Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

taipan · Urban

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74 Chs

Chapter 32

Athena walked through the long halls of the school, looking for Arsenio.

"I know what your name means, bitch!"

"Oh lord have mercy on …"

"Virile and potent! Virile and potent! That's what it means and that's what I am going to call you."

"No … we are …"

"I second that!" Daniel announced from behind.

"From henceforth you are now christened as Virile and potent!" Freda chimed in.

They continued to say something, but their voices had begun to fade only to be replaced by her voice. Soft whispers chanting over and over again.

"Taljack ouri … Taljack ouri … Taljack Ouri …"

It was like the voice of a serpent this time and with it came the shadows.

Lights began to fade as the ground shook under her feet. She heard the loud screams of a woman as she heard her scared voice lace between the voice of the serpent.

It was a single shadow at first, one dark form at a time. Announced with the gushing of the wind, that she felt on her face.

A myriad chant began to form between the beconing whispers and screams.

"nukhed nukhed gusto nukhed …"

It sounded like even more ancient, like it was the very language of the gods.

"Nukhed nukhed nukhed …"

An invocation for them. Asking them to descend upon earth.

Finally came the laughter.

Their laughter. The creatures and his.

"Call upon me my broken angel. Come back to the shadows with me."

They began to take form. They were different and yet the same, glowing amongst the shadows. The foul taste of blood coating her tongue. It was the purest form of evil that one could touch and yet she found herself drawn to it.

Yet, she found a ray of light between the shadows.

A gentle flame that she wanted to save from the darkness.

Her feet moved on their own accord as her fingers reached out. One gentle step at a time.

"Stop"

She heard between all the commotion.

It was Arsenio, but she was helpless. If only she could touch that flame once. It would all get better after all she brought in the shadows.

It was a very odd form of guilt that the shadows brought with them. For she knew it was senseless to think she brought them and yet just like her paradox of time the guilt made sense.

She felt something hold her back. She fought it.

She was almost there. She could feel the warmth at the tip of her fingers. The glow dancing on her skin.

"Yes call me back. Join me in the shadows again."

He begged once more.

The resistance became stronger. Anger rose from under her skin, boiling as flames from inside to out.

And just as suddenly she was snapped out of it.

The roof was top if her was in shambles. Arsenio, Freda and Daniel thrown against a wall. The smell of musk lingering and her eyes.

She saw them in the pieces of glass that lay shattered on the ground.

They were blazing red.

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