Demon

Tendrils of my being seeped out into the land and the very moss on the forest floor flinched at my touch. Trees bowed to me and flowers closed with respect as I passed.

I could feel the land - my land - holding a new creature, one with a soul. He was a Demon Hunter. I could feel the demons he had already slain buried within him.

My mistress had been his last victim. I had looked on as she confronted him. She had been foolish, taking her true form in front of the Souled One. Yet I had admired her beauty as purple flames licked out from her feet and her shimmering black wings had spread out behind her. Even light had fled from her.

Mistress, I thought, you were too weak to deserve this realm.
Finally it has passed to me, her daughter, her heir. A true demon.

I am the all-powerfull, I feel the blackened veins of the earth pulse. I am a Messenger of Death and Vector of Evil.

A part of death, with its shimmering green and violet hue, lives within me. Souls cease to exist when I utter their name.

My existence filled with rage at the thought of a Souled One daring to hunt me.

Yet here he was. Stalking me in the night. Attempting to track me but unaware that I surrounded him. I tickled his spine with frost yet he did not shiver. I was amused, in a way, as he turned to face me without being able to see me.

I named the soul of an owl nearby, it fell down dead with a skin-peeling screech.
The man barely blinked.

I searched my consciousness for the name of the Demon Hunter's soul without success, it foolishly dared to hide from me.

Good, I thought, I like a challenge.

I called the shadows of the realm towards me and threw a grey-tinged cloud across the moon.
He smiled.

"Your time has come." He told me, whilst looking through me.

Purple and navy patches of darkness swirled around us in the night. I watched him survey them without surprise.

My rage at his reactions could be held back no longer - I felt my twinned pairs of clawed wings unfold, my green-black fire was ignited and rippled out from my feet. My true form erupted from the air, somehow drawn out by the Demon Hunter's tricks. My rage was only intensified.

Long dark hair fell down to my waist. Sharp navy spikes erupted from my naked hips and shoulders. I grasped shadows in my fists and moulded my curved blade of diamond emerald.

My true form towered above the Souled One. Silence echoed between us as I dared him to strike first.

His weapon, covered in misspelt runes, struck deep through my left breast - aiming for a charcoal heart that did not beat.
I laughed, gripping pale, slender fingers around his fragile throat.
Yet his eyes did not widen in fear so I tapped my emerald blade on the base of his spine - crack - it broke in two.
He did not even flinch.

Somehow, his eyes found mine. I saw the true colour of his soul as it whispered to me... It whispered words... Words that no longer exist, words no soul should not know... Impossible words.

I defied my every demonic instinct - and fled.

For @MrAlex (In reply to his 'Demons and Hunters' #DH)