The Demon's plaything

~Ava's POV

There was music, there was cries of a child, there was chanting and darkness….and somewhere lurking around, there was Tharros.

The child's cries grew louder and his chants intensified. It made my head spin. I had never seen a child crying so loud. I snatched my hands from the man's wrist, and the whistling sound of the breeze pierced through my ears.

My hair travelled uncontrollably, and when I went to the girl, breathing heavily, she suddenly stopped crying and all that I could hear was the sounds of my own heart beat.

That's strange.

I raised my head and the whole room became dark again. My heart was already pounding hard against my chest.

I already knew that it wasn't a good idea.

I looked back at the child and she had a little smile on her face. The smile grew wider and her eyes streamed with blood.

I stepped backwards but I couldn't get my eyes off the girl.

Heart racing, hands trembling.

The smile tore it's was through her lips. Her small lips were torn apart and her mouth grew wider. The smile reached each side of her head.

"Ahhh!" I screamed and I stepped backwards.

"Ava," her little voice called.

"This is all your fault, Ava," she spoke, with her mouth and eyes bleeding.

I quivered….I didn't know what to do.

"This is all your fault, Ava. This is all your fault, Ava. This is all your fault, Ava," she kept saying. Her voice didn't stop.

"This is all your fault Ava."

And from her mouth, long black worms crawled out and covered her whole face. They went into her eyes and ears and I could eat the sound as the ate her up. They made whistling noises, coupled with the sound of them feeding on her young flesh.

Ahhh!

I screamed and when I tried to run, I hit my head on God know what's and….I passed out.

*****

When I opened my eyes.

I raised my head and gasped for air. I found myself laying on the bed, properly tucked into the duvet.

It has all ended, hasn't it?

Thaorros is nothing but a devil.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on the bed. At that point, I didn't want to know how the ritual ended. All that I wanted was to rest and get a hold of myself.

The image of those worms and the girl suddenly came flashing into my head and I couldn't help but to throw up.

It was horrifying.

I laid back on the bed with my eyes closed.

I just wanted some rest. One that I had been deprived of.

I played my hand on the bed and it was wet and soft.

It felt weird, but

Maybe it's just my mind messing with me.

I thought I could ignore the feeling, not until I felt a sharp pain at the tip of my finger. Like something was…. feeding on it.

I opened my eyes, breathing heavily and when I looked down, I wasn't covered in the duvet but a large number of flesh eating worms.

Ahhhh!

I screamed and I rolled my way out of the bed.

I raised my finger shakily and I pulled it off, with some of my flesh.

It was on my arm and belly. I had to pull them off, with screams and tears streaming down my eyes.

I finally got rid of everything and the pain was intense.

I ran into the living room. "Mom!" I cried out.

I went into the kitchen and into the closet, and into the rest room but mom wasn't there.

The house was empty.

I ran out of the house…. he wouldn't torment me anywhere outside the house, would he.

When I stepped out, I had tears on my face and our neighbors were standing outside.

There was around ten of them.

Mrs. Miller, her children and grandchildren were all outside, standing by the road side.

I immediately wiped off my tears, but I couldn't stop myself from breathing heavily. I sniffled and walked towards them.

"H…hi," I said shakily. "Can I stand with you?" I asked, blinking severally, still sobbing.

Mrs. Miller walked up to me. Her wrinkled hands landed on my face. "Is everything okay?"

"Ava, are you fine?" One of her sons also asked while the other stared at me like I'm some sort of freak.

"I'm…I'm fine," I answered, and forced a smile, even though the look on my face said otherwise.

"Are you sure that you're fine, Ava, or do you want to talk?" Mrs. Miller asked, her words surprisingly slow and I shook my head.

"I'm fine. I don't need to say anything," I answered, but when I looked at all of them, their eyes were fixed on me.

Why would a whole family stand outside on a afternoon for no good reason.

I pushed Mrs. Millers hand off my face and I stepped back.

My jaws were locked and my fists were tightened. "What's wrong Ava? Are you scared?" Mrs. Miller asked. Her voice sounded like there were a thousand other people speaking with her.

The child one of the daughter's carried looked directly into my eyes.

"Are you scared?" The child also asked.

It's eyes were pitch black and that same smile tore it's was through the child's face.

Ahhh! I screamed, shivering.

Their voices were loud.

"Are you scared?" They kept asking.

"Are you scared?"

"Are you scared?"

"Are you scared?"

"Are you scared?"

I wanted to run, but then, I tripped and fell. I crawled backwards, trying to get away from them, but before I knew it, they all surrounded me.

Mrs. Miller had a knife in her hand. She smiled at me and I was trembling.

She took her own grandchild and held him by his head. With that same smile on her face, she cut his head off and his body landed on me.

"Ahhhh!" I screamed.

She held the knife right in front of my face.

Just as she was about to stab me, it felt like I fell from a cliff.

"Arggh!" I groaned, and when I opened my eyes, I was back in the living room. I turned to the left and mom was unconscious.

I turned to the right and the man was deep into his chants, and when I looked up, the child was hanging upside down. Her eyes were white with veins that looked like branches.

Her fingers went back and forth.

Her head was tilted sideways, and her voice was haggard and old.

"I'll never leave," she spoke.

That wasn't her.

That was Tharros, my betrothed.