The Temptress: Tempting the Devil’s son

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXTREME GORY SCENES.

~~~Nineteen years later~~~

The crackling sound of fire became music to the ears as the dying branches and twigs breathed their last before tumbling into the glowing embers.

Large number of sparks from the blazing bonfire were been blown away by rustling wind.

Twelve young adults sat around the fire as they listened to tales of the mysterious faceless beast.

“In a lonely and dreaded forest, there lived a beast who took the shape of a man. Only one person ever lived to tell the tales of this dreaded beast. It was said to have red glowing eyes, sharp claws, two devilish horns on it’s head. It was faceless and it could snap a person’s neck without touching it, it could rip a person’s heart out with it’s claws and rip a person into shreds in seconds…”

“Okay, that’s enough John!” Amelia snapped, fear flickering in her brown orbs. She didn’t want to hear anymore of the frightening story.

“Don’t tell me you’re all scared. It’s a myth, I made it up!” John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends.

“Ha ha ha, scared? I’ve never been scared of anything in my life!” Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground.

“Scary stories don’t scare me. I’m gonna pee!” He uttered still grinning.

“Don’t wander far into the woods, you never know who you’ll meet.” John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

“Yeah, right, I’m gonna get eaten by a werewolf!” Rocky gushed with sarcasm and headed into the thick woods without looking back. As he sauntered deep into the woods, the sound of cracking undergrowth followed with each stride he took.

Once he was a safe distance away, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis and relieved his aching bladder.

From the shadows red orbs, gazed at him with malicious intent. Completely unaware of this, he pulled his zipper back up and made to head back to camp but when he held the creaking tree trunks and the rustling of leaves from behind him, he halted his steps.

“Who’s there?” He questioned with caution, pointing the his torch to where the sound emanated from. From the bright light of the torch, he could see the shadow of a man behind the dark tree trunks but in the glimpse of an eye, it was gone.

He cleaned his eyes and muttered to himself in disbelief, “I must be loosing my mind!”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He hastened down the long and lonely path, apprehension crawling on his skin. He wanted to be far away from this place as fast as he could. Back in the shadows, branches thrashed and snapped as the sound of heavy footsteps followed.

Rocky dove behind a wide cedar trunk just off the trail. Heart slamming against his ribs, he gulped at the air, trying to slow his breathing enough to hear.

He could hear the sound of footsteps stop right beside the trunk and at that terrifying moment, he felt his heart stop beating.

He pressed his face against the bark, the ridges biting into his skin, and tried to become one with the tree.

His hands began to shake in agitation and it became even harder to breathe. Had he known, he wouldn’t have wandered too far into the woods like John said.

The footsteps began to retreat and soon, he heard it no more. He heaved a huge sigh of relief, his palm were glued to his chest as he tried to calm his throbbing heart.

He slid out of his hiding place, proceeding down the road. A foreboding feeling still crawed on his skin as he ran.

A loud thump was heard from behind him and it felt like a bowl of cold water had been poured on him, as he remained frozen on his stand, too scared to even take a step.

A rush of adrenaline suddenly pumped through his veins and he took to his heels without looking back. He was only a distance away when he felt a sudden choking sensation. He gripped his neck, struggling to loosen the invisible grip on his neck that just wouldn’t let go.

In the twinkle of an eye, a manly figure appeared before him. His eyes were ruby red and they glowed like a raging fire that sought to destroy. His face was covered with a hideous black mask and you could only see his deadly eyes. Was this the faceless ghost John talked about?

Rocky began coughing loudly and he begged the man to spare his life with a croaked voice, “Please don’t kill me!”

All his pleas were useless as the man launched his sharp claws into his chest and ripped out his heart with great delight in those red orbs. Blood spurted out of his chest and splashed on the man’s body.

Rocky slumped to the wet earth as he struggled to breath but it was just an impossible thing to do. The figure gazed at him as he watched him breathe his last.

*****

Underneath the full moon, a silver Toyota camry bounced vigorously, grunts and moans echoed from the car into the nights of the forest.

Amelia climbed off John’s lap her sweaty and plump melons bouncing as she plopped down on the passenger’s seat, exhausted.

