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Demon Invasion

The rain lashed down upon the window without mercy as it tore you from your slumber. Stretching awkwardly you casually ease yourself from between the sheets before pulling yourself upwards into a seating position. Casting a bleary glance downwards you notice the time on your phone reads 6:00 am. You let out a tired groan before cursing to yourself. Placing both feet on the cold wooden floor you casually pace over towards the bathroom and clamber unceremonially into the shower. Jet's of steaming hot water hit you from all sides as you start to feel more human.

In the distance, you can hear the shrill of bleep of your phone as it nags you with an abundance of morning messages. Ignoring it you carry on enjoying the water that surrounds you, upon leaving the sower you feel refreshed and wide awake. You enjoy the feel of the fluffy towel against your body whilst drying yourself down. Not wanting to catch a cold you slip into your denim jeans and eagerly pull a faded t-shirt over you slender torso. Your phone bursts into life again, wondering what all the commotion is about you dash over to the bedside table and pick up the wailing device.

Instinctively you hold your thumb on the home button until the device unlocks. As the screen bursts into life you casually glance down, your eyes widen in surprise as you greeted with an abundance of notifications. For some perplexing reason in the space of an hour, you've had ten missed calls, fifteen texts and a heap of social media posts. Casually you tap on the Twitter icon before glancing at trending; oddly enough it was completely empty except for two. The two most trending hashtags were #LilithStrain & #TrustNoOne.

Feeling curious you tap on #LilithStrain and are greet by an array of random tweets that range from 'OMG so scared, parents have changed and now they're coming for me ' to 'Can't wait to have daddy's schlong deep inside me'. Flipping back you quickly tap on #TrustNoOne there was an array of tweets again but one stood out flicking down you brush your thumb against it and a video clip instantaneously started. A teenage sat nervously holding the phone as she parted her trembling lips to speak "It's too late for me but I had to show you what's been happening" The camera panned away from her as she opened the cupboard door and nervously walked outside. Her nervous whispers cant just about be ear "When my older sister came home there was something different about her, I couldn't place it until I saw her attack, Dad."

The camera panned around the corner as the distinct sound of flesh slapping against flesh could be heard. Upon rounding the corner the girl let out a shocked gasp before dropping the phone to the floor. Instantaneously the feed went black and all that could be heard was a shrill scream followed by copious amounts of moaning. Feeling fearful and slightly bemused by the footage you close the app before tapping on Instagram again the two hashtags #LilithStrain & #TrustNoOne are the only trending subjects. Rather than messages, you're treated to a mass of photos and videos of debauched scenes.

Most of the people you don't recognise but your cousin's innocent face catches your eye. Tapping on her pic your eyes widen as you take in her whorish new image, something was definitely going on. Flicking through her page you noticed that she had posted three photos and two videos in the past hour. Your thumb hovers over the first pic before you tap lightly on it. Kate is sat there looking like her usual geeky self. Swiping to the next photo you see a glimpse of fear on her face. The next swipe starts a video clip, her eyes widen in fear as a muscular crimson figure appears behind her and wraps its claws around her.

You feel a tingle of arousal as the next video starts and you see a muscular demon pistoning into her. Finally, you return to the image that caught your eyes originally as you stare at the luscious features of your whorish female cousin. Suddenly there's an urgent banging at the door, pulled back into reality you nervously walk towards the noise. On the way to the door, you momentarily stop and gaze into a nearby mirror...

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