Little Demon Girl
My eyes pry at the darkness, scrape at the meagre beams of starlight in hopes of making a tear through this heavy and masking moon-cloak. I can hear them coming. A low rumbling is resounding beneath my feet, I do not fall. I show no fear. My eyes are young and violet. Once they were brimming with excited emotion. And now they are empty. Blank. So filled with curious terror that they appear cold, vacant.

I keep my eyes to the west. Overhead beams the Logos Constellation, my guiding light and my spirit. He told me to look to the west. The two would come from over the hill, together, and then we would leave. Together.

Mid-day, he said. It is now past the evening median. But I do not fear for them. He told me he would come. I trust his word. My heart..feeble..does not know this thing..fear.

Cold and bloody. Screams travel through the breezes. Touch my lips, my hair, cheeks, eyelids. I tremble. They will return! They are fighting their way back. Fighting their way back to me. They will come..

The exclamations continue. I do not move my body, trembling as it is. I will stay until they come. And we will leave together. The ground grumbles and groans. I set my jaw tightly.

"Ava!" My name! A piercing and powerful screech follows. Cheering. The rocks shudder.

"Ava!" My name. My father! "Run! Run, they've found me!" he cries out. There is a loud roar. Bang. My heart shudders. Feet won't move. "Mirai.." It is my father's voice again. Calling my mother's name. A lengthy pause. My father's anguish is voiced in on fierce, deep howl.

A bang and he is silenced. My being leaps, a shot of adrenaline, and I am racing east. Away, east! They are chasing me. I hear them closer. I scream! It isn't fair! They cannot claim me!

An uneven placement in the packed earth beneath my feet and I pummel the ground with my hands. Their breath, I can hear it now. It is encircling me. I purge the terror from my veins. How DARE they?!

"MOMMA!!" I scream with all my might! I flail about wildly, scraping and prying at the humanflesh I can reach. I feel hot and red blood coating my trembling, tiny fingers. One takes me in his hands and shakes me violently. I hear near me four exclaiming voices. My danger gives me strength.

"Mikai shid'eith meeniah hashidth!" I chant the ancient prayer in my tiny voice, and am dropped, suddenly, as my captor exclaims in horror.

"Demon trickery!" a gruff voice grates at me. A gash of starlight is caught by the metallic weapon they load and aim at me. I stare directly at it, with terrible curiosity. It fires. I am too quick. I have heard that sound before.

'MURDERERS!" I squeal, as I leap from the pulverizing bullet. I gather all the strength that I can, ready to dodge every bullet that I must. As I race at the closest Demon Slayer and prepare to attack him to my death, a beam of Logosian energy strikes out from my fist. It creates a blinding bluish-purple glow, and quickly materializes into a twined-gold-and-silver staff. There is a blade at its top, shaped like a sliver of the moon. It looks very sharp.

The energy of my leap cannot be stopped. The blade is pressed with anguishable strength against my former captor's throat, and his head is severed from his body. It falls soundly to the blood-soaked ground, and his limp body follows shortly thereafter.

I growl menacingly at the remaining three. They stare, incredulous, at the incredible strength of my summon. It has not yet phased me that the Logos has granted me with such a gift. I stand my ground. No one moves.

"Take your companion." I state firmly, as I pluck the fallen silver weapon from the ground. I aim it, loaded, at the closest Slayer. "Throw him into the filthy marshes three leagues from here." I continue. I spit heartily on the corpse. "Leave these lands. Never return. If you do, I'll be here, and you know I will be."

The three full-grown men stare a few seconds more at me, a little demon girl, before turning on their heels and darting away. They do not touch their fallen member. Despicable.

I am left alone. The beautiful summon weapon dematerializes and is gone. I throw the banishing gun to the ground and dart off, further into the forest. There I will fall, I will mourn, I will scream at my loss.

I am only 124 years old.