Nightshade

The Sirens

     On the edge of the coast it is a hot summers day. 

     The sirens in the volleyball court sparkle like diamonds in appearance, and laugh in a way that has a rhythm as they send the feather-white sphere over a gently swaying net. Their bare feet skim the irresistibly warm sand, their lips as red as cherries, and their feather-light tresses of hair swept up with the breeze. They have manipulation of reality.

     Whenever the silver-gilded ball is flung far enough, it bounces right back, trapped within a force field.

     Each of these undead servants have their own persona that they have created to enchant the living into pursuing their impenetrable beauty.

     The first one called Flora wears a flower crown, with fluttering butterflies hovering around her in a suspended orbit. Next to her, Lorelei wears a bell skirt, dancing with the breeze and flutters her eyelashes with an enchanting gaze. Marina is the third who seems to nearly blend with their surroundings, as if she were one with the ocean itself, the ocean before them. Her skin is the ivory of the drift wood itself, and her arms move like the blue waves of the sea, entrancing, bewitching, and seducing.

   Lastly, Sunday is the fourth who emanates the most pure happiness- an unsurpassed joy that radiated from within her golden hair that is swept up behind her. There is a welcoming presence in her broad smile, an angel from the sun. Lastly, Scarlet is an equally mystical maiden with a dark and seductive gaze, piercing, dark red lips and a heart-shaped garment wrapped around her chest like a petal clinging to the center of an apple blossom.

    Their unsurpassed levels of enchantment and majesty draw in unsuspecting souls on the earth plane into their area, the arms of the beings wrap them in their warmth, and they are taken in through another shortcut across the veil, and the servants for death have then captured them.

     After all, this is only the beginning...