username; ♥rose♥
name; Birthed From a Nightmare \\ Amy (Fallen Angel)
gender; Mare
scary story; The last thing I remember is falling. My wings were broken so I couldn’t fight the winds that ripped at my limbs and tore out my feathers. Something in my mind tried to tell me what I had been before. Some sort of divine being, but had I known what awaited me in the depths of hell, I wouldn’t have wanted to know. As I fell, flashes of distant memories echoed like mist in my mind. A place of clouds, rebellion, bloodshed, and anger, then blackness. The whistle of my body crashing through the layers of the atmosphere filled my ears and almost drowned out my thoughts. As I hit the ground, my body fazes through it and into a place of horror. Hell, you call it, but I call it a living nightmare. Lost souls lunged at you from the depths of the reddened shadows and seemed to crawl out of the blood red rock that lined this nightmarish place. A huge hideous black castle stood, looming over hell, watching its anguished prisoners. I was somehow fascinated by it, a darkness inside of me was drawn to the darkness it housed. My hooves became scorched as I walked the longest walk of my life, to whatever awaited me inside. The gates upon my arrival opened without my aid, as though they were excepting me. Walking through the dark hallway a slithery voice calls to me. “What do we have here? An angel? So far from home you are.” I am an angel? What a thought. “Come here, and hear what I have to say,” the voice oozed like oil from the end of the corridor. Carefully I advance, until I am staring at the Devil himself. He was worse than I had imagined, a huge red monster with a grin like death. “In order to survive here, you must give up something you need, and usually I would ask for your soul, but...in this case I want more. How about this, you swap your angel form for a more...hellish one, and in exchange you get safety from all those here who may try to harm you. Sounds like a deal?” He stares deep into my soul as I tentatively give my answer, “O-okay...” As soon as the words leave my mouth, my skin is ripped off, leaving bone like patterns where it didn’t. Around my mouth a twisted grin appeared, and on top of my head rams' horns sprout and leave bloodied wounds. Screaming in pain, my vision blurs as my eyes change to a bright red, and my iris transforms into that of a snake. Crashing into the stone floor I wail in agony, sides heaving as I gasp for breath. The devil looks puzzled for a moment then smiles, “Guess that light in you fought back harder than I had imagined. Oh well, just means you will be a half demon and half angel, cursed to spend time between both worlds, too light and too dark to make a home in either. Enjoy!” He gave a booming cackle, and with a snap of his fingers an invisible force threw me from his castle and rolled me into the ground. My open wounds became caked with dirt and filth. Wobbling to my feet, I stubble around this god-awful land until I manage to struggle out and into the living world. I stood head down, foam frothing from my mouth, alone with barely any memories to my name. I was alone, and too the living things, I became known as Amy, a fallen angel, a disgraced president of hell, and a demon.
(603 words, and sorry it really isn't that scary, I tried my best cx)
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