Demoness Rising: Hellfire and Sulfer

As the clock on the tower rang Midnight, I leaped from my perch on top of the abandoned building. It was another night in New York City, where murders pile up with no way of being solved. The food here was plentiful, and by that I mean easy to catch. The way I lived was brutal, cruel even, but even a creature like myself has to survive. 1

I feed off of human souls. They each have their own unique flavor, good or bad depending on how innocent the person was. Children tasted the best because of their pure innocence. 2

I made a soft thud as I landed on the concrete that made up the alleyway below the crumbling structure. Looking around with my senses on alert for danger, I sped off to my apartment in the better part of the city.3

I would've looked like a blur to a mortal. My feet moving with such intensity, that I felt like I was flying. This was one of the only good parts about being a Demon, the adreneline inducing speed.4

As my place of living came into sight, I heard a faint pop, almost like someone was popping a balloon. 5

But it was a lot bigger than a balloon. I watched surprised, as the building I lived in exploded in a ball of flame. 6

The apartment building was very isolated, and in circumstances like this it turned out to be a very good thing. The flames didn't reach any other structures, and the fire didn't spread.7

Fire can't hurt Demons, it's the very opposite. Hellfire is what gives us power. 8

Hellfire can be made into an onyx stone that gives us energy and strength when needed. I carry Hellfire on a necklace that is always chained firmly in place by a black leather chocker that circles my neck.9

I observed quietly as the parts and pieces left of the apartments smoldered. The air was thick with the smell of burned flesh and scorched wood.10

With one last glance at the skeletal remains, I disappeared into the night.