What Lurks at Night

9.

I woke up to a random brown haired whore between my legs, her hands half way down my pants. I could feel both of her hands rubbing along both of my cocks...I made her regret that decision, grabbing both her wrist and yanking her hands out before crushing the bones. She screamed out in pain- I glared down at her with a smile spread wide it had been so long since I hurt one of Az's little sexual assaulting whores. But I refrained letting her go, she scooted back away from me tears welling in her eyes...lesson learned. "Don't you know not to touch a god without permission or are you so stupidly horny that you'd risk your life so pitifully just for five minutes of pleasure." I remark, with a sharp sting to my words. "You're not even that pretty if I'm being honest- I don't know why you're in this place, when you belong in the slave trade, being bent over a table, forced to pop out babies that aren't even fully human. That will destroy you mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. Some have clawed their way out of their mother's wombs. Tiny little clawed fingers stretching the flesh open, and crawling out of the stomach, sometimes it's a whole litter. That, that is where you belong. That is what you deserve. You pathetic, worthless bitch." Words coated in venom. I was feeling rage, the audacity this whore had, to touch me like that.

Seething rage, I storm out of my room before I coated the walls red in her blood and organs. No woman, compared to her. No one. My heart and soul belonged to my love, and how I still knew this, my emotions told me so...the rage, the guilt that I still had even after all these centuries I brought my hand to my face letting my mask slip off for just a moment- my everything. It was torture to live without her, I would have made her immortal like me...had she not suffered at the hands of the other gods. Which is where the guilt came from, I failed- I-... I failed her...the realization washing over my mummified face, I failed to protect her, our wedding vows were till death do us part but she died at my ignorance, because I stupidly didn't see the signs of betrayal from the others.

I snickered, what a way to torture though...even in death she still causes me blissful pain, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming that she's back in my arms. I slide my hand down and let it idly remain at my side, standing still head hung low...the way the others looked at me when I found her, such hate, and malice burned in their eyes, and mocking, ridiculing smirks branded on their faces that was the only time I ever cried. Falling to my knees, I let out a wailing agonizing scream...and then blinding rage took over- when I came out of it, I found corpses of their children on the ground, their half mortal children. Revenge was not best served cold, it wasn't best served hot, it was best served scarred, bloody, and topped with trauma. I go in with the intent to shake them to their each individual cores, because if you want to get a point across you better fucking indent it all over them. Carve, maim, sear, brand, imprint it into their fucking genetic makeup. Imprint it so hard in, that their fucking children cower at the mere mention of my name in histories of old. Letting out a huff through my nose, slamming my door shut... I straightened myself, bringing my mind back to Val...I needed to speak with her before Az does.

Looking to my left as I moved on away from my bedroom door and went up the stairs. Her scars entered my mind, once more...the way she spoke with confidence yet politeness, and didn't falter, she was either already broken and had glued the pieces back together in her past or- she really didn't care what others did to her. How they treated her, how they looked at her perhaps society could burn her a thousand times over and she would still keep walking with that confidence deep in her core...a rare thing in humans these days, where empathy is scarce and cruelty and hate is common. Yet to talk so willingly about her trauma-... as if it didn't affect her, I admire that. Confidence is not just being bold, it's also knowing when to pick your battles, and yet holding yourself with grace as if you came out unscathed, physical scars didn't bother her, she still talks as if she won. Perhaps she did.

I made it to her room, as I opened the door and step in, closing it behind me. She's there sitting in a chair, reading a book. Setting the book on her lap, she looks at me. "...don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you like I originally planned, dove." All my thoughts and urges were loud until I composed myself- breathing in, and letting it out. I took steps towards her... "I want you to understand, that I am not your friend but I also will not be your enemy. I will keep you safe but I have half a heart to hurt you for all its worth. In its glory and relishing in the feeling. But- I have a feeling that even if I did, I can't break you. Like so many others in the past."

Staring at him in silence, I didn't expect him to even visit, let alone speak to me in such a manner, like this. He was- a mystery... I doubt I would solve, I sensed there was pain in him for he does not seem the type to say these words lightly. Yet his words held weight, and truth, that made my heart go silent, my soul lay bare he just figured me out, by guessing. I did not break, or at least- I never showed signs of breaking ever, in front of others never to let them know that they got to me, that their words cut me worse than any physical pain, that they shook me to my core. I was not one to give such satisfaction. I took a moment to think-...my response needed to be something.

Silence filling the air, that a feather could most likely cut. "I understand. It's a fate that I can't escape from despite every instinct in me screaming too. I just ask- if I die, bury me. Return me to the earth, in an unmarked grave, so that I may have peace from people. I don't need or want visitors, living is enough cruelty, death is supposed to be relief. So please, you sadistic man...that's all I ask." I stated.

"Very well. It's a vow. Not a promise. Promises are worthless. Vows are upheld." He replied simply, leaving after that. Leaving out my bedroom door, closing it behind him. I wonder what god he was...what god he was of, and where he was from, what his past was. I wondered a lot of things about him. I doubt I would find the answers too, perhaps I would, it was up to me to try.