a wonder.”



Rancid’s blood runs cold at the guttural voice. The demon stares back at him, licking its sharp canines. “You can talk?” Rancid whispers, his heart stuttering in his chest. Demons aren't supposed to talk.



The beast laughs, “Why wouldn't I be able to? I've been looking for a useful body, and I've been watching you. That dumb hunter ripped into you're shoulder, and even through the pain you were still about to kill him. How very strong willed you are indeed.”



“Wh-what?”



“You don't mind if I borrow your body, do you?”



The beast begins to shift, plumes of green smoke hisses from it, and then the demon sinks into Rancid's body, disappearing.