Darkness, My Beloved
I. Zechs
"Miss Une….", a man's voice rang out across the vast hall, which was no longer commodious as it had been earlier.
She turned her head, and let her muscles tighten around her mouth. A forced smile of tension…that was what it was. "Good afternoon"
Fools. They were all ignorant fools with nowhere to go…with nothing to do. Waste of life….waste of breath. Why now would God choose to let these insignificant….inhumane creatures roam the sacred lands of space and earth while the rotting souls of those such as her beloved Treize Kushranada writhed in the flames of hell? Each day, each night she felt his presence with her. His damned spirit ravishing her each forbidden hour of night's somber air, his ghastly shadow tearing at her heart…eating away each feeble beat along its way. Everything would one day collapse. The sun would no longer burn, and these negligible souls of idiocy would be vaporized into a cold agonizing suffering of sweet death. It was reprisal, in which she desired for. She wanted to bring annihilation to all; everlasting.
"Will you…excuse me please", she muttered softly to the man, still wearing a faint smile on her weary face. "I have businesses to attend to"
The man nodded with a smile of his own, his cheeks reddening. Idiocy….one day it will all fall apart. Any day now….these masses of idiocy will burn….burn in a holocaust of the devil. Any day now…
As she escaped the arid feeling room, a breeze swept over her. Behind her, she heard the laughters of those savages.
"She is a very attractive woman…I have to agree on that." The words died with the slam of the door. The irony of it all….she couldn't understand. Life seemed to be an oxymoron itself….and so it was.
"Damn you beasts", she mumbled more to her own soul. "May the devil bless you" With that, she turned towards the direction of a stolid looking cemetery. She needed to be with him…his excellency. She needed him.
The jasper climes indulged in the mellow sun cast ribbons of light down through ominous clouds. The anger of the wind had vanished, and she was left alone with nothing but the suffering of absolute nostalgia.
She looked up. The endless streams of crimson light poured, much like blood rain, down onto the mass of tombstones who were lined up sadly on the lonesome hill. They almost seemed to mourn for the lost souls.
"Mr. Treize", she sighed with a sincere smile of deep affection. "What beautiful clime the day brings…"
Stopping abruptly, she felt a presence flicker nearby. It was a presence of adulterated purity. It must have been Treize. It was Treize. He had come for her. Sighing once again, this time with the frustration of her own lack of ability to ascertain such simple knowledge, Une reached into her coat pocket to retrieve her one and only relief. It had been well preserved. Her hands fumbled hard with true eagerness to unscrew the cap. She could smell the wine and blood through the plastic. The deep, fresh scent caused her mouth water with lust.
The cap flew off and fell to the grimy soil. There was no caring of what she was doing, as long as she could be with him. The hot, sticky flavor flooded her throat, and she fluttered her eyes with utter ecstacy. The pulsing in her mind began to rip at her brain, and the sun suddenly blinded her; its red hot flames licking at her body. The intense feeling of what seemed like eternal happiness eluded her now hapless heart.
It was then, the sudden rush of high disappeared, and the sun's blazing rays seemed to fade, and withdraw back into the clouds. She was no longer alone. There was a presence behind her. As she turned, she met the cold blue eyes of a man she had not been too fond of for a while. It was the feeling of frank apathy, rather than fiery hate or secret love. It was indifference.
"What are you doing here?", she demanded, sincerely taken aback. She found herself backing into Treize's stone.
"I hadn't been planning on ever seeing you again…", he said to her, his eyes looking straight into the horizon and not at her. "Coincidence, it must be" Although the sun was peeking over the horizon at that point, the woman's skin felt hot. She could feel the blood boil in her throat; its hot contents burning her lungs, as if wanting to be released into the cool air.
"We have not yet finished our business on Mars", he continued, ignoring the sickly look on her face. "But we return for a short period of time." He stopped and finally averted his gaze from the setting sun to the woman's eyes. "Tell me why you torture youself this way"
"You….", she cried out suddenly. "You don't know the pain and suffering of woe…you HAVE everything you need….everything you want. You haven't lost anything of importance as I have….!!" Caused by an angry thrust, the plastic canteen fell to the man's feet. He reached out for it, and picked it up giving the inside a cursory glance.
