Jasmine's eyes widened in shock. "What are those?"
The streets of the demon realm was filled with humanoid monsters, their bodies glowing ominously as they growled and roared. The blood moon cast a crimson glow over the realm, bathing everything in a sea of blood. The floors and walls seemed to be drenched in the same hue, and the demons' self-devouring was a disturbing sight to behold.
Overwhelmed, she closed her eyes and turned away from the window, retreating to the bed. Fear gripped her; her sword seemed to be of no use against the demons. She longed for sleep, hoping that everything would be fine in the morning, but the loud screams and roars made rest impossible.
Her thoughts drifted to Damien. 'Is he okay?' she wondered. But why should she care? She wasn't interested in his well-being. Perhaps she just felt a sympathy for all Extra-natural beings, worrying about their fate if they lost loved ones.
But, then she recalled Damien's words; 'We are vile beasts.' If demons were beasts, maybe they wouldn't feel pain like humans did. But what about the dragons and witches? Were they also vile beasts? Leaving the question to linger at the back of her mind, she tried to shut her eyes.
Suddenly, her stomach growled, she was hungry but she could endure it. Growing up in the palace, she'd faced worse days. After her mother left, she'd often gone hungry, forcing herself to stay strong despite the hunger. No one cared if she ate or not, except for her loyal friend, Laila.
But as she grew older, her circumstances changed. She became strong enough to intimidate the maids into fetching her food. She felt no shame in asserting her needs, believing it was what they deserved. If she makes it to and out of the academy she'll surely take revenge.
After sometime, boredom crept in. Jasmine stood up and began to explore the room, snooping around Damien's chambers. "He's not here and he'll never know" she muttered.
Her curiosity led her to a peculiar image, with just a slight touch, her fingers begun to bleed. Instinctively, she knew something was off. Pushing the image, it revealed nothing but a plain wall, but she wasn't convinced. There was surely something fishy about the wall.
Placing her hands on the wall, the bricks begun to rearrange, forming a pathway. Jasmine's curiosity was piqued. Despite Damien's strict instructions to stay indoors, she felt an irresistible urge to explore.
With only a day and a half left before her death, shecouldn't bear the thought of confinement. Without hesitation, she stepped into the mysterious path, her heart racing with anticipation and uncertainty.
In the pathway, the air was thick with the stench of decayed bodies and damped clothes. The silence was suffocating, punctuated only by the faint sound of dripping water. The tunnel's twists and turns made her anxious, every step she took, felt like a journey to an unknown.
As she emerged from the pathway, she found herself standing on the streets she'd seen through the window. Her eyes widened in horror. Before she could even think, a demon lunged at her, but she drew her sword just in time, fending it off. Panting, she took in the gruesome scene.
The streets were a bloodbath. Demons tore each others heads, their bodies twisted in impossible ways, blood splattering the walls and streets.
Jasmine's grip on her sword tightened as she realized the true nature of this world. This was it, the blood moon, a night of violence and destruction.
Suddenly, an agonizing pain coursed through her body. It was the last day of the poison's effects, she was going to die the next morning. She spun around, realising she was surrounded by demons from all sides. Her sword flashed in the dim light, but the pain was too much to bear. She lost her grip, and it fell to the ground with a clang.
Her scream echoed through the streets, a cry of agony as if her soul was being torn apart. Blood filled her mouth, and her vision began to blur. The torment of this night would be her last, a fitting end to her suffering.