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 · 都市

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Chapter 36

Athena found herself at the edge of the lake, near the place where she had first heard the creatures voice for the first time. She did not know how she came here. All she knew was that one minute she was dreaming about something that she could no longer remember and then here she was.

Looking over the clear water of the lake wondering what she was going to do. Her reflection glimmered and shook in the water as her eyes adjusted to the soft moon light. Kneeling down at the edge of the water she kept staring at her face.

Watching the red hair look like soft flames under the dim light of the night. The stars reflected in her eyes as if the entire universe was buried in them. They were her full lips and this was her face and yet, it didn't seem like it was.

There was something unfamiliar about her reflection. Almost as if it did not belong to her, even if the face did. Much like that night there was something malevolent about her reflection too. She reached down to disperse the water in an attempt to dispel the reflection. And for a moment it did, but then as the water settled down, the image formed again much like it should.

And it was scarier than before.

The smell of death and charred skin began to fill her nostrils all over again. But, it felt different from the last time. It was fainter. It did not want to be found.

But, it could not hide.

Athena closed her eyes as she got up, letting her sense of smell and touch take over to find the hidden chateau. She moved slowly, following the smell of death.

Feeling the vibrant flame of the charred skin.

This time she felt it.

She felt the fire begin to lick her skin. The licks were soft and gentle like that of a lover. And the very same way they held in them a hidden passion.

Raw and chained.

Waiting. Hiding. And yet unwilling.

The closer she moved the stronger the smell got. The stronger the fowl taste of rot got. It was the taste of fear.

Before she knew it, she was standing in front of the chateau. She dared not open her eyes, fearing that the chateau would be lost were she to do so. That the creature would discover Athena's intrusion into her world and her home.

Slowly without opening her eyes she reached out to feel for door. She felt a window first. One she hadn't noticed the last time she was here. It was barred like a jail. The metal handles thick and round in her grip, echoing a moan of pleasure.

It was that of a woman.

Her raspy breath and pants were laced with the crack of a whip and the clanking of metal. Athena imagined it to be a sensual scene that had unfolded in front of her.

She could not see anything but could hear her, chanting a name over and over again.

Her moans faded and were laced with whispers and cries. It was his voice. She could have recognized it anywhere and yet it could not be him. For Athena knew this was a memory. But, there was no denying it.

He was begging them to stop. His mouth was dry and his voice was weak. Weaved with pain he kept begging them to stop. Promising he would leave her. Promising he would stay away if they just let her go.

Something told Athena they never did. Something told her that whoever she was stayed. A part of her never truly left.

Leaving behind something broken and lost. Suffering silently with the creature begging to be freed.

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