The glaring morning sun was no match for the brooding darkness within the room.
Each night the picking grew slimmer perhaps it was time for new recruits, the present one was becoming weak.
Lying supine arms akimbo legs crossed at the heels she looked pristine: by day an earthen vessel seducing weary souls, by night a vicious spirit ripping apart their souls in slumber.
Releasing her spirit, he returned to his coven to evoke more power.
Silly human, hanging up ginger bags in a cage hoping to banish him.
Him, a demon. Ridiculous!
Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by Emmy L Gant and the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories.