Succubus

Her tangled frown and her spindling fingers slowly running down her lips, red and flowing as a river, does she invoke fear? With her long and mangled hunched over body. Her eyes they focus solemnly as a steady, cold dead body. The ground beneath her feet rot and decay as she steps forth, her march to spread unavoidable death and decompose the human stench. In life she was a temptress, now she's satan's tempest. A succubus waiting to prey on an honest man's death. Consuming his soul and discarding his flesh. The temple of God that once was her body, that He built in His image, now torn down and broken. Caused by her selfish oblivion for she cast God out. Oh succubus, where is your soul? Now you are the devil's pawn, no freedom left and now you rot. That lake of fire, burning desire, will lead you to more than death.