the woods at night

I bite my lip to keep from making any noise as the night animals sing their songs and dance in the light of the waning moonlight.

I can't make a single noise. Otherwise they'll notice and it'll all be ruined.

The night animals are doing their nightly ritual. Every night, I creep silently down to the forest and hide behind the big birch tree next to the circle where the nightshade blooms.

I look at my watch, which glows faintly in the dark. 11:59:40.

Twenty seconds later, the forest comes alive.

The wolf howling in front of me is black, with these creepy red eyes. I named her Eviana, the name of feminine sin. She's the first one to change, growing taller and more humanoid until a teenage girl with black hair and pale skin takes her place.

An oak tree standing alone in the corner fleshens until it turns into a brunette boy with emerald eyes. Young Heart, about my age, stands and looks at his companions through glasses, then begins to sway and sing.

The spider on the ground largens until it's a six-foot tall man with black hair and gold eyes. Araneus glances around, emotionless, until another spider, his younger sister Chne, drops down behind him in all her black beauty.

They're all deathly beautiful, but there's one thing. All of their eyes are black instead of white, making their irises glow in the night light.

Soon enough, all the animals and even some plants have changed and are in a circle of rhythm and song, waiting for the God and Goddess to join them.

Then they come.

A small, pale fox glowing with a dark aura flutters down, folding majestic wings against his body. Soon enough, a boy about my age with flaxen hair materialises, red eyes glowing against black behind glasses with obsidian rims. Linus, meaning "flaxen" in Latin, smiles and bows to the changelings waiting for him in the circle as he folds his pale wings.

Meanwhile, a raven with an aura of heavenly light descends from the sky amidst murder of crows, red eyes flashing. A girl about my age with raven-black hair stands imposingly next to her brother, giant black wings glowing blue and purple in the moonlight. Engel narrows her bloodred eyes, her black ponytail flowing in the wind.

Then Linus catches my eye and nods once.

Twice.

I walk up to him and Engel, cutting through the crowd of changelings and arriving in front of the devil and the angel.

Then we all begin to dance.

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There's a legend here, where I live.

If you go into the woods at midnight, the forest will come alive.

Then the devil fox and the angel raven will welcome you into their deathly embraces...

And you'll dance to the song of the moon

Whisper the words of the rain

Die in a midnight of pleasure

Then do it all over again