For Lust and Greed
To sleep so deeply, it seems like death. It renders deaf and dumb.
Tis better then to stay awake and see when Evil comes.
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How like the innocent lamb. He sleeps. That smile on his face is false. He believes he is in heaven. He dreams.
A nightmare.
The fire burns hot. The woman's entrails almost cook beside the fire. She stinks. Even before death began to rot her from the inside out, she stank. Greed and lust black her heart and force her to sell her body for profit and pleasure.
I have no pity for this one.
No pity for any of them anymore.
How strange, for before, the heart that beat within my bosom would have melted at this one's lot.
But no more.
I was weak then. Too weak and innocent.
But no more.
He rouses, this adulterous fool I am ashamed to call my husband.
'It is for the good of Megara that you must do this.'
That was all that Father said. Like a parrot, he repeated this line to me over and over. He has no love for me. Only for this ragged kingdom he is determined to keep together at all costs.
And it has cost him his daughter.
But then, that is not counted as much. I am the girl child. Not the beloved son.
Soon, the King will be dead and moldering in his tomb.
Long live the King.
Hah!
It is a cruel joke the King believes, for he thinks his lineage will carry on by joining me to this drunken slug that lies by this fire, snorting and sleeping the sleep of fools.
I would rather die a thousand deaths than bare his son.
How good it is for me that I won't have to die or bare his child!
The shadows of the sun march forward. He does not know he is breathing his last and fleeting breath.
He does not know.
I think he should.
"Awake. Arise. You sleepy head. Stardust fills your eyes. Arise. Arise. Your hour has come. The dead await you at your tomb."
The spell complete, Wolfstan yawns and opens his eyes.
He sees his smiling wife, and for a half-slumbered second, he thinks he has arrived back at Castle Corlac.
'Silly boy,' I say.
His eyes widen. He sees the wretched wench beside him.
My claws are sharp and deadly.
They pierce his skin, sinking to the dirt floor like a hot knife sinks into a bowl of lard.
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Vampyre: Desire Immortal
HorrorThe ancient village of Megara is getting ready for a wedding, and the bride is a vampire. Let the Blood Plague begin. As her thirteenth birthday approaches, Ava, Princess of Megara, knows her upcoming marriage to Wolfstan will plunge her into hell...
