(One-shot) Kingdoms And Gods

The Beginning

An eerie place stranded at the back of the dark kingdom's castle. Horrors and tales portraying of millions deaths. Yet, one pure black soul lives there near a lake. A home build for her own to strive to live a normal life in this deadly war.

"Kingdom's Peace is falling down..

Falling down....

Falling down..."

Her voice so smooth like silk, foretells the outcome between the kingdoms politics. Singing so magnificently when her figure had emerged out of the lake.

"Kingdom's Peace is falling down...

My fair lady"

She continues to sing with a warm smile curled on her lips. The water dripping down her head to the very tips of her hair that clings on her luscious  bare body.

"Build it up with blood and bones...

Blood and bones...

Blood and bones..."

Eyes were close to protect her sight. Her hands slide down the back of her head, moving down to her nape then curves of her hips, straining the water out of her hair.

"Build it up with blood and bones...

My fair lady.."

Slowly lifting up her eyelids as her digits brushed passed back up her plump breast, palm gently massages those mounds briefly before slipping back down to her pelvis. Her face shows an ecstatic expression as she cleanse her body thoroughly. Hands lathering the water all over her figure and even try to reach on her back when she crouch down on her knees so indecently.

"It will surely crush their soul

Crush their soul...

Crush their soul..."

But surely water could not be that enjoyable for the woman who's taking her precious time instead of disrupting the lives of innocent people. Her grey mysterious eyes twinkle in delight as she giggle, having fun bathing in a lake full of blood. She was covered with that iron, foul yet delicious scent that could drive satan crazy.

"It will surely crush their soul..."

Looking up at the dark, night sky that engulf the kingdom with darkness. She cups her hands to grab  a handful of blood, raising them up above her head and she tilted her head back. Her mouth wide open, showing her sharp pointy teeth and pink slimy tongue.

She then pours the blood over her mouth, splattering over her chin as it slips down her throat and clavicle, lower and lower down her cleavage and stomach. Giggling so happily as she then ended her wonderful singing with a flourish twirl and curtsey.

"M-y-y f-a-i-r l-a-d-y."

Megara's laugh gradually soften as she stands up straight. Looking up at the sky with inner amusement. Turning around to head back and out of the lake. She sits on a chopped up trunk, letting the blood on her skin dries up so she could rub them off her sweet, porcelain skin.

"...... Should i go to town and buy some stocks?" She think out loud as she puts on some medieval dress and a black robe just like her heart.

"Maybe i could meet a sacrifice too~" she says dreamily, walking down the path of those haunted trees with her bare feet.

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522 words seem enough for now.
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