Wings Of Chaos

Aleksandar III

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Isn't it lovely, sitting alone in the dark and contemplating whether you should give up on life? That's what Aleksandar was thinking this past year. Wouldn't you give up on life knowing that you will suffer forever, covered in bruises, bite marks and scratches. Some of her men burned him, yet there were no marks and it didn't hurt him. They think that he is weak and that he's afraid of them. Oh no, they should be scared of him, his mind is broken, unable to mend. I can feel something dark trying to crawl in him, I can't feel him, it's as if he swamped places with a monster. Ah, he's looking around, we have to keep quiet so that he doesn't block us from his thoughts.

I'm afraid to see what's inside his head, for anyone his mind will be too much to handle, because if a child's view of the world is like Aleksandars, then our own world is scary. For now, I have to go, she is coming!

Aleksandar waited patiently for her to come. He looked down to see the four dragon eggs were still on the blanket, how lovely they looked. Today was the day he saw the future. His son gone.His puppy gone. Now all he has left are his unborn children and no way to go home.

He again had the dreams and he just kept on looking at the mythical eggs as if they knew something he didn't. What were they trying to tell him? Before he could even ask himself anything more, he saw her. Quickly getting up he went out the room and walking slowly out the castle towards the sacred shrine.

As they entered the shrine, they stand in the middle waiting for the priestess to arrive with her offering, as far as he knew those were hearts. Slowly the shrine was filled with men, women and children of the kingdom, there were those who belittled and abused him. He watched them all talk laughing, waiting for him to make a mistake. They think they are in control. He would show them all what it means to be in control, they should be fucking scared of me thought Aleksandar as he was left alone on the platform. The priestess came to him and gave him 3 slimy bloody hearts and said "Your path will be chosen, not hers", as she said that Aleksandar was intrigued with it. As Aleksandar looked at the blood soaked still beating heart, he realized how small his hand was. Will his destiny be unraveled by this heart?

He sank his teeth into it and and blood came pouring out of it, the blood was so salty that he wanted to vomit. The tissues of the heart were chewy that you couldn't just swallow it, the arteries that surrounded the heart were cutting open. While he was eating, he could hear the priest sing, he learned their language so it was easy for him to speak and listen to it, it's not as hard as old church language. As he finished the first heart, the second one was already waiting for him. He got used to drinking blood as he was tending his own wounds. The second one was so much better in taste, he sank his teeth even harder tearing the heart, trying to bite off more pieces, he was hungry for it, he is addicted to it. He finished it in 2 min and third was waiting for him. The smell aroused him and he became hungrier. Was these how wild animals and monsters felt when they smell blood, if it is, he was one of them. He wanted to moan at the taste but he didn't want anyone to know about his pleasure, it was so quiet, they were just watching him as the priest sings. He was done, he rose slowly blood dripping from his mouth, the liquid slowly falling to the floor, he was proud of himself.

Suddenly the priest started to speak "To be or not to be, heart as black as its soul, a beast with fire will come to take away the pain. Sorrow will guide the soul to be more human. Forgiving will be the death of the soul. Trust will be damned. The monster will succumb to the dark as everything leaves. Agony will consume the world. The dragons will roar in tears as the world burns to avenge a child ".

Everything was quiet, no one spoke as whispers came through. Aleksandar sat quietly n the ground contemplating it all. Did this mean the dragons will rise? My dreams really do come true!

"Song of the great beasts will be heard to make everyone bow down"

He quietly went to his room where he sat on the bed, he knew that she wanted to hear a prophecy about a child, she expressed to him how she wanted a child so bad. 'They' tried and yet nothing, but he knew that she has her periods monthly and realized in agony that he was the problem. He was infertile, he can only dream about a child.

As she entered, she started to get angry and told him," Why? Why can't I have children? I never slept with anybody because I love only you. I want to have a child with you, a child that will one day inherit us. I want our child to conquer the world! ". She started crying, but Alexandar didn't feel an ounce of pity. They had a son, he wanted to scream at her. Suddenly she started to attack him with kisses and started undressing herself. He responded to her kisses, he didn't care if he hated her, he needed to do this. Get her guard down and fuck her. They didn't even make love as they both panted, this was nothing to him.

Suddenly she started kissing him and their pounding reduced to making love. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he sank his teeth into her jaw and when he drew blood he stopped. He looked at her questioning gaze. It was time.

He grabbed his lower jaw with one hand and the upper in the second, he started tearing them apart, skin was tearing apart as he pressed harder and harder. He didn't feel pain as the skin slowly tore apart, blood splattering across the walls. The sound of tearing was loud and not pleasant to hear, under him she screamed in pain as her jaw was also tearing apart. With her flaying hands she knocked over a lantern and fire burning her slowly.

Her screams were getting louder and Aleksandar knew everyone will be up on their feet. The fire consumed him finally and the only sound that was heard was the screeching of his wife. Fire was melting her skin. Her eyes turning into black holes. Her once beautiful face held only muscles and melting skin. He sat beside her. Could do it? Why isn't he doing it? He could be free now. Do it, just do it. Slowly he raised his hand as he felt something slide down his cheek. He had t do it, right? He wasn't a monster? If does it, will that avenge his son? Help me, he whispered in his head as vices came in. The voices were so loud calling him weak, how he will finally die. What did he do wrong to deserve this? Maybe, magic wasn't real. If it wasn't why would the eggs move around? He couldn't pry his eyes from her to look at the cracked moving eggs. But he felt them. As the flames engulfed everything, he could hear people yelling and banging on their door. This was it.