The Dark & The Light ( Sequel to Metamorphosis)

Renaissance France

In the court of his majesty I awaited his pleasure.

“This is impossible….The Iron Duke has no intention of acceding the lands to me”

I looked up as he entered the room….to be fair I hated this archaic language….French was just so dull…..I know why Wellington was unhappy…..aside from guzzling gallons of wine these frenchies relaxed on garlic.

Not a pleasant fragrance.

I had been living in this form for almost 200 years now and I was getting bored….my race were so much more advanced….I needed a translation matrix to be able to understand them but at least these people were not German…..that was such a difficult language…and aggressive too!!

How did I end up as mistress to the great Napoleon?

Bloodlines…

Of course it was all false….I wasn’t the great queen to Napoleon…I was an imposter….a visitor to this time.

I was hiding from the light.

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It was many many years ago that my kind had been hounded….What was a practice to be savoured….a chance to use black magic in a medieval time…..ended up being our first and last warnings.

Those who were lucky managed to be drown in the lakes.

Survive and be branded a heretic.

I drowned…..or so the humans had thought but I needed to get away and 200 years later I am in this form and royalty no less.

My unfortunate allies were burned to death….agonies that reached through history…..but mankind began to be more careful….they practiced the dark arts and produce antidotes to our dark light…..many of them became creatures of the light….a fate that would eventually consume us.

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As the leader of the witches I had fought for the right to be remembered in history….I longed for the time to come when we could all be free…..instead we would fight an eternal battle.

Light defeats dark during the day

Dark defeats light during the night.

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Now I resided in the form of Maria Walewska and was one of many mistresses to Napoleon….The man had a tiny brain....and another part of his appendage was tiny too.

His anger toward Wellington was all consuming but today I would lessen the burden of his whingeing….I was to receive royal guests from Denmark….I liked the Scandinavian place and their women tasted delicious.

I was…..in fact….lesbian….preferring the company of women….my civil duties to Napoleon were well documented but his impotence was less known…..I had reluctantly given him a hand job but so far the frisky Frenchman had failed to fuck me…..instead he used one of his other mistresses…..in particular the big breasted wench called Josephine.

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A banquet of gargantuan delight adorned the tables…..the garlic was ever present and it tickled my nose…..I refused to sneeze….imagine a frenchie not liking garlic.

I sat at the table…..to the right of me was the King of Denmark and he was heavily in conversation with Napoleon.

His majesty….his queen was missing….probably a doctors appointment and then she arrived.

Napoleon stood and leered at the woman who had entered the room….he turned to the King.

“May I present my wife…..the Countess Marissa”.

After that day….I never saw her again but it was a face that I would never forget.