Aradia is in a contest! :D

So, I'm entering the halloween writing contest at our school, and I wanted your guys opionions before I submit it. The reason it's so short is that they told us we had to keep it around 500 words, so the editors didn't have to read 20 3000 word pieces. So, yes. Here you go. :3

Death’s voice

I am the whisper. The voice that urges you on, betting on the lives of those not my own. I am the red devil, sitting on your shoulder and willing you to do wrong. Hysteria is my sustenance, and insanity my very life force. I am immortal, for I am not one of this inadequate world. I am woven in and out, throughout history, ingrained as deeply in the human essence as life itself. I feed off your power, and make it my own. I am a parasite.

I am death’s voice.

Today, I come for you. A mere child, so young in comparison to me, who has lived for all of eternity, and shall continue until the end. You are a mortal, and I have come to prove that. A dark robe, my apparel, barely skirts the ice-cold marble tiles in my wake as I approach. My finely tuned ears pick up the sound of you inhaling and exhaling quietly, in deep sleep. Watching through another’s eyes, I have decided that your time has come. Empty soul encasing yours, I merge our beings as one. Pathetically oblivious to the supernatural events occurring, and the ones yet to come, your slumber continues unperturbed.

Gently, so as not to arouse suspicion, I probe your mind, taking your memories and making them my own. You won’t care, not once this job is done, anyway. That’s all this- just another task on a moonless night. From your mind, I take it your live near the ocean, with sea-swept cliffs on either side of your house. A long fall, to be sure, with jagged spires of granite waiting for one at the bottom. A sure, painful, yet quick death. Perfect for you.

You awaken, as slow as all of your fellow humans, with the same dull wit and monotonous thoughts. Sluggishly, your mind starts to process some minor, inexplicably simple things that any sane being would take in right away. Where am I? Your own house, stupid. Why am I cold? Because you don’t have a blanket. People like you are all the same. Come to think of it, all people are the same to me. Disgusted, I pull away from your wasted mind. Back to business.

“Come on now, let’s go for a walk. It won’t hurt a bit.” I offer, using one of my many gifts- compulsion. This doesn’t work against higher minded creatures such as myself, that use the full capacity of our brains, and set up barriers against those kind of things. Of course, it passes by our friend here without a hitch. You can barely think, trapped in a thick fog, a dream-like daze. Unsure whether you still wake or sleep, you stumble to right on the ledge of the cliffs. As they near, you manage one last panicked thought, through the haze of nothingness, enveloping you like a warm blanket. Comforting even. I- You, lean over, but I am already gone.

Gone you fall over the edge, into the dark chasm.

Gone before your body hits the sharp claws of rocks below.

And gone before you are.