Breaking Descent: Temptress Soldier by Engulfed Insanities

Act OneYears later after Hamilton was found laying belly up as nothing more than a sad excuse of a man with a hole where his face used to be, his daughter still remembers that evening as though it had just happened. Mille is no longer the gender inquiring leggy little sex kitten with big wishful dreams of the future she was; she has matured into a sex kitten with no taste in men whatsoever, and an extremely disturbing dark side. From the sixth grade lunchroom into the urban battlefields of Iraq she has forever changed. And with her the entire planet did as well.

In 2012 (a year before “Temptress Born”) during the last months of the year of the Iraq War as we knew was drawing to real ending, so another could begin, a more ferocious and diabolical one. It is not known publically whom is responsible, or if there is actually anyone to blame for the “Second Coming Event” as it is referred to in secret military papers that will never see the light of day. What is known publically is that the Iraqis, The United States and every other Middle Eastern country were fighting side by side against an incredibly aggressive enemy. Hell had quiet literally spat itself from the Earth. Video documents show that in Damascus, the entire city was swallowed up by the Earth, and from that vast mouth the Earth had yawned open, demons of all sizes and shapes crawled out and the night was something to fear again. What started as a small skirmish with local law enforcement escaladed very rapidly into a global war unlike anything seen before. The “Second Coming” poured from Iraq and into Syria and all of Iraq’s neighbors.

Mille had become a part of this war. She jumped into the Army as soon as she could when she turned 16; at that time the War called upon all able bodied adults by world standards to fight against the horde. Her instinct became her greatest weapon, and her intelligence kept her alive. She was called “Scuddy” by her CO because of her ability to strike a target and completely obliterate it and anything nearby. Her experience with her father had made her among many other things, a blood thirsty hound of war.

The smell of something thick and sickly catches her attention. Then a sound—a low hum or gurgle of something, almost like the growl of a dog before he is killed while fighting another. In that thought she knows exactly what it is. Stepping back for a moment feeling the weight of her body armor shift and readjust. She catalogues every thing she had on her body in less than a second. She feels fear, and knows exactly how to use it. Two seconds pass.

“Mother fucker”, she whispers.

She pulls around the corner and unloads her m18 into the head of the beast: bone and grey matter burst into a plume of crimson. The thing tries to scream, but instead its body thrashes and twists violently. It gurgles from a nearly decapitated torso. Empty shells hit the ground and made a satisfying noise. “Almost as good as Sunday hymns”, she thought.

Three hours prior.

Honey dew. It taste like angels ought to taste. She caught herself falling asleep. She had been separated from her battalion for a few hours now. An hour out here by yourself meant that you might have a chance as long as you can find someone. Two hours is a death sentence, and anything else beyond that was unheard of. These things were everywhere. They hid in the shadows and some could fly while others could smash apart walls by looking at them, and a few were as large as tanks. It didn’t matter she thought, it didn’t matter what they looked like or did or how big they were, none of them, not one of them were invincible to bullets or fire or the blade. They all bled, and that’s what they all had in common, and that is all that mattered. They can all die and go back to hell. She could think that because she made it this long.

The air was cool. And dry. Nothing like home she thought. Nothing at all like that fucking shit hole. At least here for her she felt distance from that place, and what had happened there. She felt her heart jump as the distant howl of some distance monster broke the silence of the night. Just breathe and think of Sticks. Sticks was still alive being a big dumb brute and slobbering over everything back home. Her only friend in the world was thousands miles away, and safe with her mom. She often thought of Sticks and kept a tiny loc of fur around her neck hidden in a Native American satchel that her teacher had given her as a parting gift years ago. The dog saved her from her father that night, and just the thought of him never failed to make her feel safer. The sound of Gunships flying over head pulled her away from her thoughts.

“Fuck, its going to be a long night.”

