The Inquisitor walks into my Hall. He seeks something, some proof of my evil. I sit on my throne, as hospitable as always, welcoming him in; I offer him mead, some bread, and meat. He declines, probing with his eyes every corner, his mind roving about, scanning for any sign of my filth, any emblem of the plague lord within my domain. But i know he'll find nothing, i've been expecting his coming and the rot that lies beneath the floorboards is hidden by the pristine carpeting, the flies that linger over the corpses in the corners disguised by a powerful glammer to appear as perfect flowers and trees, their scent filling the room with their aroma. The only failing i have is my own desire to watch his flesh drip off of his bones, to see him decay and fall apart in front of me. but i hold my lust in. I keep him entertained until he leaves, my disgust hidden from him...
I'm hiding behind a car, watching as he walks out to the package i've left for him. The idiot, he takes it without suspicion, doesn't seem to worry that it may hold something within that could spell his doom. i lean back, my breath coming quickly as i await the next part. And like an idiot he'll still open it, not worrying, and take a peak inside. Like an idiot he doesn't notice the string leading from the lid to the small pin inside. like an idiot he scratches through all the tissue paper, trying to find its secrets and then like an idiot he stares at the grenade, no pion, he's just removed it, and does nothing as, like the fucking idiot he is, he is blown apart. I'm still behind the car and as the glass is forced out of the windows of his house, as the contents of his domain are immolated along with him, i smile. I stand, dust of the sand and grass, and leave...
I'm in my pyjamas, lying on a matress that has been setup in my lounge, my lover next to me. We're both staring intently up at the screen, watching the images flow like water, filling our minds with some story, some ideal of some lie. We are intrigued. Ice coffee appears, i remember something; "I've got dessert too," i mutter in her ear. "Ooh! Really!" she exclaims. i rush off and fetch the ice cream. Its all peaceful as we devour almost three quarters of the ice cream. its all a charade though, cuz within days all this will mean nothing and she'll be gone....
Gorak lunges, the shards of glass embedded in his arm smacking directly into Ethliss's face. The force coruscates back up his arm, and paralizes him, he hits the floor writhing uncontrollably and the demon within takes over. at least he's saved Magenta, he thinks. but the last image he sees before his view fades into a haze of red is her body lying on the floor, already rotting as the heightened decomposition takes hold. He is not aware that her betrayal is complete. And his internal betrayal is the one thing that will save them all...
I'm sitting on the balcony, a cigarette in hand, the smoke drifting over the trees, perhaps over the ocean far below. My mind muses about how perhaps the creatures below are watching, a quivering nostril scenting my burnt tobacco smell, a moth trying to evade me but unable to ignorwe the tempation of the light above me, giving me a halo like something blessed from on high. I'm watching the air, cuz there's nothing else to watch. The soft puffing of the Steam train holds no interest for me. The barely conealed windows, lit from within ny the neighbours who hide behind them, gives me no succour. I'm supposed to be here for some reason, some epiphany, some forwarding of fate. But nothing i see does the trick. nothing gives me any succour. And so it feels like i'm fading, never to be revealed again...
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