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What darkness consumes us and holds fast onto our fiery cradle, sheltering within, the burnt offerings of our retched souls, to do his inherent evil? To drift into the endless nightmares of the un-forgiven, crawling amongst the filth that flows through their tainted blood. Desmond surrounded himself with their agony, crucifying them on the wooden crosses of their rotting afflictions, driving the cold iron spikes deep into their desolate despair…… Bloody hands traveled along their pale flesh, lifting them high above the screams of the dead and dying as if for a moment delivering them into salvation, but instead, impaling them on the long shafts of their disillusionment. ………Within dark dreams…..
He awoke, and sat up quickly from the large couch that sat silent in the middle of a sea of hardwood floor, then crossed his arms and clutched at his nakedness in cold reflection. The small demons walked stealthily across the ridge along the back of the couch, their backs raised in grotesque humps, and their ugly dark heads with long pointed ears and red eyes searched from side to side, as if poised in a predatory stalk. "Leave me." He whispered. They jumped and scurried across the floor as his eyes followed their movement in the midst of light and shadow, then they disappeared into the distant darkness that engulfed the walls beyond. His eyes were drawn towards the embers in the nearby fireplace that glowed with eerie reverence, spitting tall flames towards the hungry flue above. He pulled the covers slowly from his sister's corpse, searching her gray emancipated body for any outward signs of her apparent death. But none were obvious, for the sickness had taken her from within………..Eating at her…………Consuming her, until her painful last moments. Desmond had crept into her room in the early morning hours after the wake, to see her for the last time alone, to try and understand through a child's curiosity of love and death, the subtle reasons of its deep emotions. He loved and would miss her so; her beautiful smile was once like a small pink crescent surrounded by a tiny nose and big brown eyes. His lips met hers in a somber cold kiss as his tears fell from his cheeks and onto hers, running down the sides of her face and pooling into the recesses of her delicate ears. "My dear sister," he whispered as he looked into her closed sunken eyes." What devil has taken you from me? You were the only one that I could ever confide my secrets, the only one who had ever cared………… My love to you always Alexi, where ever you may be." Desmond pulled his eyes away from the flame as he tried to wipe the memories of his despair from his already tormented existence, he had not thought of his loving sister for many years…………And her memory now became like a new disease, to eat at his soul, to torture him further in its relentless evil. He tilted his head back and looked into the blackness above, then closed his eyes. He thought he heard a small whisper as if floating upon a silent wind. It sounded soft, and caressed him with its sweet embrace. "Desmond…….." It sang gently in a child's voice, " Desmond………….Do you still love and miss me? Do you still think of me often in your dreams?" Startled, he stood up, and searched the darkness, "Who is there! " he cried out. "Who?" She came before him, shrouded in a pale blue misty veil, her small white hand reached out for his, her fluid fingers moving, eyes looked into his, wanting, needing…….. Loving. He fell back onto the couch, his mouth agape in a silent scream. " No………Alexi, leave me here, I ………….I am tainted. Leave this place, for I can not come with you…….." Behind the veil her tears became black with her sorrow, and once again she reached for him, but this time she gently disappeared into the shadows, and her delicate hand and fingers were all that remained until the morning light began to seep through thick curtains, and she disappeared. |