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.

DerekJPerna · Fantasia

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53 Chs

CH 39 - Gabriella's Search

There is the faint scent of lavender as she walks through the dense dark forest. The soft scents are often a hint of something just beyond sight. Stepping forward, she brushes the branches from her face as she realizes the smell almost floats on the wind. The subtlety of the scent causes a gentle worry to creep into Gabriella's mind.

Padding on the balls of her feet, she focuses her eyes on the ground. Each footprint is placed softly across the next one as she listens to the rustling of trees nearby. Her eyes spot large black and sliver feathers across the ground of a molting bird.

Taking a deep breath, she sings a soft melody. A tender song of loss among a storm of a glowing cloud. The sadness of a life lost as birds fell from the sky and found new forms.

The song is sung in an almost vibrant manner of the storm that should have never been. She knows that the music softens the birds. The melody tempered their hearts.

Gabriella hears the sounds of the creatures above. Flittering their wings as they bounce from one place to the next. The branches creaked under the weight of the monsters above. Branches creak loudly as a large crying squawk is heard.

Gabriella dips her head down as she moves through the forest. She feels their presence as they land with a giant thud beside her. Not daring to look up too far, she discretely looks at the naked form of the men and women bouncing around her.

Their bodies and scars tell a tale of their lives. Unlike the purebred humans whose faces are unique, these creatures are... Gabriella gasps. One of the youngest nips at her with its brittle bone beak. Cutting at her flesh as the tiny saw-like teeth cut at her flesh easily.

Without warning, the elders nip at the child's sides and ass as Gabriella notes the locations of the cuts. She knows that identifying friends from enemies is the only way to survive. The noise sounds different, most disturbed. The birds are not acting on their impulses but under the desires of something she can't figure out.

"Ah, that scent is lovely," a foreign voice speaks as it sniffs the air.

Gabriella keeps her eyes low, recognizing the instincts of a predator species. Her eyes are low as she refuses to speak, knowing that if the birds wanted to, they could tear her flesh. To devour most of her muscles before her body hit the forest floor.

She trembles softly as five razor-sharp claws cut into her gown as she stands perfectly still. Feeling the tips of the claws nick her flesh as they cut into around her breasts, stomach, and lower back.

"Oh, what sweet nectar you have..." the foreign voice says as Gabriella tries to calm her mind. To find the strength to cast a spell to get rid of them. But the claw sinks into her flesh again each moment she is almost there.

"The delightful scent of power, the knowledge of what lies beyond."

Gabriella stands tall and feels thankful that Lila has stayed in the homestead. She is grateful and terrified that the nightmares have stopped, as she can no longer travel to the village through the darkness.

"Cut away," the foreign voice commands as the creature nip and tear at her clothes. As she cries out, the creature cackles with glee. As a moan escapes their throat, "The scent of love is delightful. It masks your fear so beautifully flavored."

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