Through Tinder, I met a “Devil-H*e”.

I was almost done with love. After five years of scrolling for no reason, I had to face the truth: girls weren't interested in nice guys like me.

But then one morning a message showed up.

*IT WORKS*

Kiara had brown hair that curled around her shoulders and soft eyes. Her smile was shy, but there was a hint of fun in it. I gave my first sentence a lot of thought. It had to set the right mood and make her feel special.

Hi! I'd like to get to know you better because you seem interesting. Not like all the other girls here.

She answered after a short time.

Thanks so much for your kind words! You seem pretty interesting too.

I asked her to go to dinner after we flirted back and forth.

I'd love to, but I have to work late! When my shift is over, I'll be sooooo hungry. I wish I knew a good-looking man who could cook...

Because I didn't want to look needy, I didn't answer for almost a minute.

Come over to my house tonight, okay? I cook really well!

Kiara said, "That sounds good!"

Boom. I had a date right away. A mop and vacuum were bought so I could clean the room. To set the mood, I lit some candles. Around 10 PM, Kiara sent a message.

I am outside.

She got there early. I didn't have time to take a shower, and I couldn't find any deodorant. Luckily, I took a bath three days ago. There was no crisis. I turned down the lights and put on the full music for "Black Eye Peas: Pump It Harder" on the CD player.

I walked to the front door and stopped at the mirror to fix my tie. Then I pulled the handle. My heart skipped a beat every time I saw Kiara. Her gray-green eyes sparkled like emeralds, and the way she smelled made me think of a brand-new deck of Pokemon cards. She wore so many layers of clothes that she barely showed any skin, which is not something that most Western women do.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" She said in the end. Her voice was strong, but also soft in a way.

I waved my hand around the room and tipped my hat. Hi, "Lady."

Kiara wore her coat with her as I led her to the dining room. She sat down in my Ryzen Asus Series Gaming chair, and I sat across from her on a wooden chair that the previous owners had left behind when they moved out.

I asked Kiara about her family, job, and sexual past. When I asked her a question, she answered quickly and briefly. Her stomach growled every so often. It wasn't very ladylike, but I didn't say anything.

She looked around the room. They asked, "Are we alone?"

I smiled and said, "Yes." "There are only two of us."

She looked straight at me. It's perfect.

I felt my heart race when she said it that way. At one point, I had to leave to start making the food, but we quickly caught up. Kiara leaned forward and propped her head up with her arm while we talked.

"What is that?" She pointed to a katana on the wall across from my left shoulder with a gloved hand.

"That's it. A master blacksmith in Yokohama made it. It's a Japanese sword. I told you.

I went back to her. "If you're lucky, I might show you something later today."

Another few minutes went by, and the microwave went off while I was talking about Andrew Tate's twelve rules for life.

"Pardon me."

Kiara's food came first, and I bowed as I put it down in front of her. "Bon Appétit."

The hot pockets turned out sweet and tasty. They were a hearty mix of cheese, meat, and veggies. Kiara, on the other hand, made fun of her plate and scoffed hers down.

I took a deep breath. "Is everything all right?"

The pain in her stomach got louder, so she bit her bottom lip and nodded. I gave him a shrug and kept eating. She had barely eaten anything by the time I was done.

"What's wrong?" This is what I asked, with worry in my voice.

That's what she did. "I'm not really in the mood for," she said, but her voice cut off as she poked the hot pockets with her fork. "I feel like doing...something else."

She stood up, walked around the desk, and put a finger to my lips gently. It was so quick, I barely had time to think. Kiara came over and sat down on my lap. Like Goku and Vegeta doing the fusion dance, our lips moved in perfect sync with each other. Hope grew in my cargo shorts as I waited. It had been 36 years since I last looked forward to this moment.

Kiara bit the bottom of my lip. Hard. As I pulled back in pain, a small amount of blood ran down both of my chins.

A bunch of crooked teeth made her smile mean, and she licked her lips with a tongue that was forked. "Mmmm. "You taste really good."

It was Kiara's turn to take off her clothes. It looked like things were getting better for a moment. I still thought Kiara was pretty, even though her horrible teeth were gross.

Then, right in front of my shocked eyes, her clothes fell to the ground.

Kiara's body was covered from the neck down with skin that was see-through, horrifyingly coloured, and stretched tight over clear bones. Bat-like wings that were at least three times the width of her body spread out, and she took off her gloves to show long, sharp claws. Her chest was adorned with a pair of small, perfectly shaped breasts.

