Bête Noire
By SMYGO4EVA
A dark beast.
Something that lives within all nightmares and something that will not be discussed.
Something that you try to run away from. Something you want to go far away from. Something you never want to see as long as you live.
But sometimes fate isn't kind.
For some, it hasn't been kind to begin with. For other, it has been very kind to.
That is when the darkness kicks in.
That is when the beast rears its head.
Forever changing what it comes in contact with.
Changing whatever sanity they had left.
That is when the fates begin to alter, when the tides are turned in an unforgiving sea, when everything that you know and love is turned on its heels.
Everything escapes you.
You don't know where you are.
You don't know if there is anywhere, or anyone, you can go to.
You're helpless.
Alone.
A blood fountain would appear and there is no stop to the overflowing of the lifeblood; the bloodshed of many.
The dark beast roars in triumph at the sight of the vermillion sea.
The blue eyes waver and the shell they hold collapses onto the ground, sinking it the blood red sea.
Blue eyes….
The scar….
The Maiden of the dragon rises from the vermillion ocean, blue eyes still clear as the night sky.
The Thief King is ready for the Maiden, eagerly awaiting her next move, his intentions evident in his clouded amethyst orbs.
Dragons soar into the black night, screaming endlessly as they attack the monster of the Thief King's conjuring.
Blood stains the white moon and the blue eyes become red.
The blue eyes are no more.
The Thief King laughs in victorious conquest.
The Maiden falls once again, bloodied and impure.
She falls into his arms.
The beasts fall to the red-violet ocean.
Defeated.
The maiden feels weak in the Thief King's arms
Trying to move a muscle, but cannot.
If she failed, then God had failed too.
This god has failed.
The Thief King has won.
He can finally claim what is his.
In a moment of pure madness, the Thief King throws his head back and laughs in triumph once more, realizing what he has truly gained, what he has truly accomplished.
The maiden is his.
The Maiden is his.
Forever.
Bête noire.