The Ornate Dagger

Alecia didn’t expect much. After all it was just a letter opener.

The demonic creature laughed and threw the ball of darkness at her. It hit her directly in the chest.

She felt a horrible burning as her insides were on fire. Her body felt like it was made of paper and she knew the ball was meant to kill her. She felt her organs wither. Things that should never feel pain hurt.

She clutched the dagger tightly, as if her life depended on it. The world went dark and she felt her consciousness enter the dagger.

She heard the vibration of demonic laughter. She felt it’s foul flesh touch her skin. She felt it enter her. She readied herself.

As the demon went deeper inside her she found she could see again. She caught a glimpse of the demon sliding his black flesh into her empty arm skin and realized he was planning on wearing her like a disguise.

She found herself on the barren rocky plain of the demons mind. She readied herself. As he finished sliding on her skin, he appeared on the barren plain. She attacked him with the dagger. Her dream self took him utterly by surprise. She buried it deep in his chest.

Despite the wound, he hit her hard enough for her to see stars. The demon was hurt and slowed. Still it came at her. A cut here a blow there, it was slowly winning.

The demon scored a blow to her chest and she fell. She played possum, waiting for the enraged demon to attack her. It didn’t disappoint. Sensing the kill it charged at her. At the last moment she swung the knife and slit his throat.

He hung there dead, inches away from a killing blow.

Slowly she began to get control of the body, the demon inside her skin. She opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror.

She looked the same. She wondered if it had all been a dream. Only shards of discolored glass on the floor made her believe otherwise.

A tiredness crept over her. She needed to rest to adjust. She laid down in bed hoping for a quick nap.

As sleep took her, she dreamed the dreams of the monster in her skin.