The
Other Side
By SMYGO4EVA
Dreams.
The river of souls is traveling endlessly through nowhere.
Hell, Heaven And Earth.
Everything is in between.
The atrocious.
The pure.
The mixture of both, the ambiguity is almost frightening.
The dreams kept coming back.
She would be there.
Hell.
The Shadow Realm.
Every soul is crying, where every soul is dying.
She was alive, only because he wanted her to be.
She wasn't useful dead.
He was the king of the night; he commanded the darkness to do his bidding.
If he wanted her brought to him, the tendrils of the soulless shadows would take her to him.
She would be screaming, pleading for another's life in lieu of her own.
He was gentle.
Rare.
He was gentle with her.
Her auburn hair was entangled in his fingers, a waterfall of blood upon his hand.
Red.
The color of blood.
Colors: from white to black to gold to purple to red.
They would say goodnight now.
Oyasumi…
She wanted to see the light, but he wanted the darkness.
Serenity.
Marik.
They would meld.
Be combined.
Hands feverish.
Fingers twisted in ecstasy.
The darkness.
Morningstar.
The serpent.
Eve.
Luring her away from the pure garden.
To occur in reality.
Haunted by desire.
Taken by the slick tendrils masking one's fate.
The golden bands shimmer in the light.
A false light.
Hope comes crashing down.
The roses shine in the moonlight, black to red to white to black again.
They would, as they say, make love in the dark.
Losing their mind.
'What should I do, Marik?'
'Let go, sweet Serenity...'
A tongue to the lips.
Hand to a plump breast.
Hazel meets purple.
The other side is now – the warmth has come.
Lips open in a sharp gasp.
Red hair lit in a dying flame.
Platinum blonde hair spiked, dripping with sweat.
Blood encircles them.
They seek each other.
Almost crushing each other's hearts.
One has no heart.
They embrace with friction.
Following with the sweet release they sought after.
Goodnight.
There will be no morning in the Shadow Realm.
Unless you're alive, of course.
You're dead, Serenity Wheeler.
You're with Marik now, the Morningstar.
You're his Queen, his bloodstained Queen.
He is King of the realm.
You are his mate.
His soulmate.
Both souls are together now.
In deep pleasure when needed.
Pure and tainted.
A God and his Goddess.
In love.
In lust.
Obsession.
Need.
Want.
Hate.
Desire.
The Other Side.
It is calling.
OWARI