Kiara's close touch made my knees shake. She put her cold hand around my neck, pulled me from my chair, and pinned me against the wall before I could move. I gave her a small rasp and tried to get her hands off my neck.

It seemed like Kiara was happy as her tongue probed my face and she moaned. My vision became fuzzy around the edges, and my temples began to hurt. I searched along the wall for anything that could help as desperately as I could.

Something metal was in my left hand. The sword! With one smooth move, I took it off the wall and angled it down. It was the sheath that fell to the ground.

Kiara's jaw shut tight around my neck, making holes in the skin. When she didn't hear me, I screamed and thrust the blade into her back, right between her shoulder blades.

She let go of his hand and let out a sudden cry of pain. Kiara screamed and spun around. As I pulled it out, the blade tore a strip of skin.

Kiara flapped her wings before I could hit her again. The left one hit me in the chest and threw me across the table. I groaned when the ball hit something.

The spot where Kiara bit me caused red lines to run down my neck. With my sword in hand, I jumped back up.

Kiara showed her teeth. There was a computer desk in the middle of us. She was very angry and said, "Why you..." From her back, green blood grew.

I took a few quick, short breaths. "What the hell is going on?" I spoke slowly.

"Isn't it clear?" Kiara got a really mean grin on her face.

The blade's end moved around in my shaky hand. She went around to my right. I turned to follow, but I put the desk in front of us.

"I'm going to eat you. I look for horny losers like you on dating sites and then eat them up.

Kiara rushed forward. She whined back when I desperately flailed my blade.

I took a deep breath. "Eat up? What the hell are you? "Tell me about yourself."

Kiara put her shoulders back. "What you are is what matters, not what I am."

"Oh," I said, taking a deep breath. "What is that?"

She smiled. "a fat brat who is 36 years old and about to be dinner."

I yelled, "I'm about to be dinner like hell!"

I tried to cut Kiara, but she jerked back just out of reach, and the silver blade didn't cut anything.

She hit me again. I took a step back. She swiped over and over, but all she could find was the place above the desk. My arms were steady as I held my breath. I only had to keep an eye on my opponent for a chance to attack.

Kiara tightened up every time she was about to hit. That was all. When her muscles tensed up again, she used a light stroke to send her fingers flying through the air. She stumbled back and growled like an orc that had been hurt.

While Kiara squealed and held her hand, I snuck around the desk and got ready to hit her in the head.

Her eyes were fixed on me with a deadly purpose. Kiara hit me backwards with her hand that wasn't hurt. I hit back at her with strikes of my own. Once. Two times. As a test.

Kiara spread her wings and flew forward with a loud whoosh. "No!" I screamed and swung around wildly. Cut her across the stomach with the blade. Then came wails of pain. We both fell to the floor after Kiara hit me with a hard blow. The katana hit us in the middle. We both grabbed for it at the same time, but I was faster.

I got up. Kiara looked up at me as I stood there with my blade calm and ready.

From the deep hole in her stomach, green liquid pumped out. She held on to it with both hands and her jaw was tight. It was over for her. We both knew. I was much stronger than her, so all those hours I spent cutting open mountain dew bottles in my mom's garden were not for nothing.

Kiara tripped and fell. There were bands of taut skin and green blood that sparkled where my strikes had hit. I used both hands to hold the katana firmly. As Kiara pulled her clothes on, her wings fell back into her back.

She walked towards the door while still only half dressed. There, she turned her head back to me and looked down her nose at me. I replied with a laugh.

The door slammed shut behind her. I took out some toilet paper and dabbed my wound in the bathroom. I couldn't believe what I saw when I looked at my image. What were the chances that my very first date would turn out to be a horrible monster? Without a question, it was the second-worst date of my life.

My phone rang on the counter.

*It works.*

My stomach grew swollen with excitement. Valery, the girl I matched with, was even more beautiful than Kiara. It looked like chocolate cappuccino on her skin. Very strange and sexy.

It was still warm, so I sent Valery a message while I ate the hot pockets Kiara had skipped.

Hi! I'd like to get to know you better because you seem interesting. Not like all the other girls here.

It would have been the first thing I did if I knew more scary things were coming. I should have, but I didn't.

What were the chances that something like that would happen again?