[ WP ] Write a story where evil triumphs over good , and evil is just pure evil without any redeeming qualities

`` Eric... How much do you love me?'' 
 
 There was a soft, loving, yet somewhat sad tone to her voice as the woman clung to the man's shirt. 
 
 `` Elizabeth... I love you with all my heart! I would do anything for you, if it would make you happy!'' 
 
 He responded, pulling her close to him and placing his lips against hers. She smiled up at him, happy tears in her eyes. 
 
 `` Oh, Eric, it makes me so happy to hear that! You would truly do anything?'' 
 
 `` Anything for you, my love!'' 
 
 `` Would you run away from that awful mother of yours?'' 
 
 `` Of course!'' 
 
 `` And would you marry me, once we're someplace far away?'' 
 
 `` Absolutely!'' 
 
 `` And, would you take on hellhounds and die for my sake?'' 
 
 `` I would sell my soul to the devil if it were for you!'' 
 
 She kissed him once more and threw her arms around him, sobbing happily into his chest. 
 
 `` Oh, Eric...'' 
 
 Then her tone changed. The lovey-dovey voice she spoke with quickly became one that was cold, mocking, condescending. 
 
 `` Oh poor, poor Eric.'' 
 
 The man drew back a bit, confused by the woman's tone. 
 
 `` What... Elizabeth?'' 
 
 The woman chuckled darkly, the smile on her face a sadistic, sideways grin. 
 
 `` You really should be more careful what you agree to~ Although, I suppose I should thank you. Now, I do n't have to deal with those pesky beasts for another ten years.'' 
 
 The man's face went pale, completely in shock. 
 
 `` W-what do you mean?! I thought --'' 
 
 `` Thought what? That we were in love? Please. There's no way I could love such an oafish, boring, moronic man. In fact, I'm not capable of love. I was just using you. Is that really so hard to figure out? Then again, that's why I picked you. Because you're far too slow to realize before it's too late.'' 
 
 She laughed, a mocking, sardonic laugh that sent chills down the man's spine. He stood there shaking, anger boiling through his body and turning his face red. He lunged at the woman, fist raised. 
 
 `` You... You bitch --!'' 
 
 Before he could make contact, the woman struck him directly in the stomach with the heel of her shoe. He dropped to the ground, clutching his midsection and moaning in pain. 
 
 `` Sorry, Eric, honey, but there's nothing you can do now. I can already hear the hellhounds getting closer.'' 
 
 It was true; the sound of deep, menacing barking and growling could be heard from the distance. The man looked up at the woman, anger, terror, and betrayal evident in his eyes. 
 
 `` You.. Who are you...?!'' 
 
 He seethed, still lying on the ground in pain. The woman giggled lightly and bent down, face close to his so she could whisper in his ear. 
 
 `` Well, since you're as good as dead, I suppose I can tell you. My name... Is Leila.'' 
 
 She stood up and turned, the sounds of angry dogs growing closer and louder by the second. 
 
 `` Well, I'd best take my leave. See you in hell, Eric~'' 
 
 And with that, Leila walked off, leaving the man screaming into the empty night as he was ripped to shreds by the hellhounds he so foolishly let himself be thrown to. 

