A scream erupts From my throat, as constricted as the dome Of the sky, drawing closer. Above me, the world turns To black. Occasional flashes reveal the thirteen Demons, now naked as well, dancing on my tombstone. My descent halts As a dove's form coalesces from the light. The demons shriek shrilly, angrily, and my Seductress, her face torn by her scowl, leaps upward from my grave, suddenly transforming Into an eagle.
Talons streak across the sky, the dove dodging Their lethal points.
The eagle dives for her pret, cutting A swath through its wing. Drops of vibrant red Drip to the ground. One splatters on a demon's face, which contorts in Agony as the incubus disolves and dies The wounded dove spirals slowly downward, beating her good Wing furiously. The eagle swoops above, poised for another attack. She squawks And lunges from the dove's neck.