X sat in the roots of a large tree, her eyes closed. The past 24 hours had felt like a dream, a nightmare. But she knew it wasn't. Death had taken her to his home and changed her into something. A demon. And he'd tried to erase her memory so she would become one of them.
She wish she could just rid of the memory. But the feeling of dread and anger that was left inside made her sure of that. The demon was still there.
I can use it for my own purposes. But what will that make me? One of them? I couldn't.. But deep down she knew that the creature had a mind of it's own, and if she released it the consequences could be fatal.
X lifted her head and let out a howl. A howl that spoke of danger and warning. But also of fear and anger.