Distorted Creatures

The face in front of me was grotesque and distorted, reflecting the dark magic that courses through his veins.

I knew it was dark magic, because I could see it.

Dark green like liquid that pulsed like blood in his veins, but wasn't actually blood.

I couldn't even tell what it was.

The green liquid within it's veins were bulging and writhing like living serpents beneath the surface.

His face was distorted too, with sunken cheeks and a twisted cruel grin that seemed to split his face into two parts.

He raised a pointed nose at me—too long and pointed to be real, but still a lot like a real nose, just with the same green undertone in it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Madeline." He said my name with a gnarly voice that sounded sharp, but bitter.

Like a coarse material rubbing over my ears when he spoke. "What—what are you?" I stuttered a breath, and pushed backwards.

My feet refused to mo