Stalker Demon by FPesantez
There are howls in the darkness of the night that no one hears.They roam the forest and cover its trees with burning desires of hope and passion in the fading attempt of being heard by somebody. The wild beasts are coming out and the clarity of the moon slowly starts fading.
It’s another cloudy night, with icy wind blowing and impregnating the air with a negative charge. There’s something hiding in the darkness, moving calmly, barely making any noise.The silence is mortuary, but the beasts are waiting for the signal to attack and shatter the demon that’s haunting around. The demon is cunning and moves swiftly, leaving no traces of its presence and the beasts can’t come out. It’s a malicious foreplay, a taunting invite to war. There’s stalling and pushing forward, there’s fire and explosions, there’s gunpowder and ache.
Nothing really happened. The illusion of movement is designed in the thickness of the fog, combining art with majesty, hypocrisy with evil, blood with love, sins with pleasures. The beasts are baffled by the brilliance with which the demon has worked its way around the forest, how it twilled frames of memories and events, curled veins of feelings filled with truth and misleads.
The tension has been building up for some time and the forest has gotten used to it. It seemed almost impossible for it to remain sustainable and the forest had left it grow slowly and uncontrollable. However, the demon knew that its artful way of building tension will be successful in the forest for the beasts were dormant and quiet, without a single care of the changing world.
The demon is ready. Ready to unleash its untangled arms over the innocuously of the forest takes the first step and whips the branches violently, waiting for them to bleed uncontrollably to death.