The high shrill of dragons chirping awoke me. My brow furrowed in confusion as I cracked open my eyes and a ramshackle roof. A white sun peaked through the ribs of the roof with vines and moss creeping through its hollow bones. A Hippogriff flew across the naked sky with a loud cry left in its path.
I sat up on my bed with tears streaming down my cheeks. I muffled my cries and tangled my hands in my hair, rocking back and forth.
Was it just a dream?
A sob slipped.
Why am I still here?
As I pulled my legs against my chest, a dagger of pain sliced through my hamstring. An ear piercing shriek trembled in my throat whilst I squeezed the aching area. My eyes settled on my jeans and my heart quaked. Diagonal scratches tore my pants apart with dry blood coating my wounds.
A flashback of whatever that creature was came to mind with the sharp pain of it sinking its claws into my flesh. So, if it was not a dream, how the hell did I get home?
I looked around the room - The wallpaper peeled itself from the dilapidated walls, leaning onto the rubble pushed to a corner. A gust of wind blew into my room where almost half my wall was missing. It was there that a note was placed with a brick atop of it.
The nosy child in me fumbled off of the bed and limped towards the paper. Each slapped of agony made me rethink not just taking the brick and cracking my skull open. My leg collapsed under me as I cried out.
"My Konstantine?" Mother squealed.
I groaned under my breath. Soon after, she swung open the door which hung on by a hinge. It protested against her joyous mood as she ran over to me and sat on my lap. Mother crushed my leg and I fought against screaming again.
"I missed my Konstantine, darling." She purred against my neck.
I recoiled but she only wrapped her arms around me and pulled me closer. Her breath stank of Poison Jole and plaque. Her yellow teeth were twisted and sharp - I couldn't see them but that smile was forever ingrained in my head. That fucking smile was the reason I became such a freak She knew that I would do anything for her with just a smile.
She fucking knew. . .
"I'm tired-"
"I didn't hear my Konstantine come home. Where did my Konstantine go?" She stroked my face, tugging at my pants then fumbling with my shirt buttons.
My fingers wrapped around the brick with hot tears clinging to my lashes.
"Please, mom. . ."
"Let me feel you my Konstantine. Touch me!" She moaned and began rutting against me.
I closed my eyes. I can't look at her. With my eyes closed, I could imagine it wasn't my mother on me, I could imagine it was some random boy. It made me feel less guilty and sick knowing that I enjoyed it. Her moans made the fake boy glitch in my head but I refused to open my eyes and look at her. My hands stayed anchored on the floor with my claws boring through the rotting wood, adding more holes to the floor.
Eventually, it was over - She fell asleep against my chest. I would have carried her back to her room as usual but the thought of putting pressure on my numb leg was scandalous. Instead, I laid her on the floor and closed her legs that were coated in my sperm.
After fixing myself, I opened the note. I frowned; there were no words, only a rough sketch of the bridge with me leaping to my death and a beast of a man standing not too far behind me.
A/N
Um hi? I've never written one of these and I have no clue what to say (O.O)
So yeah, there's chapter three and my heart aches for my baby Konstantine (T-T) Just letting anyone reading know that from this point on, there will be reoccurring subjects that will make you may make you uncomfortable and now is the best time to exit unscarred.
Some of these subjects may include - Self-harm, rape, homosexuality (please do not shame those who are apart of the lgbtq+ community if you do not agree with it. It is highly disrespectful and will not be tolerated), slavery etc.
Other than that, please enjoy and maybe vote IF you believe this chapter deserves it (totally your choice, please don't feel obligated) and comment on your thoughts of the story so far, things that are not that well explained (I am most likely going to edit this when it's complete) or whatever you want.
Also, a big thank you to @yeddabix for creating my amazing cover (^.^) and also inspiring me to start back writing even though Wattpad deleted my baby. Please check out her and @phaecy, they collaborated on some of my all time favorite books and honestly, they're amazing!
Until tomorrow hopefully,
~Lilith
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Thanatos: Reaper of Souls
Short StoryWe all like to think that we were meant to live but most of us were born to die. - Konstantine Konstantine Petrova was not meant to exist, a bad omen. When his existence is brought to Thanatos' attention, it becomes his mission to kill the boy in or...