The House Of Blood and Dust, Book One: Darkness Rising

Eternal Blood Feud

Why is it that many normal things have to be stigmatised? Being a slave to your emotions being a man, you have to be the strong one in the relationship, but you know maybe the man needs her, and she needs him who gives a fuck who’s the most emotional as long as they love each other more than anything else in the world, maybe not their children but nonetheless, I digress meeting mental illness, depression being the one related to being fake, but that is the idea that idiot cut themselves for attention, fucking idiots. Who wishes to stigmatise a person for liking the same gender or even someone who bloody wishes to be the opposite gender, pansexual or pissing demisexual, some people are just born retarded and never wish to learn anything other than the bigoted views that society holds, it’s your body do as you please with it.

          It’s been a month living here with Circe and I’m somewhat content in my own mortal prison whilst she sits there watching me stare at this infant that I fathered. I’m certainly dead inside, I must be everything I think of love or lust sickens me now as if it was a burden, but yet I crave it from this woman as if she was a methamphetamine, crawling into my head to create so much dread, happiness and the feeling of supreme loneliness whilst she is away from me.

          “You know you don’t have to watch me?”

          “Maybe I like to watch you.” I smile and place my hand on Alexander’s crib, always encased in the nameless gauntlets.

          “I know that I’d admire you like artwork every hour of everyday if I could.” She smiles, and I stare into her eyes filled with love, she moves closer to me and my stomach lurches, the butterflies released in the emptiness only indicates that I love this woman and I need food.

          “Are you hungry?” She asks me with a pleasant smile. I look into her eyes and awful un-nerving thoughts cloud my mind, the sort of thoughts that cloud the minds of the depressed and lonely.

          “What do you have in mind, my dear?” Circe smiles with that shy lust within her eyes,

          “Perhaps we can go into town?” I look at my son, “Brunhilda is good with him, let her look after him.” I look back to the woman I have grown so in love with that my heart strings are being played like a harp by tender fingers.

          “Indeed, I think she needs to get out of the house at some point… maybe get her into a school.”

          “Sure.” I grace her cheek with the side of my hand and move into kiss her, “Did you love her?” I grunt and move towards the wardrobe, to get some clothes, “Why? She didn’t love you and yet you went through that and you did.”

          “No… I felt what I believed to be love, turned out my dick was just hard.” I laugh and put some normal clothes on, leaving the gauntlets on the side, exposing my hands for all to see.

          “You’re a stronger man than you believe yourself to be, so stop looking so down.” I turn to her and smirk, she then smiles back to me stood in the same place just holding her own arms,

          “You’re so very beautiful… I feel as though my eyes are unworthy to look upon thee.” She finally comes to me, wrapping her arms around my neck,

          “You’ve changed me, Avenji.”

          “We shouldn’t get into this, my darling… otherwise I’ll probably brood longer.” We laugh,

          “Very well… I’ll get changed; do you mind what I wear?” I look at her with raised eyebrow,

          “When have I ever…”