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 40 - Fading Nightmares

There is a quiet discomfort that Zoe can almost feel as she moves through the village. It seems to be a murmur among the villagers. They seem almost to be twitching, waiting for something to happen. Taking soft footprints through the roads, she feels something is off. As her footsteps move across the ground, the sound seems almost clear.

Moving forward, her mind slowly works out what can be happening. The way the town feels seems almost surreal. There is a cackling sound of laughter. Zoe picks up her pace and runs down the roads to the center of the village and witnesses children playing...

Pauses, she holds her breath and lets a foreign calmness enter her veins as she watches the eyes of everyone who passes her by. There seems to be something close to tears in the eyes of the parents as they walk by. Her mouth drops softly as she never remembers a time she could go out to play. A time in which she was able to leave the house without her father as the world was far too terrifying to play.

There is something inside her, a gentle comfort that rolls through her body as she breathes in and out. Is this a dream? Zoe wonders what is happening as the world is different. Strange. The animalistic sense of desire of having to keep the world secure is gone. She feels almost as if she is ready to sleep for days. She was no longer on edge, needing to constantly see what was happening around her.

Stepping forward, she calls out to one of the young boys playing, "Hi, what's going on?"

"Whatcha mean?" the boy asks.

"Why are you playing outside?"

"Mom!" the boy yells as Zoe immediately flushes, confused as the boy's mother comes running up, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I am..."

"You are what?"

"I am wondering why he is outside. I mean, what about the warnings? Anyone outside will be killed? Flayed..."

"Flayed?" the boy asks before seeing the look in his mother's eyes and thinking better of it, running back to his friends.

"You need to be careful; boys his age don't have those nightmares. They need to stay kids," the mother says, scolding Zoe but not harshly. "What is going on?"

"I just was never allowed to play outside. I don't feel scared right now. I feel in my heart that I have nothing to fear. But I can't explain how terrifying that feels. I mean, I am not crazy right?" Zoe asks on the brink of tears.

"Shhhhhh.... please.... please quiet down."

"What is happening? Why are we so...."

"The Gods have blessed us, child. Your curse is over."

"My curse?"

"In the scriptures, they say there will be a time when the Gods forgive us when our punishment will be over. We have been waiting three thousand years, and finally, it has happened."

"What has happened?"

"The Oracle. He's broken our forgiveness with the Gods. We are finally free of our nightmares. Our children are allowed to play in the streets. The elders don't want us to go to the woods yet. But we are free. And I understand what you are saying... what if this is too good to be true?"

Zoe sits dumbfounded. No... she was wondering if this was real at all.

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