My name is Ruby Chaperon. I am an orphan girl, who’s looked after by my Grandmother. There are many stories of me, of who I am and what happened to me. They have been warped over centuries, millennia. People didn’t want you to know what happened, they took away your power, they took away your knowledge, and they took away the truth. I’m here to restore it. This is the real story, of red riding hood.

I walked through the forest, following the small dusty trail of dirt that spun through the forest like a web of mystery, showing me the way I needed to go. I passed several small cottages, each having small wooden walls, the thatched roofs cascading over the painted oaken pieces of beauty. Small roses grew around the door, the thorns hardly noticeable compared to the intricate designs of the rose petals forming over one another, how cliché! I arrived nearer to my Grandmother’s cottage, the glow of the leaves fell over my shoulders like an emerald river, the sun’s rays tumbling through the thick blanket of plants over head.

I arrived at my Grandmother’s cottage and knocked on the solid oak door that emitted a deep thud... Rapped on the door again, having had no answer. The door slowly swung open, the hinge creaking with a high pitched wail, the rusty metal of the frame letting off a small powder of reddish metal that fell to the floor in a cloud of dust. I slowly walked in through the cavernous opening of the cottage, trotted along curiously, and stopped at the end of the shortening corridor, to the closed door that had an unusual tint to it, a deadly looking glow of green energy...It seeped through the cracks of the thin door, the wood pulsating with the energy, as if they were one.

Opening the door, my eyes bulged out of their sockets, the scene that was before me, too repulsively shocking to take in. The room covered in blood, as if messy hordes of demonic firemen had come in and sprayed out the life with their soul-killing hoses. Sticky substances dripped from the walls, causing puddles of ooze to slowly circle out over the carpet, staining it with what was the life of a poor, sorry victim – Who was it?

My grandmother lay on the floor, but it took me a few seconds to recognise her. Her face torn to shreds, the flesh bulging over the tears that went straight through into her skull, the cracked bone poking out of the fissure that was her head. A small jet of blood still flew from her head, reaching a foot in height before crashing over her red, deadly face... If you could call it a face. It wasn’t much of a face, her old wrinkled skin could had been pulled straight from her skull, you could see the torn fleshy pieces of skin left on it, some of the muscle extruding from beneath it, showing the bare brittle bone that was once my grandmother. Her eye balls were... Not eye balls, they’d been popped and removed, the small nerves poking out of her eye sockets, some of the gooey liquid still surrounding the small hole that was once so full of life.

Her body was still, yet unlike her head it was on the other side of the room... A great sack of flesh...The lifeless body crumpled over its self, blood pumped out of its shattered chest, tears and rips in the skin allowed it to escape in jets, the shower of deathly substance spurted around her that caused a large puddle of blood to circle over her body, which continued to grow. Her arms were missing; I don’t know why I didn’t see it... Probably the shock of seeing her body... Teeth marks lay over her torn flesh that slightly covered the cracked bones that used to attach to her arms, blood spurted from them also, adding to the deadly pool of horror. Her legs were simply soggy pieces of ragged, shabby flesh that produced from her thighs, red and sticky, the juices of the flesh that mixed with the red amber-like liquid, which caused an odd substance to cascade into the floor over her “legs” like a human waterfall of her soul, which slowly seeped from her deceased, obsolete body.

I felt a sharp pain shooting down from my head; my body became warm before collapsing down into the floor, blacking out from the excruciating feeling that was my assailant, an incomprehensible amount of detrimental energy passed through my brain, too unbearable to even perceive what I felt. My body fell limp on the floor, my unconscious state left me unable to even defend myself, not even able to see who had done this to me.

My eyes slowly started to flicker open; a foggy haze covered my field of vision. I saw a blob of black in front of me, with tendrils of the same surrealistic green energy sparking out of him. My eyes started focus, the clouds of deception clearing from my eyes. The grey blob wasn’t a blob at all, they were wings. The wings were attached to a human looking person, but just from looking at him you could tell that he wasn’t from this world, let alone this universe. His eyes were wide yet narrow at the same time, with large black pupils which seemed to pierce through your body instead of looking at you. He had a bare chest – I mean, where can you buy clothes with holes that’ll fit wings? His skin was a weird colour, an olive tan yet it had a weird shadow about it. As if someone had sprayed his skin with a tan of the void less blackness of space. The wings were sharp, metal yet black. Carved pieces of shiny meteor which had been connected to his frame to form wings of clanking blades. He was covered with muscle and broad shouldered – with a mop of kept black hair sitting above them which seemed to cover his face, which just added another air of mystery to him. I felt impossible. This all felt impossible. You heard stories of angels coming down to people, saving them, taking them to our God, but nothing like this. This angel was deathly, like a real life Beezlebub. He must have been eight feet tall? Slim but built as I said. He had shadows over his eyes more than anywhere which accentuated the deep wide pupils he had.

