I look up at her, trying to help myself up with the one hand that still serves me. I can't see her face as it hides behind the long blonde tresses but I can see those blue eyes, looking me through and through. They suddenly seem to turn reddish black, a deep shade of malice swimming inside. I inch closer, unable to control the pain the distance throws my way. My creation, my dream girl!
I try to find the love in her eyes as they open wide staring at me, seemingly indifferent. A powerful gust of wind enters once again from the open window to the left, unbalancing me and pushing her hair back. I just have a second to absorb her appearance before falling over as her levitating body crashes into me with elongated fangs that curve downwards on the face of the devil. No storm drowns my scream as the blade sinks into the nape of my neck.
“… she becomes yours forever… in life and death,” the tantrik'svoice sounds extremely close this time.
“Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling
around a strange, mysterious horror.”
¯ Guy de Maupassant