Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 9:17:00 GMT -5
"My love, my savior," she drew in the familiar smell of his body. "In your presence, snow would desecrate itself into soot. Take me, anywhere, and I will be beside you, delighting in your victories."
Anna counted her promises towards him; each one soaked in darkness as thick as tar. Had she realised his original motivation in approaching her, would she have turned him away in utter displeasure of his overbearing pride? Had she obeyed her wits then, would she have denied her piteous self of this pleasure? Beneath her faultless soul, slept these fatal demons; so well-hidden that only he could fathom. For that; she loved being with him, she loved their infernal passions and diabolical intentions. Yet most of all, she had loved the way his being was a perfect canvas of black; whilst hers was an unremitting wrestle with the shadows.
No, not anymore.
Their dark hearts had danced once, one saltation worth an eternity. They had become one. The story left untold had unfolded itself; down the reams of many parchment, down the forbidden arteries of hell.
What was it, to truly tread the occult trails left by demons? To maul the dandelion wings of angels, and distill their songs; to plummet the skyline into sparks of earthly sand? Would there exist a verge, or a deadlock by the pier of desolation? Old tales spoke thus: that our world had descended in the form of an oblivion, an eclipsed burial of the universe. Then arrived light; the stars needled at first, and the suns blazed bravely behind. Light–which was not necessarily good, just as darkness was not necessarily bad–exposed the world of its hateful multitude and the countlessness of their deadly sins. Writhed and screamed they did, as they frantically begged for light to depart; for shameless regression to be woven into their tapestry of wickedness. The Dark listened to their cries and resolved to hide himself away within these human hearts, in each a mere sliver of black; so that the people would live blissfully beneath the warm embrace of light, yet still keep a remembrance of him. Anna found him at last, as Thorn had found her.
This.. Black Army, were they the true seekers of darkness? Anna knew that Thorn was, while she was still allowing herself to become one; but she needed convincing regarding both their greatness and her flaws. Yet for the moment, she fended her decision to dance with the devil.
"Exchange these words with my blood, love," she kissed the lines of his jaw, "That this lowly subject is in your servitude. Wherever your loyalty lies, therein lies mine."
And she added after a long pause, placing her arms affectionately around his waist, "But those of my truest devotions, are found in you alone."
Should she be strong enough to taste the sweetness of glory, there was no question whom she wished to share it with. The devil whom she was holding close. Closer than her quickened pulses; closer to the point where she or he, did not exist. Anna closed her eyes.
Smiling sinfully, she breathed, "Fancy some midnight readings, love?" Silently, she wished for an endless night with Thorn. Besides, she was extremely curious to learn more about this dark Army.
@thorn
What was it, to truly tread the occult trails left by demons? To maul the dandelion wings of angels, and distill their songs; to plummet the skyline into sparks of earthly sand? Would there exist a verge, or a deadlock by the pier of desolation? Old tales spoke thus: that our world had descended in the form of an oblivion, an eclipsed burial of the universe. Then arrived light; the stars needled at first, and the suns blazed bravely behind. Light–which was not necessarily good, just as darkness was not necessarily bad–exposed the world of its hateful multitude and the countlessness of their deadly sins. Writhed and screamed they did, as they frantically begged for light to depart; for shameless regression to be woven into their tapestry of wickedness. The Dark listened to their cries and resolved to hide himself away within these human hearts, in each a mere sliver of black; so that the people would live blissfully beneath the warm embrace of light, yet still keep a remembrance of him. Anna found him at last, as Thorn had found her.
This.. Black Army, were they the true seekers of darkness? Anna knew that Thorn was, while she was still allowing herself to become one; but she needed convincing regarding both their greatness and her flaws. Yet for the moment, she fended her decision to dance with the devil.
"Exchange these words with my blood, love," she kissed the lines of his jaw, "That this lowly subject is in your servitude. Wherever your loyalty lies, therein lies mine."
And she added after a long pause, placing her arms affectionately around his waist, "But those of my truest devotions, are found in you alone."
Should she be strong enough to taste the sweetness of glory, there was no question whom she wished to share it with. The devil whom she was holding close. Closer than her quickened pulses; closer to the point where she or he, did not exist. Anna closed her eyes.
Smiling sinfully, she breathed, "Fancy some midnight readings, love?" Silently, she wished for an endless night with Thorn. Besides, she was extremely curious to learn more about this dark Army.
@thorn