wide-spaced and feral. There was a glassy sheen to them of mad fury, and though they were heavy-lidded they seemed to bulge with emphasis.
But there was another thing about the Demon’s eyes. They were wet. Her cheeks were wet. When we’d surprised her, tears had been flowing down her cheeks.
"Who did this to you?" I dared to ask the creature.
"Your kind, fool, who do you think? Do you think that’s amusing? Do you think they were smart? They won’t be so smart when I track them down. I know their smell. If they were smart, they would have killed me…"
"We should," Caroline whispered in my ear.
I bent to her.
"Should what?"
"We should kill her!" she hissed.
Deep chuckling made us both look up. The naked woman was wagging her head slowly. "Don’t be more foolish than you are. I’ll forget that you said that. Set me free."
"You’ll kill us!" Caroline whimpered.
"I won’t, you stupid cow! I promise you…you have my word. If you set me free, I won’t harm you. Why would I? You didn’t do this to me. But I tell you…the longer you hesitate, the angrier I’ll become." Despite her wet cheeks, a terrifying smile oozed along her cheeks. "Now I know your smells."
"Let’s go, please!" Caroline pleaded, trying to pull me away. "Please!"
"I’ll get you, little hog," the Demon purred, eyes fixed on my companion.
"She can’t get away. Hurry! We need to go!"
My eyes lowered to that terrible skewer through the woman’s guts. The pain must be extraordinary. I should know; I’m an authority on extraordinary pain. Would she survive even if I freed her?
I took two uncertain steps toward her.
"That’s a good boy," she cooed huskily. It was like an obscene lullaby.
My eyes rose to her breasts, which were not much touched by the inky blood. They were full but not overly large. Oddly, the nipples and their soft aureoles were a subtle gray color. And her skin itself was white. Not pale white. Not even the white of a bloodless corpse. She was paper white, her flesh without pigment. She looked like she’d walked out of some black and white movie. Her hair, long and damp with sweat, was black as oil. Her cat-like eyes were a pale gray. And her lips were the same gray as her nipples. Those lips…they were almost a caricature of fullness. Lushly overripe, fruit too long on the vine and about to spoil. When she closed her mouth, they seemed to pucker in a mockery of a little girl pout.
My eyes strayed over her long feet, her strong thighs, her androgynously broad shoulders and muscular arms. The tendoned arch of her neck. And when I met her eyes again, I flushed with embarrassment.
"Lust is a sin," she said, her full lips spreading in a smirk.
I actually felt ashamed for objectifying a female Demon. Political correctness in Hell.
"I’m sorry," I muttered, and lowered my eyes from hers. But I drew closer to her.
"I’m going!" Caroline whined.
I looked sharply over my shoulder at her. "She swore she won’t hurt us!"
Caroline backed further and further away. "I’m going on without you!"
"I can’t leave her this way!"
"Why? Why? Look—she’s one of them!"
"Well I’m not one of them. I can’t be that way. I have to let her go."
"You wouldn’t let one of the baboons go. You want to help her because she’s beautiful!"
"No. Because she’s almost human. Look at her!"
"I’m going!"
"Even if she did hurt us, what more could she do than the next Demon will do? And the next after that?"
"I’ll put off my next beheading as long as I can! You forget, I just spent years buried on that plain back there! Years! I can’t bear to be caught again so soon!"
"Go, then. I’ll catch up with you."
"Fine! Catch up with me…if you can still walk after she rips you apart!" And with that, Caroline bolted madly into the thick of the woods, batting branches out of her way, plunging into and then lost in the dark vegetation.
Returning my attention to the impaled monster, I swallowed and said, "Do you want me
But there was another thing about the Demon’s eyes. They were wet. Her cheeks were wet. When we’d surprised her, tears had been flowing down her cheeks.
"Who did this to you?" I dared to ask the creature.
"Your kind, fool, who do you think? Do you think that’s amusing? Do you think they were smart? They won’t be so smart when I track them down. I know their smell. If they were smart, they would have killed me…"
"We should," Caroline whispered in my ear.
I bent to her.
"Should what?"
"We should kill her!" she hissed.
Deep chuckling made us both look up. The naked woman was wagging her head slowly. "Don’t be more foolish than you are. I’ll forget that you said that. Set me free."
"You’ll kill us!" Caroline whimpered.
"I won’t, you stupid cow! I promise you…you have my word. If you set me free, I won’t harm you. Why would I? You didn’t do this to me. But I tell you…the longer you hesitate, the angrier I’ll become." Despite her wet cheeks, a terrifying smile oozed along her cheeks. "Now I know your smells."
"Let’s go, please!" Caroline pleaded, trying to pull me away. "Please!"
"I’ll get you, little hog," the Demon purred, eyes fixed on my companion.
"She can’t get away. Hurry! We need to go!"
My eyes lowered to that terrible skewer through the woman’s guts. The pain must be extraordinary. I should know; I’m an authority on extraordinary pain. Would she survive even if I freed her?
I took two uncertain steps toward her.
"That’s a good boy," she cooed huskily. It was like an obscene lullaby.
My eyes rose to her breasts, which were not much touched by the inky blood. They were full but not overly large. Oddly, the nipples and their soft aureoles were a subtle gray color. And her skin itself was white. Not pale white. Not even the white of a bloodless corpse. She was paper white, her flesh without pigment. She looked like she’d walked out of some black and white movie. Her hair, long and damp with sweat, was black as oil. Her cat-like eyes were a pale gray. And her lips were the same gray as her nipples. Those lips…they were almost a caricature of fullness. Lushly overripe, fruit too long on the vine and about to spoil. When she closed her mouth, they seemed to pucker in a mockery of a little girl pout.
My eyes strayed over her long feet, her strong thighs, her androgynously broad shoulders and muscular arms. The tendoned arch of her neck. And when I met her eyes again, I flushed with embarrassment.
"Lust is a sin," she said, her full lips spreading in a smirk.
I actually felt ashamed for objectifying a female Demon. Political correctness in Hell.
"I’m sorry," I muttered, and lowered my eyes from hers. But I drew closer to her.
"I’m going!" Caroline whined.
I looked sharply over my shoulder at her. "She swore she won’t hurt us!"
Caroline backed further and further away. "I’m going on without you!"
"I can’t leave her this way!"
"Why? Why? Look—she’s one of them!"
"Well I’m not one of them. I can’t be that way. I have to let her go."
"You wouldn’t let one of the baboons go. You want to help her because she’s beautiful!"
"No. Because she’s almost human. Look at her!"
"I’m going!"
"Even if she did hurt us, what more could she do than the next Demon will do? And the next after that?"
"I’ll put off my next beheading as long as I can! You forget, I just spent years buried on that plain back there! Years! I can’t bear to be caught again so soon!"
"Go, then. I’ll catch up with you."
"Fine! Catch up with me…if you can still walk after she rips you apart!" And with that, Caroline bolted madly into the thick of the woods, batting branches out of her way, plunging into and then lost in the dark vegetation.
Returning my attention to the impaled monster, I swallowed and said, "Do you want me
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