Disclaimer: I dont own kingdom hearts, or Disney, or the characters in either. I just write the stories using them.
Background: Very much a stream of consciousness after a string of particularly bad days. I've been depressed lately. This is also stylistically experimental. It might not make sense...But then again, stream of consciousnesses don't have to, right? Heh..Also, this is a darker piece, implied rape and boyboy. you've been warned.
prince of darkness
The figures danced, sweet dances of misery along a moonlit horizon. Their eyes reflected the sea and the sky. The earth stood alone
Crawling to the precipice, just overlooking the miserable abyss where wonton souls go to fuck, they rock against each other like the sky assaults the earth on a crystal clear day, or a morbidly grey one, where the storms rage and the rainwater turns land into ugly mud.
He's a prince of darkness inside an altar boy, and when he comes, it's with all the ferocity of a pent up beast, raging, snarling and snapping its jaws feverishly at the core center of existence. Make me whole
Innocence spills from two parted sultry lips, begging for affection and receiving only violence. Please hurt me..
Rhythmic and steady, but steadily forceful, theres ripping of innocent flesh, body of the innocent torn, tarnished, ripped asunder from the shadows and plundered miserably. He cries, moans, and pleads. I'm sorry.
There is no forgiveness; He's too far gone, seen too much. There's blood in his eyes, and the shadows, those damn shadows, tendrils of darkness in raging swirls, angry and hateful raise up, curl around the figures in the corners, from the ground, overhead; they watch with yellow, gleaming eyes from the darkness. You've forgotten me
He's a prince of darkness, fallen from the light, and into the warm embrace of shadows now. It clutches him, comforting and warming and he wonders how he never knew its sweet taste before.
He realizes now, this is why that stupid fool gave in so easily; This release is so sweet, so horribly, violently, disgustingly sweet, and he loves it. He understands why the one he once called best friend was so easily seduced.
The innocent fool is in a pile of his own blood, and sweat, and tears. That platinum mane spread out in the ice cold sand, assaulted by sea water that washes away his shame. His eyes, once proud and warm, reflecting strength, were now hollow and vacant and dead.
Defeated..
And the darkness, sweet, effervescent, glowing, swirls around him. It enshrouds the evil like a blanket from which two orbs of pure white emanate gleaming down upon his prey in silent satisfaction.
The shadows gaze on in equally silent approval, their dead, yellow eyes mocking and laughing. Oh how the mighty have fallen
He grins; showing rows of razor teeth and curls his swirling darkness around the other mockingly comforting, like one would hold a newborn. You're mine..
He takes the last ounce of light and snuffs it out, suffocates it, kills it, annihilates it, destroys it. There is no longer a heart to speak of to stand against the shadows as they consume him. Alone, he suffers; the last bit of light is gone, nothing but pure, hateful black remains. The demon smiles and holds the shadowcorpse close, just so he can ravage him again, and as he does so, he knows he's lost himself completely. But that's okay because it tastes so sweet, these shadows…
He is a prince of darkness now and it feels so fucking good.
FIN
If you enjoyed, please review ( if you didn't also please review!). Would like criticism especially on this .. experiment. Heh. Thanks in advance :)
