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Dark Desire


The Devil's Prophet

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Date: Apr 29, 2008
The man in Black
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.+. The sun had begun to set into the great deep blue...And the images fed to him from his dark goddess begun to fill his half life state.In this dream state his chest began to rise and fall in false breaths..Unusually long lashes for a male began to brush against his cheeks as the once corpse became the man who sung the dark goddess's name. Fingers would brush against the black velvet liner of his coffin. And with a final gasp of her name on his lips...Hues the color of absinthe opened in the darkness.
   The sun was gone...His queen...His obsession had awaken..Her voice calling to him..Pushing away the lid of the coffin he would move threw the dimly lit room..Already in his normal wear of black on black...With from time to time a bit of color with a tie.His black hair already set into the very pompadour that he tended to rock. Of course he always was given the comments of him looking like a certain musician....Who in truth...Stole his look.
  But with the effortless grace he made his way towards the woman who belonged to him (This at least was what he believed in his mind.) Falling to his knees before her as his cheek pressed against her thighs..A deep breath taken in all that was Kalika..He felt like a man who had been cast in the desert for years without water..... Kalika being the water...And while it had been hours since he last felt her touch...He needed once again.
What was it about this woman who once haunted his dreams? The one with laughter that shook him to his very core.She had become his drug..An addiction that could bring him to places he never dreamed of being...And at the same time...Could crush him with one word.
Marcus.
The golden child. Kalika's beautiful chlyd. A man that in truth Sammuel would love nothing more then to be rid of. After sixty years of caring for his goddess and belonging to her in his dreams....He found himself having to share the one thing that set him afire. Where was this golden child while his goddess laid in chains of slumber? Where was he when she cried out in his mind to be fed? Why had he not stopped the council from caging such a beautiful creature because of their jealously...Their jealous hearts hating Kalika for her power...For her unearthly beauty. For being more alive then they would ever be.
No...This Marcus wasn't worthy of Kalika...For her unbound love she gives so freely...For the gift she bestowed upon him. Moving to stand before his goddess....He would promise to bring her a gift when she returned that night...That he would go to Bliss and seek out the most beautiful flower in Marcus's garden. That he would blend into the shadows and watch this golden god to find out the secrets that laid in the hearts of the people of the islands. .+.  


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Dark Desire


The Devil's Prophet

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Date: May 2, 2008
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.+. Horrific nightmares and decadent daydreams brought this creature forth, feeding upon the lust and blood of others to keep him forever young. Pale flesh and coal black hair left no trace of his irish/cherokee to be betrayed. A male found in hid prime that would be kept forever beautiful. With vibrant green eyes that currently watched a small woman wrapped in a array of black and crimson silk ropes twist and turn trying to escape. Causing a smirk to tug at the corner of his lips as he brought the black clove to his lips. Her pleas to be released lost behind the gag. Only her all to accusing black eyes filled with tears and shame left as her only defense against Sammuel...And they were only causing his amusement to be increased.

Of course had she not been a present for his goddess...He would of finished her...Drained her dry and dropped her into the closest volcano...Oh yes...This island had its perks. Thousands of tourist that if gone missing...No one would notice...And if they had...Finding the charred remains...Usually threw of those who found the bodies.Pushing up from the crush velvet chair he would make his way across the room....Vibrant green hues on the woman...Letting his power curl around the woman...Making her forget the pain and discomfort of her current situation...

Because what good was a present...Who may loose their beauty in their tears?Those emerald eyes looking into the onyx ones of the bond woman who had been beautiful within the confines of her mundane tourist clothes...But became a demi goddess wrapped in silk with small trails of blood winding a path down her arm...And the trail of tears flowing over her cheeks His hand would brush against her cheek and in her dream state she would rub against it. Did she know how beautiful she was when she cried?

Long fingers curling in the woman's hair..Pulling her closer against his body, until every curve of the woman was pressed tight against Sammuel.. The woman he had dubbed Lilly for the sweet smell of her hair..Would continue to get closer to her dark captor. A small chuckle would rumble in his throat as his tongue slid over her cheek. play along a tear stained cheek, drinking in the pain and discomfort with the salty tang of tears; whetting a dark hunger for more.


"Hush now, pet. You would not wish to deny me the beauty of all this and the exquisite emotions brought to the surface, would you?"


The words were murmured right against the damp skin of the girl's temple before a kiss was pressed to the very same skin, leaving a perfect impression of taunting lips behind in the damp cheeks.Oh how he longed to drink from this flower...To send her into fits of ecstasy to hear his name screamed out upon her lips...To envision his Kalika...His goddess..To pretend that for those moments that the lilly was the goddess.

But it wasn't ment to be...Not in the physical world...But in the realms of his dreams...Oh..A longing sigh would escape his lips as he turned away from the woman who hung and would reclaim his seat...picking up the now half burned clove...She would be returning soon...

Picking up his journal...He would begin to write once more...The music...The notes in his mind would soon be brought to life....And for the moment..The woman would be ignored while she became so lost in the dream state. .+.



-- Edited by Dark Desire at 14:06, 2008-05-02

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