Rise of Darkness (Non-erotic, no futa, no sex of any kind)

The torches were lit. The flames casting eerie shadows all about the crypt, the crowd who held the torches stood before a stone coffin, cracked and covered in moss in its old age. They knew that this was a place of rest for those who had passed, but the demon that slept here deserved anything but peace. They glanced about nervously, knowing that the sun was setting and the creature could rise at any moment, while the adrenaline focused their sights on every little detail, the large crevice in the floor, and the legions of spiders spying on them from the corners, or the sounds of small scurrying feet, as rats fled in the human mob’s presence. A man, the apparent leader, stepped from the crowd and turned to face them.

“Tonight, we end this monster’s reign of terror, and avenge those who have fallen to its evil!” He yelled, trying to stand and speak as though he weren’t afraid of what laid not two feet from him. His arms shivered in fear, but he didn’t let the others catch on, instead he faced the crypt and began to push the lid off. Small bursts of dust blasted at him, but, even as he coughed and struggled just to breathe, he continued on. After minutes of vicious struggles, he managed to force the coffin lid off, wincing at the loud sound of it falling to the floor. He stared down at the sleeping face of the monster.

It was a woman. Her beauty great enough that even married men fell before her, yet that was only another weapon for the unholy creature, as it fed upon the unsuspecting fools. She was pale, deathly so, yet her lips were ruby red and invitingly full. His eyes ran across her body, admiring the monster despite his hatred of it. Taking a deep breath through his mouth, knowing the scent of the monster was like a drug, he reached behind himself, feeling the sheathed wooden stake he had there. Grasping at the makeshift hilt, he pulled it from its sheath and raised it high above his head. The crowd let out a small cheer as he prepared to slay the monster.

He aimed the stake at her heart, knowing it to be the only vulnerable place. As he went to lower the weapon, the demon’s eyes opened, instantly seeing and knowing what was happening. She bolted upright, grabbing the man’s wrists as he brought them down to her, before twisting them around. The snap of bone echoed throughout the crypt. He fell back, yelling in agony, as she stood and surveyed the crowd.

“You would come and kill me? I am not surprised, yet I must admit I am amused by this, do you mere humans intend to end me?” She let out a laugh as though in answer to her own question. She raised a delicate looking hand and pointed to a young man, before beckoning him forward. He obeyed; his body acting of its own accord as he stared into her depthless eyes. When he stood beneath her, she reached out and caressed his face, as one would a young child’s. As he relaxed somewhat, she moved with blinding speed and snapped his neck one fluid movement. The body fell back into the awed crowd, all of whom looked upon her in fear and hatred.

Their leader watched in horror as she smiled at the crowd. He knew she was thinking of how best to kill them, of the sound of their screams as she drained their life to sustain her own. He had to do something, but felt helpless as he looked down at his useless hands. The stake was near his limp hands, mocking him in a way. He heard a scream and looked up in time to see someone fall to the floor, their body twitching madly, before ceasing all movement. The thought that all these people would die for his incompetence very nearly broke him, but he had a chance to save them. Moving through the pain, he managed to get the stake between his forearms, the hands flailing about madly. He stood and yelled at the monster, mocking her for not finishing him off. Her eyes flashed red in anger.

In an instant she was before him. The man’s heart pounded fiercely, his fear overpowering even his will to rectify his mistake in bringing the crowd here. She smirked at him, seeing the false bravado melt away. He held the stake before him, arms quivering wildly. She let out a small laugh, almost musical in a way, but still it sent shivers down the spines of everyone who heard it. She stood before him, her eyes daring him to try and attack her, confident that his fear and her beauty wou

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