John bit his lips as he stared at those ripe melons. He felt his cock harden at their magnificent sight.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” She confessed, her breathing still rapid from their vigorous activity.

With a lop sided grin, he answered, “You say that all the time.”

“That’s because I can’t get enough of you, baby!” She pecked his lips.

“How about a second round?” He questioned with a sly smirk, his eyes still ogling at her round melons.

“Sure, but this time, I’m in charge!” Giggling, she climbed unto his toned laps.

“Your wish is my command, your highness!”

…

In the moon lit car, John inhaled deeply on the cigarette stick, he then exhaled the smoke through his mouth and nostrils.

Amelia who seemed to be pretty much asleep, stirred up a little, her expression was of displeasure as she spoke, “I thought you quite smoking since highschool!”

He turned to stare at her and mumbled, “I did but you know old habits die hard.”

“Remember how you lost your left lung to smoking. There would be no one to give you a lung if you damage the only one you have left,” she hollered, got out of the car and slammed the door with as much force that matched her anger.

He ran out of the car and chased after her. When caught up wth her, he gripped her wrist and pull her to himself, he then apologized, “I’m sorry baby. I promise I would never smoke again!”

She scowled, her eyebrows tightening in displeasure, “Really I don’t care. If you die, I would just find another boyfriend!”

With a look of mischief on his face, he replied, “Really? I highly doubt that. You just said minutes ago that couldn’t get enough of me.”

“I only said that to make you feel better!” She broke his grip on her wrist and headed into the forest.

“Babe, I’m sorry,” He mumbled and followed her behind. Thirty seconds later, they both arrived the camp but what they saw, made their eyes pop out in fright. Rivulets of sweat dripped down their horrified faces as they stared at the massacred bodies of their friends.

They either had their heart ripped out or an organ missing or their entire body was ripped apart into shreds. One even had his head ripped off. The gruesome sight made her retch.

“Who did this?” John finally spoke still in drowning in his reverie. He just couldn’t believe his eyes.

“John, look!” In the shadow red orbs peered at them like a beast sought it’s prey. With the speed of light, the figure dashed towards them, it’s intention to was to kill!

****

In a finely decorated room, a man of repute and charm was seated on a peach couch. He looked very handsome in his black Italian suit. His eyes were as blue as the sky and his eye brows were straight, thick and neatly carved.

His triangular shaped face accentuated his angular features, his jawline, prominent and chiseled. His pink lips were heart shaped and his smile, as soft and kind as summers rain.

His long, delicate nose matched his refined sensibilities. His brown curly hair looked messy, and he had light stubbles on his chin that added to his masculinity and sexiness. He was ideed an epitome of beauty and graciousness. He was every woman’s dream and every man’s nightmare.

He took a sip from his coffee and placed the tea cup back on the table. His eyes remained glued to the television as he listened to the morning news.

A story came popping up on the screen that made curl his lips wickedly.

TEN NYU UNDERGRADUATES WERE FOUND DEAD IN THE WOODS AND THEIR BODIES MASSACRED BY AN UNKNOWN CREATURE. THE TWO SURVIVALS OF THIS GRUESOME MURDER NARRATE THEIR ORDEAL…

“Seems like you had a lot of fun last night,” Grimacing slightly, Madison mumbled walking into the room, her heels clicking on the marble floor with each step she took.

Madison is Liam’s younger sister and she also happens to be Blake’s P. A. That was Liam’s job until Blake made him the Deputy CEO of his company.

Maddie was obviously not in support of Blake’s killings but Liam would always say that all Blake needed was love, for without love, he would loose any ounce of humanity he still has in him. Only the love of a woman can make Blake embrace humanity. He’s found her but she’s yet to love him.

She always wondered if her brother was a prophet but that not withstanding, she prayed fervently for the day Blake stop killing people and give up the whole idea of destroying the world!

“Today is Jackie’s birthday. Do I send her a gift?” She questioned, her eyes studying his expression while she waited for his reply.

Blake took a sip from his coffee and revealed with a scoff, “She’s nothing like her mother. Send her whatever you like, I don’t care.”

“Okay. What about Ariana?”

…

That was brutal…