Archfiend

arch·fiend

ˌärCHˈfēnd

noun: a chief fiend, especially the Devil.

The front door flew open, colliding into the wall with a loud bang. The three of them jumped up off of the couch on full alert. They had their hands on the guns each of them had strapped to their sides, ready to retrieve the weapons and fire if they had to.

Instead of a predator, their father rushed into the living room. They all relaxed, dropping their hands away from their guns, watching with concerned eyes as their father hastily turned on the TV.

The news channel was on and they all watched the catastrophe happening on the screen.

“ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS - I REPEAT, ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS!” the newscaster on the screen yelled, his voice trembling with fear. “HARRY STYLES HAS ESCAPED HILLTOP! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT- you know what screw this script! THE DEVIL IS HEADING FOR THE CITY! EVERYONE HIDE, BOARD UP YOUR HOUSE, AND FOR THE SAKE OF YOUR LIFE DO NOT LET HIM IN! DO YOU HEAR ME?! DO NOT LET HIM-”

The TV went to static, the video of Harry Styles breaking out of Hilltop disappearing. The TV suddenly went black, along with the lights that had been on. The temperature drastically dropped, covering everyone with goosebumps and turning their breath into white puffs of crisp air.

The four of them dashed outside, stopping at the end of the driveway. Other people were coming out of their homes as well, despite what the man on the news had said.

Everyone was staring in the direction of the city, watching with scared eyes as the tall buildings went dark. One by one the power went out until they were left looking at complete darkness.

Darkness that sent pure fear through their bodies, fear that told them one thing.

He’s here.