The Demon Trap

The Kolongs were the most peaceful community on the living planet. They preyed, ate and survived. The former was a community and latter were a cult. It still drives the inhumates crazy. 

Housing the miserable and deeds alike was the personality of Kolongs. Having nothing to do with violence, they introspected their actions and tried to bring about changes. The change was the last...

On the very last day of the longed plan, heat was pouring the blanket upon the heads of the tribe, the humidity creating designs on face with mystical mists. The day was outshining the deeds this time since Netharvale was busy scanning the destructions of world. Demons were on it. Why wouldn't they be. They weren't ordinary feasting beasts only visible to the world in dark. They were the dragons who fueled the flames with their physiological demeanor. Their eyes rolled about like the axis of earth, differentiating in every aspect. While the axis was a point of study, they were a pivotal distraction of humanity. The stringed straps of their body indicated the width and depth of their intents. Their glare fractured the body and paws preceded the superheroes. The wind bowed down like a servant, flocking like a carpet for their grand entry into the era.

They were not created fictions. Rather, they were magically acclaimed. One fine day was the last plan of a massive change...

The Kolongian people worked hard to earn a life in the jungles which hated them the most. They were cursed by the enchanter. Everything which they manifested broke like glass and their emotions splashed like water which too evaporated due to hidden rage within them. Afterall, they couldn't endure it all on their own. The day waved a goodbye without any expectations from them. The night came in happily to hug and give them a hope. The eyes turned red, the hands in a stir, they mastered the storm, they called in the clouds, the universe broke down and the clouds came down. The staircase like gesture, that too from nature, gave them the gateway for the eradication of the earthlings. Mumbling prayers of poison, they fired the rounds. Sticks erupted with fire lighted like bulbs glowing in mountains. The island resembled the forest fire of 50s yet creating a beautiful scenery of horrifying history. Pinds were laid and people settled. Cross legged, hands swayed out like wings, they began chanting. The stones turned in first, the ceramic beauty underlined the threats, the trees requested for a pause, the dust covered their mouths and within a second light luminated the bodies of a cult who are now none other than the tamers of titans. 

The bodies lay dead yet alive, taking up the anonymous skeletal structure of a savage. The teeth came in like the bones of the ancient beings, the eyes doubled in mass, the body circling like a shell within the earth and mouth poisoning with spits of death. Rising high in sky, they paved towards the world until everything was crying... They mastered upon the art of cruelty, adopting the daunting task of swallowing the corps. At last, nothing remained but them. 

They are around you stalking... Repeating every phrase that will kneel you down to thoughts. The demons within heart speak the greatest truth. Lay firm, they speak.