Blessed Sins

the devil

🗣️Author's not: this is gonna get... Umm... Uncomfortable, to say the least. Basically just really violent. If you get triggered easily, maybe skip this one? Sorry, hehe.

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•{ We all desperately want to follow out instincts. Just depends how we handle it. Wise ones follow the urges. }•

I am the ember that will burn you childhood house down.

I am the lake that will drown your son.

I am the scream that shan't be heard.

I am knife you use to plunge into your neighbor's stomach.

For I am the temptation of lust. Greed. Wrath. Hate.

My silent whispers filling your eardrums with honey-sweet sins grow louder with each passing minute, drawing you nearer and nearer to pick up that blade, to plunge his head beneath the water until the bubbles stop, to rip her clothes off her body as she screams for help, to give into the tempting satisfactions of seeing your evilest desires complete, feeding me more, feeding my whispers like a starved child buried beneath the earth.

Will you listen to me? Or will you follow the world's ideal of morality, pretending the voices of sin don't linger just below the surface of your skin, poking at your nerves, begging to be freed by a single puncture to your skin? We all crave to see the blood seep out of our skin, pooling beneath our sinful, limp bodies, soaking into our rich linens.

It's natural. The craving to see someone beneath you, whimpering, begging you to stop as you slice across their skin, licking at the pooling blood like a thirsty bitch after birthing pups. The craving to plunge your kitchen knives into some sort of screaming flesh, feeling the pressure of its muscles contracting under the now-warm steel, only pushing you farther to plunge the blade deeper to its bones, deliciously cracking under the pressure, eventually reaching the beating heart, palpating with fear, pushing adrenaline throughout its veins, but not any longer as you plunge the tip of the blade into its heart, feeling the release of palpation.

Aren't you tempted now? Doesn't it sound repulsively delectable? We all want to do it, but society's opinions grow strong against your deepest, deadliest desires.

Just listen to my voice. Think about repercussions later. Think about how satisfying it will feel to see someone die beneath you. You will feel like royalty. Trust me, if I do, you will.