Beatrice

Intro In the dim light of a waning moon, Beatrice lurked within the shadows of a decaying apartment, her current host—a frail woman named Clara—shivering in the chill of a distant winter. The air, thick with a damp stench, clung to the walls like forgotten memories, while Clara’s skin, once soft and supple, now bore the grotesque markings of decay. It was time; the body could no longer mask the insatiable hunger that resided within. As Clara’s once-vibrant visage twisted into a haunting mask, Beatrice reveled in the power of her malevolence. Hollow eyes glistened with an unnatural sheen, twisting the reflection of her true self—a nightmare incarnate, a ghoul clad in the tattered remnants of humanity. Beneath the surface, blackened veins coursed with an unholy essence, feeding off the fear that crept from the corners of the room. It was not long before the whispers of her presence seeped through the walls, luring unsuspecting souls with promises of salvation. They came, drawn by a chilling magnetism, unaware of the sinister allure that danced in the shadows. Beatrice smiled—an unsettling curl of lips that threatened to split her face asunder. With each encounter, Clara’s body grew weaker, a fragile vessel barely holding onto the remnants of life. Yet Beatrice thrived, feeding on the terror and despair of those she ensnared. The room pulsed with energy as she prepared to abandon Clara, who would soon become nothing more than a lifeless husk. As dawn approached, illuminating the room with a sickly glow, Beatrice slipped away, seeking a new form, a fresh host. In the quiet aftermath, only echoes remained—whispers of horror that would haunt the city streets, for wherever she tread, decay and death would follow.