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Started by Anonymous, June 12, 2008, 01:20:47 AM

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the sadistic beast has come to play,

Seraph walked uncharacteristically slowly down a leaf-littered path, head tilted up to the sky and hands clasped behind his back. The clouds moved at a quarter-speed, and the breeze that caressed his skin felt heavy and lethargic. The boots the Lord wore made no sound on the white gravel path, but the sound of his heart pounding in his ears was deafening. He'd be surprised if no-one else heard it and asked if he was having a heart attack. Truth be told, Seraph had no idea why his heart was beating so loudly, and it unnerved him to an extent. His mind felt foggy and damp, much like a rain forest after a winter downpour. The air smelt stale and he heard no birds singing songs, but he deception was his finest art and no-one would suspect a thing.

directing death throughout his day.

He had seen a boy; a younger boy, 25 or a little older, with sand-colored hair that obscured black-blue eyes and a malicious smile. Seraph could not pinpoint the emotion behind that smile, and it both intrigued and irked him to no end. He would often spot the boy, dressed in peasant's clothes, standing behind horses or a blacksmith. He was always hidden or shadowed by something; never had Seraph seen the boy in full. He was an enigma shrouded in mystery, and whilst Seraph was no detective, he felt an urge to find out everything, down the very last detail, about this boy. Not too long ago, Seraph had felt that he was being watched, and as he turned, the swish of tattered rags disappearing into a barn was the only thing he heard.


to tame the beauty and its will,

A myriad of explanations churned inside the Lord's head, but they all seemed so absurd. Assassin, hired by the King. Spy, hired by the Connlaoth militia. Thief, needing more money, more clothes; shelter, power. Seraph couldn't believe any of them, but what other explanation could he offer? A boy, simply wanting a friend? A young man, in awe of a Lord abundant in money and position? It made his head spin like a weaver's spool, and the pit of his stomach felt heavy, like lead. Almost as if it had been chewed up and stuffed back in through a hole in his sanity, because he was certain he was going insane. Perhaps the boy was a figment of his imagination. An apparition, come to trick him as they did Macbeth. Seraph felt mildly furious. It felt like a bad fairytale - like Beauty and the Beast. The thing that terrified and infuriated him was the fact that he was no prince - he was the damsel in distress. The Beauty.

he'd never waste the chance to kill.

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