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Rated for: Adult themes.
Rara Avis
©2009 by Kei
Erutis wished there were anyplace she could go where he would not find her. The endless powers at his disposal, however, made elusion impossible as well as extermination, which she might have easily performed were he a lesser demon, but no, he was one of the nigh-omnipotent five elders, and he fancied her.
He wanted to lock her up in a crystalline cage like a precious songbird, or to imprison her in an ivory tower as a princess upon whom none but he could gaze. He wished her garbed in silks and velvets, in diaphanous gowns, in delicate shoes. He desired to take care of her the way one might a helpless child or a lapdog.
She did not know what he saw in her, because she knew he was not seeing her at all. He sang his foolish songs of love, but all he brought her was misery.
On a night when the moon hung huge and orange in the sky, he came to her, proclaiming his love, as always.
"I will not, nor will I ever be your woman, your girlfriend, your toy, your wife," she told him, her tone low and serious, prompting him to listen closely, rapt to witness this side of her heretofore unknown to him. "I know I threw tantrums when I was younger if anyone mistook me for a boy, but when it happens now, I realize I am glad. A woman is a wretched creature, and I shed any female skin I might have had long ago. Your pursuit is pointless and will ever be fruitless. There is nothing in you for me to love, and there is nothing in me that you could know how to love."
"But my Erutis, I have seen you wear lovely feminine attire," he pointed out.
"You know better than I the power of masks, Demon Lord," she said with contempt. "All your foppery is merely a veil to induce enemies to underestimate you. A dress works the same way for me, but it does not dictate who I really am underneath."
"I believe you underestimate me as well, my Erutis," Krayon whispered, drawing too near. "You think I do not see you; that I do not know what your core comprises. Have you forgotten who I am? Mine is the realm of dreams, and you cannot be so naïve as to think I do not spend every night in yours. I have seen those haunting memories you wish to forget; I am well aware of the reason you would be man rather than woman."
Horror gripped her heart. He had viewed those unspeakable things, those crimes perpetrated against her mother, who had been a fragile flower, as was expected of her.
"But that is what attracts me to you, my Erutis: Your fire and your rudeness and your strength and your boldness are traits no other woman possesses. You are precious because you would never calmly accept walking behind me, but instead would demand to walk abreast or even ahead." He utterly invaded her space then, grasped one hand and held it over his heart, and murmured in her ear, "And I would let you do so, and happily."
There. There. Her heart, ultimately, was still a girl's heart. She could no longer break away from him.
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