4 days ago
The Good Dog
The three stood close. The humans’ remains draped between them strung about their appendages like ribbons decorating a tree. They reveled in his destruction, took glory from it.
They spread his blood and offal about them like a sacred anointing. This was the closest thing they felt to gratification...the rending of human flesh was orgasmic to them. When there was nothing left to tear, eat or wear they turned to look for another victim and this was how they spent every hour of the day and night...consuming mankind.
As they turned, seeking, they paused their eyelike organs "seeing" something different, something new.
In the distance, on the hood of an abandoned car, stood a great white dog. It was perfectly still.
This was surprising to them. Since their ascendance the animals of earth had been unseen.
They had all disappeared on the very day the demons had fully manifested.
The three moved in unison towards the dog, which stood as if made of stone. Instantly, there were dozens upon dozens of dogs standing on the hoods and roofs of all the cars. But not just dogs. Cats, Wolves, Coyotes, cougars, Lions, Tigers, even Bears were everywhere, as far as the eye could see.
The three paused not understanding, not knowing enough to be afraid. They had subjugated man, their kind. Nothing could stand against them...it was known.
A low growling sound began to build as all the animals at once opened their mouths.