Insanity by A.C. Wolfe

Black hair, like ravens flying into the night, decorates my head. It's short, spiked, and streaked with white. My skin is dark, dark with all the lives I've tainted with my presence. Bloodred nails as sharp as the knives you kill with. Eyes black and beady like a scorpion, my sting is worse than my bark. Seductive in that scary way, I draw the souls in and take them, replace them with a demon. Make you see things. All your friends and family hate you, so kill them. Kill everyone. I whisper commands into the husks, and they carry it out like mindless zombies - which I suppose they are, as I've taken their life away from them. My white dress shines in the moonlight, but by morning it will be dyed red by the blood of the slain. So I suppose it's DIED red, ahhahahahhaha. My slender fingers leave no fingerprint. They are gloved by the hands of mortals, acting upon my will.

But hey, I can guarantee, you'll enjoy your last moments when you dedicate them to me.