Mantis-Prologue

Author: De Sade wannabe

(Since a guy threatened to infect me with HIV if i did not post it, here is the prologue of ”Mantis”. Probably will post the rest on ao3 idk in case i’ll give out the username)
(Enjoy and if you don’t have any constructive critics to give and just want to insult my whole bloodline, do me a favor and just shut the fuck up!!!)

__23/01/1986__
It was a quiet and silent night in Prague.
But somewhere, a few kilometers away from the big city, something gruesome happened.
In an abandoned place, where the only source of light came from the moon which, with its rays, illuminated the blood stains on the floor.
Around the room there were multiple corpses, some still clothed and flesh, while others mangled to the point of no recognition. They were positioned in a way where their body parts (or what remained at least) formed an almost perfect circle.
There were books and candles scattered around the place, in a way that the media would only define as ‘’another case of human sacrifices performed by satanists’’.
But, someone, or better, something, was still alive.
At the center of that massacre there was a man, naked and with multiple scars on his body.
But he was alive, breathing, a remnant of life that death refused to take with it.
Despite that tho, he still felt an incredible pain coming from his body.
A piercing scream echoed in the room as he felt his bones being broken and rebuilt to fit his new mortal body, much smaller than his original form.
The ritual worked, those now mangled bodies succeeded in their goal: to bring the antichrist to earth.
But, that so much powerful demon that they wished for in reality was just as scared, or even more, than them (at least, when they were still alive to feel said fear.
Like a child that was rejected from his womb, that creature was crying in agony, feeling his previous body shrinking to fit his new human skin.
Only when the pain stopped, he could actually stop to observe what just happened.
His eyes felt dry and more sensible than usual as he looked around.
The smell of rotten flesh actually sounded inviting to the creature, but the place still scared him.
It was all too strange, small, suffocating, different from his home.
But, those corpses had a sweet smell to them and his stomach was rumbling. He felt as if he was starving, like he hadn’t eaten in days, or worse years.
So, he moved his new found arm forward, trembling and stumbling as he crawled towards one of the bodies.
His movements were uncertain but once he was in front of it, the fear and confusion that he felt just a second ago, disappeared, as he started devouring what remained of the bodies.
At first he hesitated, because his teeth weren’t as sharp as they used to, but the strength in his jaw was enough for him to bite through the meat.
And so, under the judging gaze of the moon, the new antichrist was born.