Chapter 2 a nights nightmare

Killdoe and Shyther snicker as they slink thru the shadows minds joined into one sharing thought. “here we are..” smirked killdoe as she looked at the orphanage. “think about it…” started Shyther. “ hundreds of young boys in there for us to take… and enjoy…” said Shyther sending Killdoe into a crude snicker of delight. Killdoe and Shyther climb the fence and leap to the roof of the orphanage. “quiet do you want them to hear us?” snickered Killdoe as she took off her backpack and took out a sack . “what’s that for?” questioned Shyther. “for the children….its nearly Christmas” snickered Killdoe “I’ve got a present they wont soon forget…” she said as the bag inflated when she stretched it out. “lets proceed” said Shyther as she took a bag out of her sisters backpack . “yes….lets” echoed Killdoe as she strode toward the roof door. “I am loving this new you.” laughed Shyther. Killdoe laughed and quietly broke the lock on the inside of the door with her thoughts and proceeded inside.
The young boys were all asleep. Quiet and peaceful they lay behind guarded doors. ~too easy~ thought killdoe as she used her nail to pick the lock of the first door. She stepped inside and counted the boys and how big they were. “there’s enough in here for us tonight…” she whispered to Shyther. Shyther nodded and killdoe opened her jacket and popped a pill into her mouth and took a deep breath sucking almost all of the air out of the room, then as shyther plugged her nose in a joke killdoe let out the air long and slow. The air that escaped her lungs was no longer breathable, she watched as the foggy air drifted across the room and around the boys. A young boy woke up to the smell of the toxic gas and looked at the two catlike beasts standing at his door. “killdoe …one sees us…” said Shyther pointing at the boy. He gasped as Shyther dived over and breathed a fresh toxic fume of her breath into his face. He tried to hold his breath but Shythers appearance made him scream, but before he could admit a single wail the toxic gas destroyed his lungs and penetrated his blood. Killing him instantly. When killdoe watched all the boys breath in the fumes and go limp she merrily walked down the isles of beds and plucked them from their sheets and stuffed them into the bag. One boy, still alive only because he was breathing special air from a mask, was still asleep. Killdoe smirked and reached over and slit his neck with her razor claws, watched the blood trickle from his mouth and neck into the mask and over the sheets onto the floor. “hehehe” killdoe snickered “ would you like to leave the note?” asked killdoe gesturing to the boys blood. “yea …you got to leave the last one!” said Shyther as she pushed her sister out of the way and dipped her fingers into the blood and started to write on the wall with the blood.
We are the creatures of the night and we come for all
Not even your children are safe in their beds
We will be back do not try to hide we will find you
All of you

“nice touch with the pentagram” said killdoe laughing under her breath . “just to scare them a bit” snickered Shyther. “come sister we must get to the hall of the deceased to get you your new powers so you don’t have to take those retched pills” said Shyther as she picked up the sack and put it over her shoulder. “yes…. I hate the pills so much….” said Killdoe as she followed her sister out the door. When they got outside the door they left it open slightly and they snickered as they stabbed the bag and let blood streak the floor as they dragged it to the roof , leaving blood stained tracks. When they got to the top of the stairs they cut a boys head off and dropped it down the stairs and watched it roll down the hallways leaving a separate blood track back up to the stairs. Snickering they opened the door to the roof and Shyther summoned two mighty steeds to their aid. Huge demonic beasts each topping 16 feet at the shoulder with two massive heads closely resembling a crocodiles and the body of a dog and two muscular tails. “man I love being a demonic overshide” laughed Killdoe as she climbed onto the beasts back and unleashed a command in a language unknown to man but called smog to demons. “ bring me to your father, great beast where you were born, and where you will die. Bring me to hell where I can spend my days looking up at the flames” said Killdoe with a slashing tone to her voice. The beasts boasted a roar to the sky’s so the gods could hear they had succeeded in being demoted to life and sprawled the earth and took to the sky as cold rain started to drizzle from the clouds that covered the moon. Full and beautiful. The mounts called only as Countors or demonic steeds. Took the opportunity to destroy the clouds in the sky with their tainted skin sore wings. “ah.. the wind in my face and the ground far below me… just as I like it” laughed Shyther as she put her head up on her steed. “as do I this world is beautiful at night… isn’t it sister?” inquired Killdoe as she linked minds with her sister. “very” replied Shyther. She looked over the city. It was where she slept every night… where she was found…. Where she will never leave…. At least that’s what she thought before she found out she had the mark of the devil on her back . She reached back and felt it. Its crude shape on her flawless coat. ~ im a beast at heart and now I have the sign to proove it~ she thought with a smile. She looked over to her sister . Killdoe had her head on the beasts neck whispering words of pleasure to the beast, she loved animals and could please any beast with such as a word. ~ talented sister~ thought Shyther. Killdoe was tuneing her senses with the Countor which she called destribe. Shyther stared at her mount. She had never named hers . “Killdoe what should I name my Countor?” asked Shyther linking her words to her thoughts so Killdoe could hear. “desolace!” said killdoe with a smile and a bleak wink. “desolce…” thought Shyther aloud. The Countor grunted and snorted black flames and bloodlike bugs into the air in agreement. “I guess desolace it is!” said Shyther giving her steed a good pat on the neck.