My Novel Character\’s Name?
Here is a preview of the book I am writing. I need a name for the (girl) demon in this story.
A cold stream of blood trickled from my mouth and dripped on a cracked cement floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. Screams of pain filled my ears as I bent down and bit down on a pulsing vein. The salty aroma of his blood made my mouth water with hunger. I sucked his neck until he was limp and motionless. I wiped my chin and smiled with accomplishment. The body laid on the prison floor without objection. His irregular breathing made me feel a little sorry for him. I knew I would forget about it soon. He was nothing to me. Just a food source. My own personal banquet. I placed a small utility knife against his jugular. With a swift motion I sliced his throat open with ease. I put the bloody knife in his hand and flitted out of the mental hospital. Suicide. They would think. The poor fella’ committed suicide. I wouldn’t care if they found out that it wasn’t self harm. I travel place to place so quickly that it wouldn’t matter.
The full moon lit up the whole graveyard. I could count how many headstones there was at a glance. I scanned the burial ground and counted how many of the tombs were caused by me. 16. I loved visiting my hometown to see how much chaos I caused. After I left everything changed. The once busy, loud city became a calm, quite town. I come to visit time to time when I have spare time. I enjoyed every second of the the moon-lite filled sky. The gray clouds were nestled perfectly around the moon and the light hit all the trees at the right angle. It was so perfect. It was like the sky knew that I was coming. I saw on a firm headstone watched the sunrise. The enthralling pinks, purples, and oranges memorized me. I couldn’t look away from the colorful aurora of lights.
I was thinking:
Severin
October
Belladonna
or
Athena.
Any suggestions?