Hands that Touch with Poisonous Untruth
By SMYGO4EVA
Esther never wanted to see Dietrich again; she loathed him, ever since he left the house of God.
His eyes were piercing, his smile lulling, and his intentions cruel and unholy. He was her friend no longer, no longer an innocent soul. As part of the Orden, the Puppet Master only knew how to spread pain and suffering, and by his hand, the dead can have no rest.
She nearly lost her life the last time they crossed paths, how she saw utter damnation, how Dietrich was that of the very Devil himself, and how Abel had fallen by his brother's hands.
Hollow voices whispered in the wind, though Abel survived, he was out there still.
She can now have no rest, as it appeared so.
Past the midnight hour, she opened her eyes, finding herself in a darkened room, the light of the moon illuminating her, and when she lifted her head, she could not move.
Her heart began to thunder in her chest, arms and legs were held by many taut strings, a trespass unseen, and she tried to move forward, but to no avail.
No, it could not be…him…
"How sweet, there you are, my princess."
Dietrich stood before her, his eyes holding a baleful glimmer, gazing upon Esther as a smile painted his features.
"D-Dietrich, but how, y-you," Esther spoke finally, a fear mixed with anger tinged in her wavering voice. "You're not supposed to-"
Esther gasped, startling when Dietrich's hand reached out and softly seized her chin, her eyes locked with the Puppet Master.
"Oh, I thought you'd be pleased to see me again, my dear, or at the very least, be grateful I'm still alive. Another soul for you to save."
Esther grit her teeth, the anger bubbling inside her.
No, he lost his chance at redemption, he refused it, and his soul was now forever tainted, sullied by his wicked ways and misguided deeds.
She had known that, and she wouldn't doubt that ever again.
"You-you had your chance, Dietrich." Esther replied, her voice firm, clenching her fists in a vain attempt to pull herself out of his trap.
"Well then, perhaps I can play with you in some other way, my dear…" Dietrich trailed off, eyeing her, eyeing the surface of her lips.
Esther seized up as her arms moved on their own, her hands soon on Dietrich's chest, her face growing warm as her fingertips felt the toned muscles through his shirt.
She barely had the moment to utter a word of protest before he pulled the strings of her, as he moved her straight toward him, her head on his chest, her arms around him.
"Oooh, princess, I had no idea you've missed me that much. Perhaps you're not one of God's children after all. If you just admit that you're just like me."
"You monster!" Esther shouted, near pleading, before Dietrich cupped her face and pressed his mouth onto hers. His touch froze her in his grasp, his mouth soft and lulling, while his arms and strings wrapped her close to him tight, like a snake with its prey.
Esther felt his lips move from her mouth down along her neck, his hands wandering down her back. Her body felt as it were on fire, his touch leaving goosebumps on her skin.
She shut her eyes, her hands grasping his shoulder, voicelessly wanting more.
Dietrich chuckled, and his mouth hovered over hers once again, his hands worshiping her.
And…
Her eyes shot open.
Esther found herself in the safety of her bedchambers, her heart pounding in her chest. She breathed a sigh of relief; she settled back into bed as she looked at the clock, with some time to sleep in.
It…it was simply just a dream, wasn't it?