Delight screamed for help. She felt the pain rip through her consciousness searing everything that she was. There was no delight in this action, only coldness and pain and tears and confusion. This was not natural, it shouldn't be, yet it was, and delight could not understand. She screamed with her body, her soul and her all, but no one answered. She shook in agony and terror, feelings that could not be hers. She tried to escape in herself, but her confusion stood in her way, blocking all means of escape. Delight felt hatred and disgust, and purely violent intentions. She closed her eyes and endured, felt herself coming apart and whimpered in defeat. She closed her eyes and cried, crimson colored tears.
Destruction stirred in his sleep, wrought with visions, so wrong, so savage, that even he felt disturbed.
Desire screamed, once more on the point of orgasm. The woman beneath it writhed, beyond human comprehension, filled to the brim with everything she ever wanted. Desire closed its eyes and slowly thrust again and again, already hard and ready for more. Its body went through the actions, buts its mind was somewhere else. It saw what it had done, what part of it had created. Part of it yearned to be there, and part of it found the imaged strangely pleasing. Desire grunted and grabbed the woman beneath it by the shoulders, it's grasp so hard her nails drew blood.
Dream knew it was coming, he was prepared. The dreams had been vivid for weeks before, entailing each moment of the vile dance. He knew not to mess with the lives of mortals though, as his affair with Nada had taught him. when the screams for help came, dream closed his eyes, felt his stomach clench, his head throb. For what seemed like hours he stood with his eyes closed, and then the feeling passed, and he continued his work, creating a new nightmare that would last for ages to come.
Despair hated her aspect for the one and only time in her existence. She had always envied delight, so everything she could never be, but envy was one thing, and no one should ever wish such things as these that were happening. Despair felt her aspect grow stronger with each terrified whimper from Delight. Despair wished she had never been. No one should yearn so strongly for this. Despair grasped her hook and jabbed it into her heart. Mercilessly she pulled it out and raked it across her wrists. Blood flowed like wind, pooling at her feet and flowing into her mirrors. Millions committed suicide that day, with no true reason why. Despair lay in her puddle of blood and wished for death that would never come. She hardened her heart, wiped away tears she had not known she shed, and fell asleep. The blood was gone when she closed her eyes, but throughout the universe despair reigned as people mourned the loss of their loved ones.
Death cried. She knew the rules, she could not help. Destiny would have said something if it wasn't meant to be. Death cried and clutched a stuffed animal. it offered no comfort, but it felt strangely right.
Destiny walked along his path, reading his book. He loved Delight like a child, but he knew the rules. He was the rules. He ignored her screams for help and turned the page.
Destruction stirred in his sleep, wrought with visions, so wrong, so savage, that even he felt disturbed.
Desire screamed, once more on the point of orgasm. The woman beneath it writhed, beyond human comprehension, filled to the brim with everything she ever wanted. Desire closed its eyes and slowly thrust again and again, already hard and ready for more. Its body went through the actions, buts its mind was somewhere else. It saw what it had done, what part of it had created. Part of it yearned to be there, and part of it found the imaged strangely pleasing. Desire grunted and grabbed the woman beneath it by the shoulders, it's grasp so hard her nails drew blood.
Dream knew it was coming, he was prepared. The dreams had been vivid for weeks before, entailing each moment of the vile dance. He knew not to mess with the lives of mortals though, as his affair with Nada had taught him. when the screams for help came, dream closed his eyes, felt his stomach clench, his head throb. For what seemed like hours he stood with his eyes closed, and then the feeling passed, and he continued his work, creating a new nightmare that would last for ages to come.
Despair hated her aspect for the one and only time in her existence. She had always envied delight, so everything she could never be, but envy was one thing, and no one should ever wish such things as these that were happening. Despair felt her aspect grow stronger with each terrified whimper from Delight. Despair wished she had never been. No one should yearn so strongly for this. Despair grasped her hook and jabbed it into her heart. Mercilessly she pulled it out and raked it across her wrists. Blood flowed like wind, pooling at her feet and flowing into her mirrors. Millions committed suicide that day, with no true reason why. Despair lay in her puddle of blood and wished for death that would never come. She hardened her heart, wiped away tears she had not known she shed, and fell asleep. The blood was gone when she closed her eyes, but throughout the universe despair reigned as people mourned the loss of their loved ones.
Death cried. She knew the rules, she could not help. Destiny would have said something if it wasn't meant to be. Death cried and clutched a stuffed animal. it offered no comfort, but it felt strangely right.
Destiny walked along his path, reading his book. He loved Delight like a child, but he knew the rules. He was the rules. He ignored her screams for help and turned the page.