Nocturnal Wanderings

I often wake up, in the small hours of the morning, and I’m out in my garden…

… usually near one of the two statues that actually possess power…

… they use their power to dress me the way they prefer me to be dressed…

… it’s always strangely warm, with odd wind currents that only affect certain areas, causing the autumnal leaves to constantly eddy around me…

… it’s strangely soothing…

… feeling the warmth, and the gentle caress of the wind and the leaves…

… my mind drifts, half-awake…

… back through the millenia…

… to when I first came to Earth, as a child, and found humans to be an abundant, easy source of sustenance. It would be another thousand years before I stopped feeding on humans, and learned to hide among them, in plain sight. I’m glad those days are over, but my statues don’t seem to understand that, and continue to whisper in my head, about blood and hunting.

7 thoughts on “Nocturnal Wanderings

    1. Thank you, Karima. I always try to tell little pictorial stories, but they usually involve me visiting new places. My backstory is that I am 4000 years old, not a demon, but an alien, who accidentally came to Earth when she was a 1000 year old child. My mother is a sentient planet in another galaxy (:

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