Literary Devices

           Destiny designs reality

Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting. As she stumbled towards he boy, Angela noticed the ends of his lips curl up to reveal three rows of sharp, crisp white teeth fresh with the blood of his latest devoured victim. As she got closer and closer to the demon child, the wet grass kept sticking to the souls of her shoes, pace by pace slowing her down like they were reaching out with the small green fingers, trying to stop her from reaching the side of this sin of nature.  But she could not stop destiny. She knew she was destined to lead this creature into the real world, she knew the boy would react in violence to how the commoners treated him. They would think him an abomination; and they would cast him away like he was trash waiting for the compacter. Angela turned her head to face her friends, and saw the looks of sadness on they faces, knowing their demise was soon to come in the near future of cataclysmic catastrophes, that involved Angela and this demon boy. She finally turned away from her friends and propped herself next to the boy and said "come with me young master, your destiny awaits."