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

Ad Infinitum

Death perhaps is the most common thing to happen, the world is filled with hatred and love. Love is a special union which can be so easily broken but I guess if you find that one, then you know deep within your heart and your soul. I look at Circe as she undresses, she looks to me and smiles, I walk further in the room and Circe stands in all her glory: ample figure, perfect to behold, I feel myself harden as well as my heart pound. I smirk and so does she,

          “Why do you look as though, you’ve never looked before?”

          “Circe, it’s because my eyes are still amazed by your beauty.” I gaze upon her and she picks her clothes off of the floor and throws them into the clothing basket,

          “Did you ever believe yourself a true poet?”

          “Nah, I believed myself to die before I turned twenty from a stab wound through my chest, we’ll indeed that happened but, I remain intact and staring at this wondrous creature.” She remains smiling,

          “Do you ever tire of this?”

          “Do you?”

          “No, I guess the words that drip from that tongue of yours gives me the happiness I never believed I deserved.” I go to her, “I wish to see you hands and not to be touched by metal fingers.” I unfasten the buckles of Ishika and Unikia, then place them on the shelf were they are housed. I touch her skin dried blood has found its home on my hands; I’ve yet to clean myself, my rips probably need to heal and my body needs time to repair itself  but her body is the antidote to all of my ills, my heart has been stitched together by her beautiful hands. Her skin is so soft and the moon sits in the sky, gazing down on her pale skin,

          “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

          “I wish for you to clean the blood from your hands, face and body so that we can settle down and be in each other’s arms.” I move my blooded hand through my hair and look into the on suite bathroom,

          “Save yourself for me, as for when I return the world shall escape through the chasm of our minds.” Circe smiles, 

          “Do you love me?” I turn to her and stare into her, loving every inch of this beautiful woman,

          “Of course I do, why ask such a question?” She comes to me and begins to undress me,

          “Just wanted to make sure, because I don’t know what I’d do without you.” I move into the bathroom, after she has taken my clothes from me. I get into the shower and clean myself of blood, all thoughts of negativity come back to me and I finish, to only go to look in the mirror. I trim the beard down more to near clean shaven. “I see you’ve decided to shave some more.”

          “Indeed… do you believe I am a failure?” She comes in she hasn’t placed any clothes on her,

          “Do you?”

          “Yeah… sometimes, I’ve done nothing but killed and tortured my own mind.” She grabs me and kisses me,

          “You are no failure, you are loved and you’ve succeeded beyond any man that I have known.” I look at her and smile, a weak smile

          “People are forced to love me, the deeds I have done make people scared of me they feel pity.”

          “I love you for the amazing man that you are, I wasn’t forced… Brunhilda adores you, she wasn’t forced… Feredir wasn’t forced… those who matter are not forced, and those who are and the ones who believe you are nothing but the best shall be left in the wake of your superiority… I adore you Avenji Arkness and nothing will ever change that, you’ve made my life better…” She wraps her arms around me and stares into my eyes, lovingly and a sudden peace arouses in me, “And I don’t want a knight in shining armour… so dull and dramatically good. I want a sadistic, madman who likes to kill people as the sadistic madman has made me feel loved, comforted and like I actually deserved to be happy, and it saddens me when you speak so ill of yourself.” She buries her head in my chest and I wrap my arms around her. “I don’t want you to ever leave me.”