Something was coming.
The serpent demon felt it before it saw it — the air twisted, humming with wrongness. Every shadow seemed to breathe, every sound sharpened into silence. The world itself recoiled. A predator was near.
Then she emerged.
A humanoid demon, stepping through the undergrowth with a sway that could make gods forget their purpose. Her beauty struck like venom — skin pale as moonlit flesh, lips curved with promise and doom. The air thickened with her scent, sweet and sickly, like blood warmed in the sun.
But her eyes… those eyes told the truth. Cold. Merciless. Hungry.
She wasn't here to seduce — she was here to kill. To rip the serpent open, tear out its soul, and feast until nothing remained.
The serpent's body coiled tighter, instincts snarling against temptation. Its hunger screamed louder than fear. That flesh — soft, radiant, unholy — it needed to taste it. To devour her. To evolve.
And so they circled each other — beauty and beast, lust and death, predator against predator.
The ground trembled. The forest held its breath.
Then the hunt began.
The forest dimmed, shadows tightening like a noose.
Neither moved. The serpent's scales rasped against dead leaves, a slow whisper of threat. The demoness tilted her head, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement — as if she already tasted his end.
Then, movement.
The serpent lunged, a blur of black muscle and fang. The air split with the hiss of its strike — but she was already gone, dissolving into a shimmer of smoke and heat. Her laughter echoed, low and cold, from everywhere at once.
She reappeared behind him. Her claws traced the air, unseen but felt — a pressure, a promise. The serpent twisted, the ground erupting beneath its coils. Their clash shook the silence, sparks of demonic power tearing through the trees.
She moved like a flame given form — beautiful, merciless, and hungering. Every motion pulled the serpent deeper into her rhythm, her scent, her curse. It could feel its mind slipping, its hunger turning inward, confused by the paradox before it: prey that wanted to be hunted.
The serpent struck again, faster this time, and its tail cracked like thunder. She caught it — bare-handed. Her nails sank into scale, and black ichor bled where her touch met flesh.
Their gazes locked. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to that one moment — predator recognizing predator, hunger meeting hunger.
And beneath it all, the forest whispered the truth neither wanted to face:
Only one hunger would survive.
The serpent coiled, every muscle trembling with fury. The earth itself seemed to recoil from its wrath. Steam rose from its scales, shimmering like heat off molten rock.
The demoness stood still — waiting. Her eyes burned through the haze, twin embers of cruel serenity.
Then the serpent struck.
The impact split the air. A shockwave tore through the clearing as fang met claw, power meeting power. Black smoke spiraled around them — the scent of sulfur, ozone, and something far older.
For a moment, they were locked together — strength against grace, chaos against will. But the serpent's rage was blind, wild. Hers was focused, patient, inevitable.
She leaned close, whispering something the serpent couldn't understand — a language older than sound. The words slid into its mind like poison, unraveling thought, eroding instinct.
The serpent faltered.
That was all she needed.
Her hand pierced the haze, pressing against its head — not with strength, but with command. The forest went silent. The serpent's body convulsed once, twice, then stilled. The air thickened as its form began to fade, its essence torn free.
She inhaled slowly.
And when she opened her eyes again, they glowed brighter — colder.
The serpent was gone. Only its shadow remained, burned into the soil like an ancient scar.
The demoness turned away, the faintest smile touching her lips — not of triumph, but of hunger unfulfilled. There would always be another serpent. Another soul. Another hunt.
She wasn't that unfamiliar with this environment.Where she was before,it's always blood and intrigues but this place ,Abyss it's denizens call it,just make it more brutal and visceral.
She was Sona sitri.A little girl under the shadows of her sister,who loves her sister and wanted to prove that she could also be stronger and dependable like her big sis. But one wrong scenario makes her lose her life ,Kokabiel .The fallen angel of star who wanted to restart the great war .Who killed her and her peerages with cruel unmatched to even the devil.He and his fallen cut their limbs to be defiled them cruelly.When scream echoes,He would cut their tongues to continue 'that' in silence.And her end come not too long after.
Well The Great war which that lunatic wanted would be starting right after.If she is not wrong,her sister would be ripping his dick out in vengeance.
But she don't want that fallen to end like that.It would be too cheap.Too merciful and too quick.She wanted to be the one to end his life.
So even when she reincarnated in abyss as it's denizens call it.She hunted until her hunger and her thirst for blood is fulfilled.She need to evolve.To go back and kill that piece of shit.
But her soul shine here in abyss .She is something more here .Not just a demon or former devil but something more.Her blood whisper knowledges to her. Knowledges which change her soul and her outlook of universe.She is becoming 'Apocalyptic' to even exist.
And there are summoning rituals here ,which she is decoding to go back to her universe.To go back to her beloved big sis.