In Nica's Shadow

NOTE: This story is discontinued and completed. It was written at a time I was very sick and thought. It would not turn out well. I have shifted the energy of writing to a new story that is a more intense form of BDSM and romance but doesn't delve as deeply in pending death and doom. In the realm where mortals tread, I observe their frantic scurrying, stumbling from grace, and bowing before false deities. They sacrifice kin and companions, seeking fleeting solace. The art of traversing known realms and conquering fear eludes them. I have allowed them to wander aimlessly for far too long. The foul scent of hope pollutes the world as they yield to fear, devoid of valor and pride. I dispatched my begotten sons, time and again, to seduce and ravage the sins of the masses, heralding an era of death and desire. Plagues and wars unfurled as my sons painted the world in chaos. A sly grin emerges upon my lips, for I delight in the spectacle. It reminds me of a nursery rhyme from a bygone era, whispered at a child's bedside. The darkness weaves strange reminiscences of the bittersweet. A child afflicted by plague's boils and the mother's dread realization of transmitting her malady. Through the ages, naught has changed since their first steps upon the earth. Agony and despair linger in the air, the essence and longing of existence. Amidst the apparent serenity, a subtle note of turmoil wafts—a melody of corrupted souls. For even in their docility, these creations can wield ruthlessness. Alas, they revere strength, unaware that the mightiest often shatter, crying like infants as their bones snap between my fingers. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Should you seek a tale of systematic oppression, generational torment, vile assault, and the macabre, I extend an invitation to the narrative of innocence's demise—the beauty found within life's darkest corners. The battle yet wages, and perchance, as my final thoughts manifest, redemption shall unfold its melodic strains. Or perchance, I shall pen their ultimate sentence—an exquisite requiem, unbridling my vengeance in the shadows cast by Nica.

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CH 21 - Narrated Evil

Zoe startles at night as she hears her sister waking up first to begin her prayers. Since she has kept the faith, she needs the wash basin first. Zoe stretches with a soft smile, knowing her sister will take some time. Closing her eyes, she heard the movement of the wash basin as the subtle lapping water helped her move back to sleep.

The soft brimstone scent filled the room for a few moments as Zoe stirred awake. Watching her sister use the wash basin, knowing she is following, there is a knock at the door. Nica quickly covered herself as their father came in and told her the Guardian needed her.

Nica seemed almost panicked at the news. Zoe didn't understand why because, unlike her sister, she didn't believe in the fates. For Zoe, nothing was significant about the Seer, the Guardian, or the Oracle. The nightmares haunted her, but she didn't believe in the scriptures. There was no need to when the world was complicated enough on its own.

Zoe flinched, startled at how her father grabbed Nica's arm. The fear in Nica's eyes as his hand pressed harshly into her. His eyes looked almost rabid as he stared at the hem of her dress and tossed her into the hallway.

His voice raised as she slammed against the wall, causing fear. A genuine terror was in Zoe's mind as she felt like a child running, running through the forest from the monsters. They felt the brimstone's terrifying scent as they encountered that deer. The deer was torn, with blood strewn across the plants and the trees.

Pushing her feet into the bed, Zoe scratches her arm as she tries to escape her nightmares. This can't be happening as her father makes demands of Nica. Zoe gasps as she falls between the bed and the wall.

In sheer panic, she moves under the bed, feeling the nightgown riding up as she does. Not caring, just needing to be hidden away from anyone's view. Her father screams in pain and curses Nica for not giving him what he needs.

Zoe holds her breath as she struggles to hide. Her terrified mind is not allowing her to breathe as she exists at the edge of consciousness. Her mind fails her as Zoe gasps loudly for a single breath as her father laughs, storming back into the room. Struggling against his desire and needs, she pulls at anything to escape his grasp.

The pressure builds within me as I see the father grasping at his child. The red mist of the demonic seeps into the village as the greatest fears and desires are unleashed. The way she whimpers pitifully as her life of safety is being torn from her. His hands rip her nightgown from her body as she cries in pain.

The constant hate and desire consume the man, wanting to claim it for himself. Wanting to take everything she is as she screams in pain and torment. She calls out for her sister as he is on top of her. He forces his knees between her legs and her legs apart as she cries in horror.

The red mist floats through the city as the scent of blood fills my nostrils. The demonic creatures move through to feast. They need to as their need is great, but they feast upon the wicked and leave the pure. She fights against his advances and hits her father as he strikes her with such anger and desire. I cannot let it happen... I could, but... the yearning... the want is growing with each crucial moment.

The strikes land against her as she cries in pain, her fight waning. Her desire to be free to be let alone, as he rips her panties from her body. Evil serves no purpose; it doesn't feed the greater hunger. It doesn't provide anything as the blood boils within my veins. It takes only a moment, but the world falls into darkness as a harsh growl erupts, shaking the world.

Without light, I move swiftly and grasp the creature, trying to destroy his creation. The blood boils as the mind unleashes, gripping the beast, throwing him against the wall, and holding him tightly across his throat as the young woman chokes naked on the ground. As sheer panic fills the predators' eyes, a delicious smirk crosses my face. He can't see in the dark; what a pity.

Holds his body against the wall as I imagine, thinking of a horror to bestow upon him as tiny creatures move across my body as walks down my arm. The little critters run against his flesh as he cries out in fear.

Small teeth bite into his flesh as more tiny monsters climb across his body. Biting into his flesh as their little arms pull it apart, cuts tearing into the creature as his body bleeds. The tiny movements, sawing, chewing, festering in him. The man's face breaks out into a sweat as he screams.

The creatures move into his mouth. He tries to bite down hard upon them and feels the pain of the teeth striking their hardened shells. He bites down harder as his teeth splinter in his mouth, cutting his flesh as the little larva slips off, moving into him, cutting him open, devouring his muscles, tearing into him. A low growl escapes my throat as we transition to another plane of existence.

Laughs warmly, seeing the terrified girl move into the corner, knowing she is safe. Looks to the father as my clawed hand reaches down and grasps his throat once more. With a delicate skill, his eyelids are cut away... he will witness the object of his desire... just out of reach.

To watch her bathe, change her clothes, and live her life. The thing he wanted to steal from her preserved as the festering demonic creatures moved through his body. Move through his veins and feed upon him in the months and years to come.

Closing my eyes, I blink as my mind envisions the world around me. To experience the destruction of my creation by the creatures who roam it. A great hatred and anger fester inside of me.

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