10.31.18

Brittle. Teeming. Intoxicating.

Demonax had the thought of such events of the month elude her when she returned. Desperation stunted her evaluation of planning and now, she paid the price.

She could smell it on the breeze. Feel it tingle over her skin. Clinging. Whispering.

Demonax tried her best to keep herself in her den. Cleaning. Carving. Planning. Tidying up Runes.

So much clamored outside. Choirs of beings howling into the dim sky where Blood Flowers glided to the floor in heavy amounts.

She paced.

Pacing.

Pacing.

Pacing...

"Go out..." The hiss ensued through her mind. "This is the one night you could get away with it.


'No...No, I know faces now..know their voices. See their trust..

Side long and sneering the voice echoed back,"Don't act like it matters.