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Becoming Beyond

This is an original story, exploring a dark mind, twisted by trauma, and an attempt to look into the topics of human nature, history, duality of man along with other such topics in an elegant and unconventionally aesthetic way.

Nekromancer666 · Horror
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7 Chs

Desire

Mik couldn't peel his eyes away from the grotesque scene happening just at the other end of the hallway. He watched as Sergei grabbed the head by it's hair and brought it next to his own. The head didn't belong to a she, now it was just IT. Malenki thought so too. He placed a tender kiss on the lips next to him and the next second threw his possession to the ground. Final bursts of blood gushed out. Sergei squeezed the next as hard as he could and after some time quickly moved his arms away, letting a new river of blood mark his garments.He quickly hoisted the body up, grabbed it by the palm with one hand, and by the waist with the other one, and using his leg as support, began gracefully spinning. The man howled:~Shatter my skull, and make me scream with pain! Spin me all around...and then stab me...in the back!~Uncontrollable laughter broke out and Mik curled himself into a ball.~Ohh, Charlotte, isn't it amazing?!~Mik pulled his knees up to his chest, hands flying over his ears. His master threw the body against a wall in one swift motion and left the boy to watch in horror as he busyed himself with cutting off chunks from the body so he could only bring the area around the spinal cord up to the chambers nearby. The blonde dared not to speak and Sergei redirected his focus to him.-Well you're rather fortunate, darling, now you'll have to drink my blood!- Malenki happily chirped. He slashed his forearm with the sword that has been thrown to the ground and brought it up to Mik's face. With no option but to drink, the boy obliged, thousands of thoughts swirling in his head, though the metallic taste washed them away.He looked up at Sergei, drops of blood still hung to his chin in beautiful contrast to pale skin. One could almost mistake them fror freckles trying to run away, which he had tons of.That day five butlers have been called to tidy up. The head and spinal chord had been brought back to the Master's bedroom, while his butlers, apart from one, had the luxury of savoring the rest of the body. Nobody dared to enter the corridor that afternoon, except for them. Everybody else chose to navigate the manor using secret passages and stairwells. By the end of the day, all of the men had already exhausted their fun after taking turns pleasuring themselves using the body, and were now arguing about who shall bring it to the attic. It was a dirty deed, the place even more ominous than hundreds of corridor's, all screaming.-You do realize people don't come back from there?!- The first butler roared.-Not like you, they don't,- the other one interrupted, -don't be a pussy or you won't even get the chance to get any next time.-The halls roared with laughter, any passer by would have mistaken it for lone wolves howling in the night.-Are you gonna wet yourself boy?--Piotr, what...- -Shut it!- The man jumped up, thought quickly ended up in the same place with the help of a blow to his gut.-Look who's talking back. Get the bitch outta here.-Soon enough, Piotr was the only one left and so he could finally let go.-CHARLOTTE, MY LOVE...what have they done to you, poor thing. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Oh god, oh god, what have they done!?- Sobs overpowered the lonely silence, even the oozing stopped for a moment, there was only Piotr in his entirety. He began gnawing at Charlotte's hand, hugging what remains tightly. The man moaned and screamed, cursing God, then begging for forgiveness and mercy. Soon enough shouts became sobs, and sobs became quiet and then there wes only whimpering left. The next minute his canines gripped Charlotte's tender flesh so tightly, that even Sergei with his cross at times of despair couldn't compare.Sergei watched the horrific scene unfolding before him from behind the tapestries with unfathomable pleasure. Charlotte's body was now the color of her crimson dress. The man began screaming once again when he groped the woman's lungs and jumped back.-There's no stronger thing than desire for man. No matter how much he wishes to deny the ultimate truth, he cannot go against his primal instincts. A nice environment, a pleasant meal and a tight ass to finish off the day. A nice farmboy secluded from the world will eventually take on his sheep. Man's high is his ultimate downfall.- Sergei made the most of the sight by redirecting his hands from his cane.Piotr began by fully undoing the woman's corset, then her dress, in this way freeing her from the earthly burden of aesthetics. To Piotr she was most beautiful in that moment.-May I, my love? Let me.-He caressed her, spoke the sweetest of poems that a butler is able to muster, sucked her breast and the next moment had a chunk of flesh, blood and epidermis attempting to go down his throat. He gnawed at the body without bothering to swallow, the new matter simply pushed the old one down while blood acted as a lubricant. Charlotte's, if one could still use a name to refer to the pile of remains under another, less decayed looking, collection of meat that was thrashing around and painting an even more grotesque landscape.-Come, my boy.-