Demon King The Werewolf And The Lily

The Dark Forest is a vast area of woodlands so thick that the sunlight hardly penetrates through the canopy. Even when the sun is high up in the sky at noon, the heart of the Dark Forest is only ever as bright as the dawn breaking and never really fully committing to a full morning. Because sunlight barely gets through, the forest gets colder the deeper one goes inside. Because of this and some other reasons, the forest has become home to various creatures that are rarely seen outside. Creatures that could only be known in books and are considered to be merely created by fantasy.

Towering on the north of the forest is a ragged mountain that is hardly accessible. An old castle sits at its peak. It had been said that the castle is home to an evil lord that was vanquished by the hero 500 years ago. When one stands on the terrace of the castle overlooking the forest, one sees a stone altar surrounded by a circular column of large stones and slabs deep in the heart of the forest. The location of the altar is the only clearing amid the dark thicket and no one knows when this altar was made or who uses it. There were rumors that it was used as a sacrificial area for the previous demon lord.

It was on top of this one altar that a young girl – barely 15 years old – woke up. As she opened her eyes, she saw the full moon shining brightly above her. A cold midnight breeze blew and the girl shivered, all she had on her was a thin white cloth that barely covered her skin. Her hands and feet were bound to stubs of metal connected to each corner of the altar and her mouth was gagged with cloth. It took her a minute to understand her situation – the moon, her clothing, the bounds on her foot, and the vast expanse of woodland surrounding her. The growls and distant calls of unknown creatures cemented her previous conjecture. She is in the middle of the Dark Forest and she has just become the sacrifice.

Dread has overcome her and she started to pull her hands and feet, trying to get free from the bounds. The tight knot of the rope scraped against her wrists and ankles and she started to bleed. The horror, the pain, and the coldness made her start to cry. She could not believe the situation that she is in. Just a few hours ago she was with her friends. They were celebrating the harvest festival and she had food too many. Then she wakes up and finds herself bound in the middle of the forest, waiting to be taken by whatever creature is coming for her.

A few minutes passed and her arms and legs started to feel sore from struggling. Her throat felt dry. She wanted to urinate and she has been holding it in for like an eternity. She stopped crying now, she is too weak to even groan. After struggling for a long time, she finally succumbed and surrendered to her fate in the middle of this desolate place. Soon after, she heard the flapping of what seemed to be large wings. The area started to dim as an overcast shadow of a flying creature started to swoop down to where she is. As the creature gets closer, she soon realized that it was not a bird – at least the wings were not made of feathers.

The huge wings looked like overstretched skin framed by long bony fingers. The creature itself seems like a giant bat, except the features are more humanoid. The limbs were thin and springy, the torso was small and rounded at the belly, but the ribs and clavicles were prominent at the chests. The face and the head were even more grotesque. The creature is balding with wisps of hair at the back of its head. The eyes were almost slit-like and burned red. The nose – if you would ever call it – is merely two vertical slits. The creature’s ears were long. A short description of it would be like a cross between a bat and a man – in a single word, a gargoyle.

The girl whimpered as the gargoyle drew closer. It seems to be talking to her but all she hears are growls and squeaks. The girl could not believe what she is seeing. It is a creature that is supposed to be just confined in books and stories made to scare off children. It was not supposed to exist unless this was nothing but a dream. ‘That’s right! This could be just a dream and nothing more,’ she thought to herself. She was supposed to wake up anytime soon and would jump out of her bed – just like what happened when she had nightmares before. But she never woke up, she remained awake and the creature is standing right beside her. The pain in her arms and legs only made her understanding of reality even worse.

The creature started to reach out towards her; on its bony fingers are long claw-like nails. The girl almost lost her control from the fear and she finally let go of what she had been holding in. Her humiliation and fear intermingled as warmth and wetness spread along her legs. The piss spread through the altar and flowed towards the edges. The creature did not seem to mind as it was busy slashing up the rope that bound the girl to the altar. This is not the first time anyway, when seen during the day, the altar has dredge marks of different forms of liquid – rainwater, urine, blood, slime – and the creature only has one job: to gather the sacrifice and take it to its master.

The girl’s mind has gone to a far-off place now. In her mind, she has already woken up to a new day. In her mind, she is already preparing for the day to help her mother in the kitchen to cook breakfast and pack lunch for her father and brothers, of course, she will include one for her lover as well. Their village is mostly farmland so the boys at this time work in the fields to harvest. In the evening, the harvest festival continues and it will be merry just like the previous night, yes, it was the night when she woke up with a nightmare. That was a very bad dream and she will talk about it with her lover and her friends and they will just laugh it off.

It was all in her mind though, in reality, her eyes have turned glassy and dead. She has become devoid of all feelings. She did not even feel the creature carrying her toward the castle. She did not hear the voice of the Demon King ordering his maid to wash her and replace the cloth on her. She did not notice that the maid pulling her around the castle had a snake’s body instead of legs. She did not notice the moving statues leering at her along the hallways. She did not flinch as she was dipped in the warm bath – too warm for an average human. She woke up the next day in a strange large bed in an even larger room. She will stay here for about a year – until the next sacrifice arrives.