Introduction

Name - Raikan

Monster type - My species name is too difficult for a human to pronouce. The human mouth and tongue do not have the correct structure to produce the combinations of sounds that make up words in my language. In the simplest terms, you may think of me as a Soul Feeder.

Favorite Food - Well, given my name, the answer to this would be obvious. But for those who are slow, my favorite food would be the human soul. When it's happy, when it's scared, but especially the soul of one who is despairing is the best of all. The taste is exquisite, sweet, unparalleled.

This is me in my home. It is an arid place, devoid of moisture or cool breezes. But that's okay. I like it like that. In fact, I thrive on the heat. I enjoy lying on the warm rocks, waiting for a worthy soul to take.

Scream my Pretty. Scream loud. There is no one to hear you. No one to help. Your soul will be a treasure, for you have suffered a long time. Now, your suffering is over, and I will feed.

You may call me a monster if you wish. Or even a demon. But I, too, have needs. If your life feels hopeless, I will smell you, and await the sweet taste of your soul on my lips.

My Life

All about me? I'd be delighted to tell you about myself. There are others like me, but they live far away, each having their own 'section' of the earth to patrol. We are immortals - as endless as time itself.Okay, sometimes it does get a little dull, and I have to find ways to entertain myself. But often, there's a soul I'm watching...waiting for. I'm going to tell you about Isabella Church. I believe I was just about to feed upon her delectable soul when you last came to visit.

I've been watching Isabella from her childhood. When she was eight, she accidentally bumped into her mother who was perched at the top of the stairs, trying to hang a family portrait. As a result, Jennifer tumbled down the stairs. By some freak accident, she snapped her neck, and died instantly.

Isabella's father blamed her for his wife's death. Not a day went by that Isabella wasn't reminded how horrible she was. This is the face she grew up looking at, and so her despair deepened.

As a young adult, she was engaged to a man she was crazy about. Life was looking good for her, she could finally put the demons of her past behind her. Or so she thought. She came home early from work one day to surprise Greg, but she was the one who was surprised.

Now she is mine. Don't worry, Isabella. Your pain has come to an end. Now you will feel nothing. Think of me as...your savior. Your hungry savior.

Despite what you may think, souls do have calories. And I can never get enough. Now tell me the truth. Does my ass look fat in this?

A Spooky Tale - lyrics to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'

It’s Close To Midnight And Something Evil’s Lurking In The Dark
Under The Moonlight You See A Sight That Almost Stops Your
Heart You Try To Scream But Terror Takes The Sound Before You Make It
You Start To Freeze As Horror Looks You Right Between The Eyes, You’re Paralyzed



You Hear The Door Slam And Realize There’s Nowhere Left To Run
You Feel The Cold Hand And Wonder If You’ll Ever See The Sun
You Close Your Eyes And Hope That This Is Just Imagination
But All The While You Hear The Creature Creepin’ Up Behind You’re Out Of Time

Night Creatures Call And The Dead Start To Walk In Their Masquerade

There’s No Escapin’ The Jaws Of The Alien This Time (They’re Open Wide)

This Is The End Of Your Life

They’re Out To Get You, There’s Demons Closing In On Every Side

They Will Possess You Unless You Change The Number On Your Dial

Now Is The Time For You And I To Cuddle Close Together

All Thru The Night I’ll Save You From The Terror On The Screen, I’ll Make You See

Darkness Falls Across The Land

The Midnite Hour Is Close At Hand

Creatures Crawl In Search Of Blood

To Terrorize Y’awl’s Neighbourhood

And Whosoever Shall Be Found

Without The Soul For Getting Down

Must Stand And Face The Hounds Of Hell

And Rot Inside A Corpse’s Shell

The Foulest Stench Is In The Air, The Funk Of Forty Thousand Years

And Grizzy Ghouls From Every Tomb Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom

And Though You Fight To Stay Alive Your Body Starts To Shiver

For No Mere Mortal Can Resist The Evil Of The Thriller

A Halloween Bash

I love Halloween. What better time of year for a demon to have a party? To celebrate that inner demon within all of us. And if you actually are a demon, how could it get any better than that?

Now who's gorgeous? *Kiss* Are you gorgeous? Are you? Of course you are. You are the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the outer rings of hell. Hey - do you mind? I need a moment of privacy with...my reflection.

What can I say about Lena? She is one smokin' demon. She was hot before hot was...hot."Hey, Lena. Wanna get down and funky?"

"Bite me."

"If only, baby, if only."

Oh man, shot down. That's a bummer to the extreme. And by Lena. Sigh! I guess I'll end up alone tonight. I think I'll go hit the buffet table. I don't really need to eat traditional mouth chewing food, as I suck the soul out of my victims for sustenance, but sometimes it's fun to gnaw on a turkey leg or let jello slide down my throat. Ooh! I think there's even some potato salad!

Mmm. I never knew ginger ale was so good. It's so...fizzy. Wait a minute. Who's that? She's the most gorgeous demon I've ever seen. She's even more gorgeous than me! Excuse me, I'm going in for a closer look.

Hot, hot, hot! Her name is Kalla. Just look at that skin. It's like someone rubbed powdered sapphires all over her perfect body. It glistens under the light. And her hair! A shimmering midnight/royal blue. Her deep azure eyes are deeper than any earthly ocean I've ever seen. And Kalla is a fantastic dancer. She actually seems to like me. Turn up the music, Ramone! My feet feel happy!

The music is hopping, the bass echoing through the floor beneath dancing feet. People, oblivious to their surroundings, sway, jump, gyrate, or flop to the rythym - whichever way the music moves them. Kalla and I dance all night. She's hypnotizing. She's an enchantress, casting her spell over me. I can't resist her. Could this be demon love? We dance until we are too tired to move. The party eventually dwindles and the others start to leave. I give Kalla my address and invite her to stop by anytime. I want to know more about her.

Oh, my head. The next morning, the sun shines much too brightly. I'm left with a mess of monstrous proportions. The demons ripped through the buffet table, drank everything from the bar, left trash all over the floor, broke one of my dancing skeletons so its arm swings at an awkward angle, dispersed my favorite cobwebs, and emptied my punch barrel. I think they even used all the bubble stuff in my bubble blower. But you know what? It was worth it. I met Kalla. I hope she wasn't a dream.Why are you talking so loud? Go away. Let me die in peace.