I Welcome Your Sweet Six Six Six

The sky was a blinding red. None of the constellations appeared except the Hisheme and Stryphus moons, dancing around each other and revolving gracefully. The sea below reflected the deep red of the chaos above, its waves crashing into the cliffs and shore. It smelt like blood. The only noises echoing were the thunderous breaks of the ocean and the wind soaring through the grass. Everything was equally a scarlet red in many shades. It was menacing to look at. It hurt the eyes. Only the moons were white. The light shining from them presented the soft subtle calm of the landscape offering some comfort in the foreign emptiness of void within and around.

Miraye was standing on the edge of the red cliff, staring out into the ocean and the moons. Her toes curled over the barrier, her body swaying with each breeze and shaking with each new crest of waves. She didn’t know how she got there. More over, she didn’t remember her feet taking her to such a place. She had never felt so at one with her surroundings. The greatest of serenity reverberating through the whispers of distant birds was all too clear. There was no use in leaving now. She had no need to. The area was a living proof that nothing mattered now. The reality of the threat of war was no where to be heard. Tranquility. That was it. That was all that was needed.

There was a sudden tickle at her neck. She knew that presence behind her was there the whole time but she never questioned it. She never looked to see who it was. It was only now it acted. Miraye turned her head slightly to a familiar scent of wild flowers and spring fields. A tinge of pain spread across her skin. He was nibbling at her skin, nipping, sucking, biting, licking… all in the same decisive pattern. She didn’t move. She watched the top of his head move, her eyes hazy and sedated.

She looked back out to the sea. The moons were behind each other, creating an eclipse as their pearl shadows swirled with each pulsating beat in her body. She felt her arms being moved, her right being pushed aside while her left was propped up against him, her hands gliding over his warm cheek. Her breath hitched as his fingers caressed her hips, sliding over the fabric, molding his palms against her waist. He stopped biting, nipping, sucking, licking. He breathed into her ear, heavy, intoxicated with touch. And yet she continued to gaze into the strawberry milking of the sea, Hisheme beating against the enveloping Stryphus.

Her head was being tilted to the side, behind at an angle. He brushed his lips against her, still breathing with deep pleasure. Miraye in instinct began breathing at his pace, her eyes watching his heavy veiled vision as his fingers moved up over her breasts leaving a shudder of anticipation. They inhaled the same air, exhaling with new expiration of physical highs. This is what she wanted a voice whispered inside her thoughts. This is what you have been waiting for. This is what you need. This is everything. This is all that matters now. She couldn’t resist. She fell in, accepting, wanting, needing… slowly lured into a web of only seduction of the body and spirit.

He leant down taking the rapture deeper, soaring in emotions as their lips met. She stood still, her body frozen from reacting while his lips slowly caressed hers into a rhythm of alluring sweetness. His hands moved down holding her against him, his fingers trailing downwards sinking into her folds. Miraye groaned, loosing all grip of senses in the moment. She felt his slender fingers gently dip into her, slowly parting the petals of her existence. He whispered her name, sultry, luscious, continuing to graze her lips with his. His right hand pushed away the covers of her breasts, stroking, kneading, resting on her left bosom. Her knees fell weak and she collapsed against his warm frame, he supporting her up with no effort at all. She fit into his arms perfectly, her cheek against his chest emitting a complex sensation through out her body.

But something was not right. That familiar sound that was renowned for the definition of emotion was not there. The birds in the distance had stopped singing their song. Her eyes full awake, realizing that he had no heartbeat.

At that instant, as though reading the change in mood, reading her thoughts, he slipped his left hand away. Miraye looked down horrified that there was blood dripping from his fingers. It shone with the greatest red she had ever seen before her eyes, reflecting the eclipse above them. She pushed him away, trying to position herself into an attack but he wouldn't let go. She struggled, her mouth opening to scream but no sound resounding in the air. She couldn’t breathe. She gasped again, trying so her lungs could expand and accept the oxygen that had been once there but it strained and squeezed every time she frantically let out a gasp for air.

He held her tight, his leg propping her body against his, her legs open into vulnerability. He quickly forced his bloodied fingers into her mouth, gagging, choking what was needed to survive. She panicked. She could taste it, her blood, his blood, swirling into the concoction, the poison that made her heart spasm. Her head spun, she was loosing grip of the surroundings, the red glowing brighter with menace and fire. She continued to struggle against his arms, trying to flee willing to fall into an ocean of awaiting hell. Her fingers scratched against his skin fiercely, she tried her might to push him off but he held her with a threat that could be sensed from each pulse that echoed inside his skin.

He exerted his hand from her mouth, his fingers now clinging tightly from her neck. She tried to scream again. The memory from long ago that she had forced to forget was coming to her again. She was going to be that helpless victim once more forever tormented by the nightmares that plagued her at night. She tried to shut her eyes, the tears of fear streaming down her face but his presence kept them open. She saw it happen. His right hand that had been resting on her left breast moved slightly revealing the deep wound inflicted by a demon with orange eyes. She stared, idly; her body halted struggling in a deafening madness of preparation that was to come.

His fingers ripped her flesh and dug inside, his whole fist deep into her orifice. Finally she screamed and it was heard. The unknown pain ripped through her body resounding in torturous melody that enveloped the crash of the sea. His fingers forced their way through her heart, scratching at her chamber walls with each push inside. Her organ tried to resist the horrible infliction but it was too late. Everything had stopped, her heart, her pulses, her life. Yet her eyes remained open, testimony to the sea below.

He wasn’t done yet. As he slowly pulled his hand out of her chest, dripping in ebony, he pulled out a sword. Her now damaged heart set as the jewel of the handle, her veins rooting itself on the blades like vines on the garden wall. She watched him, tears continuing to trickle slowly. He examined it before her, her body still in has care as if to show off the glory that had been set inside her. She gazed at the weapon, the Hisheme moon now gone within the shadow of Stryphus, reflecting its immaculate white on her blood. She could hear it, the now deceased heartbeat ringing in her ears. The pain was gone but she longed to feel it again, her corpse begging to fully live in masochistic desire.

“My sweet Miraye,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve no use for you now.”

And with that, he turned her corpse around so her dead eyes could watch the face of her murderer as she limped in his arms. Seryale smiled softly at her, both sorrow and grace compelling his features. He looked over the cliff, his smile never leaving.

And with that, she was falling, gazing up at the man who had given her ecstasy of pain. But within a shadow, his features had morphed, a demon rising with wings of spinal bones and veins showered the sky with his blood. He laughed at her defeat, his orange eyes peering into the abyss as she fell into the ocean.

Her body trembled and quaked, seizures erupting from her soul.