Thing is there never was a sunrise in Abu Grave. Thick ugly grey clouds blotted out the sunlight. It was always cold here, but never freezing. The dry desert air made it easy to breath and run. And run she did, fast and hard. There was no quarrel for her. Anything and everything that got in her way was either shot or sliced into pieces. These demons were rarely ever coordinated and most were as intelligent as primates, or as lucky a really damn lucky dogs. What made them feared was their ferocity and bloodlust.

Mille hid in a shattered parking complex. Concrete and exposed steel beams held together by only sheer will—if buildings had a will to begin with. War was an ugly thing. And she was a beautiful thing in it. May god have mercy on those in the wake of her wrath. It was only a second she thought, only a second to at least close her eyes. She awoke to screams.

Howling demons and the screams of a girl rattled her bones and made a shiver run up her spine. No. She thought. No. It wasn’t her, it was echoing from the pit of the building—from beneath the complex. The basement level. She got up and double checked her gear. She moved fast and agile like a wolf in a moonlit night. She found where the screams where coming from– a tiny hole in collapsed ruble. She peeked in.

A demon with a strange design had a girl pinned against the wall—it looked like an on odd ugly combination of an anorexic gorilla and a furless dog with pale ugly skin. It drooled over the girl making strange other worldly grunts and Mille thought for a second she heard it coo. Memories of finding those blank discs haunted her, and right now it felt like a storm of phantoms raping her mind… it looked as if looking into another world, one almost as distorted and distant as the world she peered into from behind the screen on a shitty Russian camera recording all those years ago, and like before, she could not help but watch– compelled but not powerless to what she witnessing. The demon grinned an ugly grin at the girl. It was a scene from the world where Milles had her nightmares, but only this was no nightmare.

The girl’s body was naked and riddled with bruises and blood dripping from minor cuts with the majority of them along her forearms and legs. Her light mahogany skin suggested she was Middle Eastern and the she spoke in some form Syrian. Mille couldn’t understand the dialect she was uttering, but she could tell the girl was terrified and angry, spitting what sounded like very ugly words at the beast that held her. The thing was entertained by his prey as it fought back in futile little gestures and protests. Mille guessed the girl was around the age of fifteen judging solely on her little developing form: plump little breasts, long forming hips that held a curvy little rump that looked harder than steel, and legs that went for miles. For moment Mille was taken aback, the girl was beautiful she thought, and her eyes. Her eyes were GREY! But the girl’s whimpers soon brought her back to the hellish scene unfolding before her eyes.

The demon apparently shared the same thought too with its hellishly grotesque dick hanging rock hard from betweens its slender legs. It wasn’t a huge dick, just a monstrous looking one that looked like very animal like. It looked like it would hurt anything it entered. The demon’s penis had what looked like tiny white worms squirm around the base of the thing, and it was pulsating red and purple. The thing was so hard it hurt. For a moment Mille caught sight of a bright red cone shaped thing poke out where the slit of the penis but then quickly retreated before she could get a good look.

“Fuck, that doesn’t look too pleasant”, whispered. She had the advantage of surprise, and had just rested up. She could take him she thought… after he finishes with her. It wasn’t that Mille was a cold blooded monster, but rather a extremely hot blooded women in heat about certain things. Things like this don’t happen often. She was going to enjoy the show and save the day. What more could a girl want to do?

The demon whirled the girl around, she squealed as it did. Her naked form pressed firmly against the wall with the raging horny as fuck demon behind her. The demon with one hand picked up a piece of broken rebar and put the girl’s hand together so that the overlapped one another against the wall palm first, then like a surgeon rammed the rebar into her hands impaling them on the wall. Blood and screams shattered the quiet desolate hallways of the war torn complex. Without hesitation the demon pulled the girl’s legs up with each hand and the demon pauses for a moment to observe his catch. Blood flowed down from her hands onto her arms and down her chest, slowing dripping down from her tits. Sweat from fear and pain made her body glisten beautifully with the orange glow of distant flames. The pain she felt was insane, and she prayed that it would over be quick. The demon knew this and took pleasure in knowing she was at least half correct.