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 43 - Gabriella's Fate

The voice scratches down the back of her mind as the footsteps walk behind her. Gabriella takes a deep breath and tries to calm her nervous mind as the birds act differently. The world feels different, but she can't quite put her finger on it as she tries to realize the world's ways.

Once vibrant, the sounds of their songs are singing songs of desperation. Taking deep breaths, she recites a spell before a bird clasps its beak roughly against her clothing tearing it again. Her clothes are in tatters, tears streaming down her eyes; she wishes she was next to Caesar.

Wishing she was wrapped in his arms tightly right now. She regrets her mistake of asking him to enter back into the world. He was a shell of what he once was, but they weren't in danger as they are now.

The birds once sang beautifully in a way that was the most romantic moment. They are acting in ways that are defiant and with a sickening lust they never had before. Their spirits are corrupted by something unspoken that exists in the world.

"You know why we are here, don't you?" The voice asks gentle laughter in her tone.

"You are here because the Oracle wishes it..."

"He wishes what?"

"He?" the voice laughs warmly, "Oh no, he is long gone. His flesh is now feeding the worms and critters that litter the forest. No, there is something so much more delectable going on now."

"What does the Oracle want?"

"She wants you to die, and then when you are dead, I will take your head to your love..."

Gabriella closes her eyes as she prays that Caesar is safe. He is in a world where he can truly be saved from the world. In the realm of the spirits, where they were in love. She knew that people were suffering and couldn't sit by and do nothing; they needed to do something more. There was suffering in the world unanswered. They needed to be sure that there was a chance for greatness and that they couldn't wait there suffering as they were. They needed to do more, and people needed to save themselves, but they needed a chance to do so.

With a deep breath, Gabriella looks up and sees the face of an unknown Demon, "My Master will conquer you... Caesar will not let me die in vain."

"The fool is already dead, eaten by a thousand nightmares that feasted on the blood that runs through his veins. Strengthening the nightmares that live among us as he suffered for the sins of the past. He was judged to be unworthy of his life..."

"No..." Gabriella screams as she collapses, her body wracked with pain... can he come back? Is it possible that he will return to a different life? Will she meet him again.... please let her wake up, and they are back in bed with the views of the world tearing itself apart.

"Oh yes, she judged him to be unworthy.... he had killed our beloved mother, Sera. For that crime, he was torn apart by the nightmares of Ezra."

Tears fall down her eyes as her body is wracked with guilt. Her body pulses with power as she struggles to control her emotions. It can't be... it can't be the man she has loved is gone. Is that the difference she felt in the world?

"Wait... my love?"

"Oh yes, I will bring your head to Lily. A beautiful final sight before she is torn from the world."

Gabriella closes her eyes as spasms move through her body... "Please, Caesar, forgive me..."

"He can't..." the voice says as, in a flash of a moment, the woman screams. The flames emitting from the witch's body melt the creature's skin as the muscles sizzle under the strength of the fire. As the bones explode, everything within a hundred meters vanishes in the shedding of the final tear of great love.

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