3 Deadly Drabbles - Neon Gothik

Weird little tales based on image prompts

Answered Prayer

She sits on the church floor, staring up at the massive cross and begging for forgiveness. Her whole body trembles, the shudders sending droplets of blood onto the pristine floor of the holy place.

Head bowed, eyes closed, she whispers a prayer to a higher being, only to send out a signal to something lower, something darker.

The church fills with a sull red light, the rays spreading out from behind the altar. The cross groans, as though in mortal pain, as it begins to turn. When she opens her eyes, the cross is inverted, a horned figure looking down.

The Rave

The final notes of the techno music have long since faded into silence. The neon lights inside the converted temple flicker, an electric hum emanating from the brightly colored bulbs like some muted Gregorian chant.

The floor is slick with blood and a mass of bodies fused together as one. It all started with a rave, then an orgy that quickly became a bloodbath.

The people who made it out, crusted blood around their ears, spoke of a noise and an escape from creeping madness. They feel lucky to be alive, but they know the sound will come for them.

Lust For Love

They are drawn to her like a moth to a flame, all more than willing to fly into her radiant light. She looks like an angel to most, but with an edge of danger that excites every man in the club.

Her skin appears almost translucent, the tattoos on her arms appearing to move in the glow from the pulsing lights. A cigarette hangs from the corner of her mouth, and she smiles as a suitor moves closer.

He is nervous, but he manages to say his name. She leans in close and whispers in his ear, “Call me Succubus.”