C’mon, admit it; who has NEVER had a hot supernatural fantasy, especially on this night of all nights?

Just after midnight, Azrael watched the orange, Halloween moon rise in this hot supernatural fantasy. At first, he simply believed his sight deceived him. Surely it wasn’t possible? It had been so long…

In reality, he’d almost resigned himself to the fate of never hunting again. However, now here was this delicious morsel, walking all alone. To put it another way, his razor-sharp fangs grew long as he stared down at her hungrily. As he turned to his brother, he could barely contain his growing excitement, as if the real sex story were finally about to happen.

“Mmm, a human,” Azrael said as he licked his lips. Having spotted the blonde, temptingly nubile girl as well, Belphegor mused aloud, “Indeed, and a foolish one at that.”

Angel tottered drunkenly out of the nightclub, wishing she’d left in the taxi with her friends. Since she lived nearby, she’d decided to walk.

Then, she heard a strange noise.

Instantly, the two brothers fell into silence as she stopped abruptly on the path. Predictably, fear radiated from her. Although she couldn’t see them, the feeling of someone watching her was so visceral that she nearly broke into a run. But instead, she stood rigidly, as if barely concealing the panic the threatened to overwhelm her. If she ran now, she’d give away her vulnerability by running straight into a trap.

Yes, it was Halloween, the night that any kind of hot supernatural fantasy could happen to a young girl out alone. But seriously, what could happen…right?

Suddenly, she heard a scraping noise, somewhere above her. Then she grabbed her phone, hands shaking. “Just stay calm, it’s fine,” she told herself. “Please pick up, someone! Please-” Her mother’s cheerful voice greeting chimed, then sent her to voicemail. Strangely, it sounded like a nail being driven into a coffin.

“Okay, just pretend.” she tried to reassure herself. “They won’t know, whoever they are.” “Mom? Hey. Yeah, yeah I’m nearly home!” Her voice was bright, yet fake. “Louder,” she shouted at herself. “I’m on Scottsdale Road, mmhmm. Yes, by the club. Tell Dad not to wait up, I’ll be there soon.”

As she pretended to hang up, she thought she heard something. With this in mind, she forced herself to move faster down the alley as her heart hammered in her throat.

“She’s quite the little actress, isn’t she?” Belphegor murmured. In fact, he was oddly fascinated with the girl’s attempts to fool them.

“Yes, agreed. Of course, I particularly enjoyed the ‘Mommy and Daddy’ act,” Azrael grinned wickedly. “By the sound of it, no one is home, brother!” he added, laughing.

“W-who’s there? Show yourself!” I yelled, my terrified cry slicing the air. “I-I’ve got a gun, so j-just leave me alone!”

The demons laughed aloud at this as they dropped down from the roof, landing swiftly like cats. “Hello, pretty girl,” Belphegor bowed mockingly. My eyes darted frantically, back and forth between the two…WTF, men?!

To clarify, I’d expected just one attacker to emerge from the shadows. Instead, two dropped down from the sky! Shocked, I tried to speak. However, terror choked me.

“Aw. The lady doesn’t seem too pleased to see us, brother,” Azrael smirked, giving me an alligator grin.

“Oh. My. God. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck!” I screamed in my mind.  I stood rooted to the spot, my slim young body shaking weakly.

“Truly, I don’t blame her. But such VILE language!” Belphegor exclaimed in mock outrage. Meanwhile, I gasped while he trailed a wickedly sharp talon over the curve of one pert breast.

“Yes indeed. Perhaps she needs her mouth washed out with…something.” Azrael snickered, stepping forward as if to demonstrate.

“What?! Oh shit, did I just say that out loud?” my brain screamed.

“No, you did not,” Azrael answered with an evil grin, then lazily licked his lips. With a black, FORKED tongue.

“Just run, RUN!” I shrieked silently, but it came out as a strangled whimper.

“Of course, please try to run. After all, it’s been forever since we’ve enjoyed a good chase. Isn’t that right, brother?” Belphegor grinned.

“Too long. Perfect, let’s call your parents again, tiny human. Besides, aren’t they waiting for you?” Azrael’s voice sizzled mockingly. I trembled uncontrollably.

Accordingly, he leaned closer as his dark demonic eyes left Belphegor’s to capture me with his intensely hypnotic gaze. I froze. “You’d better stumble home, little girl. I’m sure they’re waiting for their drunken little whore.”

My back hit the gritty brick wall behind me as the two very male, very demonic men stalked forward. Ultimately, I was trapped. What happened next?

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