He reached down to grasp me in one hand, not surprisingly being able to life me up with a single one. He brought me into his body, with a little bit of resistance from me. It did nothing to him, to affect him; he carried on as if I was a dead weight. And that’s all I was to him, I might as well as fallen asleep for all the help I could for myself. His wings slowly closed into his back and starting to wrap around us, the clanging of the metal beating against his body. The two wings seemed to seal together around the edges, which turned into a massive egg shell over our bodies. Darkness engulfed my body for a few seconds, until the blackness of the wings started to glow inside (and perhaps out) bringing a luminous energy of destructive energy around our bodies. His body blazed an olive luminosity, the emerald green assault of power clashed against the sticky red rubies that seemed to be splattered over the walls. Soon our body was swallowed by the power of his magic, the wings folded in on us, taking us out of reality. The fiendish energy that leaked from him sent negative shockwaves down me. He grasped me to his blasphemous chest, as if he was trying to keep me safe? The electrified jade hellfire engulfed our bodies, which sent paralytic waves of power over me. There was a sharp pop as reality seemed to leave me  What good was reality when it was as far away as my chances of escaping? My body warped and liquefied, shrunk and grew, turning into a distorted mess of limbs and shrieks. Reality hit me hard, quite literally, my body returning to normal in an agonizing second of twisting and turning of body parts. The reality of the situation was overwhelming, flooding my brain, taking my focus away from everything apart from one thing, what’s going to happen next?

His wings unsealed, spreading out wide before folding back into his back. This revealed yet another number of incredulous questions. It was as if we had been suddenly absorbed away by this anomalous energy, consuming my soul and hope.  Showing a universe that conflicted that of my own, a world that is massively more repulsive than the scene of my Grandmothers, too grotesquely out of the ordinary, one that defied the rules of physics, creatures of...
The angelic demon spoke for the first time; presenting the insides of his mouth for the first time, showing serrated pieces of noxious fatality that I would have called blades, he probably just called them teeth. His voice was rough yet soft at the same time, an angelic growl of harmony and chaos. He allowed thin smile to form under the shadows of his facial expression, which seemed to make him look worse, more terrifying than his emotionless frown.

“Welcome to hell...”

The emerald green glare of the magic was jumped past me. Grasped claws of the weird angelic man still clung over my body. Split seconds later the energy of the weird cultish manoeuvre dissipates in the air around us, from its engulfed embrace. It had left us in a world which seemed to have answered a few questions for me evidently; it had raised an abundant amount of new ones... Where was I exactly? I instantaneously looked up, to check out my surroundings.
  The sky was a prison of darkness, letting the light break free but it trapped the eerie cling of the shadows inside with us. It was as if someone had gotten a mesh of hatred and aggression, enclosed it around the sky, and had ensnared us within its ostensibly endless embrace of atmospheric emotion. The floor was just an epitome of the skies emotional disruptions, a glossy black tile of glacial stone that emanated further furore into us. Not only that, but it rebounded the power of the sky back up into the atmosphere, further making it to push against us. The pounded aggression and hatred was hitting me from all directions. There were prism-like objects, which had obtruded from the ground, on matched conjoint poles. The black shiny flora appeared to just amplify the horrific energy that ricocheted around my body. I followed them with my eyes along the ground, until my view was obscured by a blasphemous, devilish, hirsute beast.

Whilst I stared at him, he seemed different. I noticed changes in him, his physical appearance. His eyes glowed a more vibrant blackness (if that’s even possible?) and his muscles. They rippled with a vibe of negative pulsed energy. Those vivid black eyes, eternal holes of incredulous intent, peered at me– no, into me. I felt awkward, weird. My breath’s increased. I couldn’t control it. I felt so irrational.  What had happened to me? What was he doing to me?!
My body started to tingle. I felt numb, yet painful feeling at the same time. Searing pain shot through my body. I feel to the floor with a howl of agony. I writhed in pain. I heard the Beast chuckle down on me. He was enjoying this. He enjoyed my anguish. My body felt like it was going to explode. It did.

My body felt like it was expanding. It literally was growing outwards. My petite form bursting with newly found muscles which pushed tightly against my skin – until it ripped. Torn skin lay across my body, hanging from me. I shook on the floor, overcome by the torture. I heard the clash of metal against metal, before I noticed the unfathomable pain. It felt as if someone had dug their fingers into my skin and ripped the last pieces that were attached to me apart. I noticed what they were – metal wings, but they were a silvery colour, more elegant, more... Light. They were glowing a weird force that was familiar, as if it were ubiquitous to my life. Small droplets of blood enclosed around the base of the wings, trickling down my skin – or lack of. I was surprised that my muscles weren’t flopping out of me, or bleeding, but there was a weird glint off of them. New skin started to grow in its place, it seemed thicker, but darker to my normal pale complexion. I felt lighter too, more elegant, more flexible... More in balance with myself.

