What do we truly apprehend about the monsters and demons we fear so profusely? We assume they are all soulless beasts with no no emotions, but is it true?

The dark woman from the sea, Adriana, is the most feared and relentless of all the demons. Her name suits her well. She resides in The Unknown.

I always heard the ear-aching, teeth-grinding screams of her victims. She is the true master, the one who is to be feared above all else. No human and no demon could stand against her. She always dressed in the same, tired gown. She was only seen wearing a long, black, silk gown. Her nails were painted black, to match her raven hair.

For every kill she made, she let out a scream. A scream of joy.

Rain fell into The Unknown. It battered my back and shoulders. I felt each blow, the next worse than the last. The rain trickled down my face and into my mouth. Even the rain tasted bitter, bitter like Adriana. I always felt cold, perhaps this place matches the temperature of her heart. The smell of blood always lingered in the air. Blood polluted the river that ran beside me.

I felt distraught, for I knew I was next to feel Adriana’s wrath. I, the mere slave of death, could feel her coming toward me, her hatred and fury followed. I knew as I looked into her blood-shot eyes that I had met my maker.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

I wish I had no troubled her. How could I have been so careless? Maniacal laughter filled the air. Her screams were the last sounds I heard.

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