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Holymintea
Aug 01, 2022
In Short Stories
Word Count: 719 Date: 2019 Girls of Honey Ash Who are you when you don't remember your face or your voice? Clothes of translucent silk, a soft couch like clouds and a luxurious room filled with exotic women of charming personalities, all surrounding and competing for the attention of one man. King of kings, the absolute power of the empire. The King enjoyed the surrounding pleasures as long as he possessed power. She had always lived like this, from bed to bed, between kisses and caresses, but, perhaps, it was just that this person was special, and she wanted him to see only her, that she realized that she herself did not know who she was. Thinking of her existence as something fleeting, the succubus in the imperial harem, possessed a striking aura, noble and melancholic, which placed her as one of the most favored by the king. But what happened? Where did the king get the strength to punish the woman with eyes as crystalline as the sky? Imprisoned with ties of precious stones in a turquoise armchair, being the audience of the King's orgy, her eyes glistened from the tears she refused to shed, and her pale skin blushed from the effort to remain indifferent. Anyone who saw her would feel their heart being scratched, fast in begging for forgiveness, offering salvation to the muse. The King, finishing his activities, dismissed his women with a gesture and, calmly and slowly, approached the most beautiful woman in his harem. "I hope you understand that you are worth nothing to me but your body and a moment of pleasure." His words, mercilessly branded her, what exactly was she living for? Was it wrong? To desire to be real? To desire to love? What happened to his words of desire and affection? When he would gently take her hand and give flowers to her and only her. When he held her in his arms, and they only slept, because he trusted her words and heart. The King stops himself from speaking further, as he sees a tear slide down the cheek of the jewel in his eyes. God alone knew the strength of will it took not to comfort her, but he could not endanger her more. His sandy kingdom was falling apart, and the luxuries present were all but an illusion. Except for her. His beloved. The rebellion was on the rise, and he had to take from her, with his own hands, all the love and importance she represented. "Your tears soften my heart, but mean nothing to me. Until you learn your lesson, tomorrow you will be sent to the Ash Palace. " The Ash Palace, the farthest place from the King. Gradually, the vitality in the succubus' eyes diminished with pain, the King, unable to bear it any longer, turns his back on her and leaves the room, slamming the door hard as he closes. Abandoned in her solitude, the women who had just gone out or danced with the King come to her. Looks full of superiority, disgust and glee assailed her from every direction. Harpies girded themselves around her, threatening to drown her with their scorn and despair, singing heartbreakingly of all she lost by the crime of confessing her love to the King. ♦ ♦ ♦ Night fell, the succubus, hungry and broken, gained strength from the darkness. "What's the difference, if I can't have you, what's the use of being me?" Even as the grief in her heart screamed indignantly, she could not bear to have that man she loved to rest his gaze on some other woman. She was hungry, thirsty for life, and so, with silent steps, she came to the common quarters of the harem in the dead of the silent night. Even in oblivion, she was the only one who slept with the King at night, and she would make sure it stayed that way. Just as she came to life, to know the world, pain, love and pleasure, so she would fade away, but she would not do so alone. The succubus looked at each of the sleeping women and began to dance, taking with her the lives of the ladies, one by one, until, at sunrise, in that earthly paradise, only golden ash like honey could be seen, where the maidens had lain the night before.
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Holymintea
Aug 01, 2022
In Short Stories
CW: Death, Murder, Brief Mentions of Blood Word Count: 728 Date: 2019 Dark Forest, White Night When I open up my eyes, the night was looking back at me with its scattered stars, while the moonlight illuminated my path. It was very cold, and I kept moving to conserve what little warmth was still inside me. I knew the forest was dangerous, much more so in early winter, when the animals hid to sleep and the monsters came out to hunt, but if there was a slim chance of survival outside, there was none in the village. My eyes filled with tears as I remembered my escape from the place I had called home for so many years, the betrayal and suffering from discovering that it was nothing more than a slaughterhouse, a glass box for freaks like us, the Isha, who endowed with the power to see the unseen served as tools, and in the worst cases, entertainment. Apparently, many people enjoyed watching someone being tormented by demons that could not be seen or heard. I could no longer move as easily, the lack of food and tension eating my sanity, the last defense I had against them, the Unseen, the ones that don't show themselves until the person is about to die. I didn't know I was a special Isha until I discovered that there were monsters that only I saw. Demons of darkness that roamed aimlessly until they found a person weak enough to die within hours, I called them Baahi. Branches thundered behind me, and I quickened my pace, clutching tightly the gray scarf around my neck. Hollow voices and intelligible murmurs began to sound, alerting me to their presence, reminding me once again that I had not escaped alone... and Nala's sacrifice to ensure my escape. It is possible to manipulate and control the creatures to some degree, by offering sacrifices of flesh and blood, you could make them obey a few simple commands, such as capturing a runaway. My breath hitches and with my skills I follow the trail left by a fox nearby, I can feel the Baahi approaching, a coldness more intense than from the snow that has begun to fall, I grit my teeth, and with a last impulse I run after the fox's trail, spotting a den with the animal fast asleep. Likewise, if they came to you and offered them a sacrifice to their liking, they would leave without looking back. We understood too late, and by the time I knew what had happened, Nala was dead. With my hands shaking, I pulled a sharp knife out of my clothes and crept closer to the fox. Forgive me. In one motion, I cut off the animal's head, its red blood staining the now white floor, covering my cold, slightly bluish hands with its warmth. In that instant, I feel a presence over my shoulder. My hair stands on end, so afraid that I can't even move. Baahi are incorporeal until the moment their prey is about to be devoured. Its head was large, humanoid with apparent slimy texture, as it seemed to drip a kind of black slime all over its body, from its eyeless face and sharp white teeth, through its long, skeletal body to its hands, long with claws so sharp that with a single touch it could cut stone or steel. With his head on my right shoulder, I don't risk moving in the slightest, sweating cold from head to toe and trembling with terror. Slowly it runs its hand over my other shoulder, grasping both the fox's head and body, dripping fresh blood that from the heat can still show a little steam. It stands up, leaving me on the ground, kneeling and numb from the imminent danger that takes me a couple of seconds to react. Patiently, I hold my position for a few minutes without hearing anything, and decide it's time to turn around when I come face to face with the face of a Baahi with its teeth bared, opening its jaw the size of my head. I can see inside because of the peculiar way he opens his mouth, past the three rows of sharp teeth and his long, smelly tongue, to the pit of his stomach where I catch a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes looking back at me along with a blue brooch, an exceptional combination with a gray scarf. There were two…
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