The transformation – if that’s what you want to call it? – had brought me out of a state of shock. Visions of my grandmother, laying across the floor, in more than one piece, her guts everywhere, blood spattered was and ceilings, it was too much for me. I stared across at this man, who thought he was powerful, who thought he knew what he was doing. My eyes burnt fiery holes through him, like piercing blades, with a single word which echoed through my head like the sound of an ungodly thunder.

Revenge!

He must of realised the flickers of eternalised vengeance in my eyes, because his mouth opened a second time, showing me his angelic words of demonization.

“Calm down, my fair maiden,” soothed my harbinger of death “I would be careful of your newfound powers. You may be strong, but you lack the artistic linguistics of our arts.”

I snarled at him slightly, the rack of swords I now call wings flapping softly behind me in an aggressive show of dominance. “You honestly thing you can stop me,” I barked out to him, the words rolling from my throat like a runaway boulder “I am more powerful than you could even imagine, you don’t realise my strength”. I was of course, bluffing. I didn’t have a clue what was happening, I didn’t have a clue what I had become and what I could do. But it seemed my only chance of escape.

“Well...” He murmured softly, as if contemplating his options “You leave me no choice my young beauty but to stop you before you cause a great harm to yourself or others.” Suddenly, before I could even react, he disappeared from my line of sight. I felt him - I didn’t see him – I sensed him behind me. Instincts took over before he could do anything else, and my wings slammed out. He was slapped down into the floor. The angel of death rolled into the ground. He grunted softly... and chuckled.

“My, you’re learning quickly.” He let out soft chuckle “I can soon change that”.

His body flickered in a flash of defyingly quick speed, appearing behind me once again. This time though he struck before I could even react. I screeched with pain as I fell to the floor, even though he hasn’t physically touched me. His dark power flowed into my body, causing me to shatter into the floor. However he hadn’t physically touched me, or in fact physical harmed me. He’d gotten into my mind; he was torturing me through my brain, he had control over me, with his weird forms of neuromanipulating energy. I cried out with the agony of it, my body writhing over the floor. Then I snapped - something inside of me, the power that had been with me since birth, and the thing that I’d always realised but daren’t have used. My magical presence had snapped, and a blast wave of force, of detrimental energy pulsated out of my body at a terrifying speed, slamming into the body of the crowned prince of hell. He shouted in an air of surprise, not having expected this to happen. His body flew into the floor, him tumbling across the void-like plains of this sick and twisted world of horror. His wings clung to him, trying to protect his body from further harm. I sat here and watched him, weird energies spiralling back and forth through my body, like an aura clinging to my skin. He was muttering something, the same weird thing happening to him. His aura was pure black with flickers of purple flames rising up and through it, unlike mike which was a mixture of black and white with grey flames going through, like a melting ying yang over my body. I was starting to feel uneasy, like a sixth sense had walked up to my body and was screaming in my ear to run. I spun my body around in a full three hundred and sixty degree turn, and then realised why Mr. Sense had tried to warn me. Four creatures were now surrounding me (Including this real life Beelzebub). They looked like him, but were rather different. Two of them had blonde hair, one had brown and we have Mr. Kidnapper who has black hair. Their wings were mostly of the same design, some having bigger wings, some having smaller wings.
“You have done well, I must say,” Spoke the first blonde one, with a rather dry sarcastic tone to his voice “... You had to call in all three of us to help you with a tiny little girl... Why?” He stared at me pretentiously, before frowning. He’d noticed something, yet I can’t tell what. But I can see it in his face, disgust, anger… fear? “She is the one isn’t she? The one we wanted… The one we needed.”
 It was obvious the blonde one was the leader, the larger blonde one that is. He instantly had shown an authoritative stance and was in control of the situation, more in control than I was. He flicked his arms out rather quickly, as if rushing in case something went wrong.

Everyone else copied his movements, their arms clinging onto each other apart from eight feet of air which was connecting each of their limbs. They each exploded with a weird presence which cascaded from them, red, blue, yellow and green. The energy slammed from each other with contact, and burst off to me – which may I say is rather terrifying. Around a centimetre before each beam hit me, they sparked off into either side, a binary tree of energy. As if I’d just cut the head off of each on, and two new beams of life sparked forth in opposite directions. These new ones hit each other, and those split in two, and kept on going around me. A web of destructive imprisonment met my eyes when it finished, a pentagram of occult, demonic power. I stared at either one of them, still spewing energy, further pumping their weird powers into their weird technique making this weird thing. Instincts seemed to take over me again, my wings slashing through the energy rather easily, it was surprising. The cascading energies hit against the mirrored metals that constructed my wings, and were reflected through the environment, in a death-defying explosion of monstrous, noxious lights and powers. It knocked back the prism trees, snapping them down their poles, shattering the prisms which let out a deathly moan as if they’d been enclosing a person themselves. The atmosphere itself let out a shrill whimper. A mixture of demonic-angelic power sprayed the entire world with a new presence, it was an energy, it was an aura. It told every civilian, every creature, and every object that something was here, something that wasn’t meant to be here.  It would have to be destroyed. That “it” was me.