Starless Child

7. It Devours The Dark

All hallows eve,

When the threshold between the two worlds is thin

beware of the voices that you hear.

For there is no song sweeter than death,

To those of us who have surrendered themselves

To the soul crushing grip of agony and despair.

                                                                        -Poem by me

"If any of you two throw up on the floor I will sit on your faces, for a long, long time. And it's going to get very uncomfortable," Alice said as clipped the laces on her red leather boots.

Lola rolled her eyes, "sweetie we all know you'll be the first one to throw up. So you better figure out a way to stick your own face to your ass."

The three of them stood in front of the long spiral stairways of Alice's mansion about to make their way downwards. Alice's eyes were skimming through the crowd,looking for someone to spend the night with, Lola was about to smack Alice in the head while Hera hoped to god that she doesn't trip and fall face first on the floor like last time. 

Lola turned around to see her handiwork on Alice and Hera's faces a proud smile spread across her face.

Hera realized she could barely recognize Lola under the soft glow of the candles hanging from the walls. She seemed like someone out of this world. The shimmery golden glow shone on her bronze skin. Her eyes rimmed with kohl, the liner drawn around her lids like artwork. A black dress with a golden sash tied around her waist and neckline. In normal circumstances Lola's beauty had always been intimidating. Now under the disguise she radiated the aura of a queen. Alice was right. No one could pull off Cleopatra like she can.

Dark extensions trailed along Hera's shoulders and were tied into a loose side braid, making her hair seem twice as long. The white one shoulder dress mirroring the dresses of the mythological goddesses hugged her curves before stopping just above her knees. A thick gold choker rested around her neck. Similar thick gold metallic bands curled around her thighs spiraling down along her leg like vines. She straightened her gold leafy tiara and stepped down the stairs.

Jack o' lanterns hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room, making the darkness more grim instead of chasing it away. Red liquid spewed from a fountain placed in the middle of the room. Ghastly decorations made Alice's mansion nearly unrecognizable.

Ghouls, witches, zombies, werewolves, vampires, demons, a turnip, a banana, Miley Cyrus, Donald Trump, an avocado anything and anyone she could possibly think of were swaying in the dance floor. The rhythm making their bodies move as if they were possessed. The costumes, the alcohol, the music, the house was packed with the things necessary to make someone forget who they are really are,even if it's just for a moment.

The beat of the music blasting barged in Hera's rib cage, rattling it, the rhythm pulsing in her chest like a second heart. Grabbing a glass filled with red liquid from a zombie, Hera pushed it down her throat. Her face twisted as the liquid trailed across her skin, setting her insides on fire.

A familiar song blasted through the gigantic speakers and she pulled Alice and Lola in the middle of the dance floor. Alice giggled the way drunk people do, already gulping down her fourth shot of vodka. 

The alcohol magnified confidence, giving an illusion of invincibility. 

For the moment she forgot about everything.