"Blood…and wine…", he sighed closing his eyes, and letting it fall to the ground with a thump of silence. "How very bold you are, Lady"
Une suddenly let out a distinctive laugh. How dare he mock her? "It's the soothing of this pain", she choked. The curdling blood in her stomach began to bubble, wanting to be released more than ever now. "Zechs…." Tears eluded her eyes and sweat ran down her face. "You don't know this pai…" Without finishing her sentence, her body turned internally, and a sudden splash of fresh, bright blood poured from her mouth and splashed onto the lovely, cool marble of the stone in front of her. A poignant stench filled the air. The heavenly sentiments had been released from her…her head began to throb. The sun was gone…there were no stars…no moon…..Nothing. There was nothing but darkness.
"Stop torturing yourself", he said to her once more, wiping the blood from her face. "You are drenched in the grime of adulteration"
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"To the twilight
There's a dead end to my left
There's a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight
You aren't in sight"
I. Zechs
"Miss Une….", a man's voice rang out across the vast hall, which was no longer commodious as it had been earlier.
She turned her head, and let her muscles tighten around her mouth. A forced smile of tension…that was what it was. "Good afternoon"
Fools. They were all ignorant fools with nowhere to go…with nothing to do. Waste of life….waste of breath. Why now would God choose to let these insignificant….inhumane creatures roam the sacred lands of space and earth while the rotting souls of those such as her beloved Treize Kushranada writhed in the flames of hell? Each day, each night she felt his presence with her. His damned spirit ravishing her each forbidden hour of night's somber air, his ghastly shadow tearing at her heart…eating away each feeble beat along its way. Everything would one day collapse. The sun would no longer burn, and these negligible souls of idiocy would be vaporized into a cold agonizing suffering of sweet death. It was reprisal, in which she desired for. She wanted to bring annihilation to all; everlasting.
"Will you…excuse me please", she muttered softly to the man, still wearing a faint smile on her weary face. "I have businesses to attend to"
The man nodded with a smile of his own, his cheeks reddening. Idiocy….one day it will all fall apart. Any day now….these masses of idiocy will burn….burn in a holocaust of the devil. Any day now…
As she escaped the arid feeling room, a breeze swept over her. Behind her, she heard the laughters of those savages.
"She is a very attractive woman…I have to agree on that." The words died with the slam of the door. The irony of it all….she couldn't understand. Life seemed to be an oxymoron itself….and so it was.
"Damn you beasts", she mumbled more to her own soul. "May the devil bless you" With that, she turned towards the direction of a stolid looking cemetery. She needed to be with him…his excellency. She needed him.
The jasper climes indulged in the mellow sun cast ribbons of light down through ominous clouds. The anger of the wind had vanished, and she was left alone with nothing but the suffering of absolute nostalgia.
She looked up. The endless streams of crimson light poured, much like blood rain, down onto the mass of tombstones who were lined up sadly on the lonesome hill. They almost seemed to mourn for the lost souls.
"Mr. Treize", she sighed with a sincere smile of deep affection. "What beautiful clime the day brings…"
Stopping abruptly, she felt a presence flicker nearby. It was a presence of adulterated purity. It must have been Treize. It was Treize. He had come for her. Sighing once again, this time with the frustration of her own lack of ability to ascertain such simple knowledge, Une reached into her coat pocket to retrieve her one and only relief. It had been well preserved. Her hands fumbled hard with true eagerness to unscrew the cap. She could smell the wine and blood through the plastic. The deep, fresh scent caused her mouth water with lust.
The cap flew off and fell to the grimy soil. There was no caring of what she was doing, as long as she could be with him. The hot, sticky flavor flooded her throat, and she fluttered her eyes with utter ecstacy. The pulsing in her mind began to rip at her brain, and the sun suddenly blinded her; its red hot flames licking at her body. The intense feeling of what seemed like eternal happiness eluded her now hapless heart.
It was then, the sudden rush of high disappeared, and the sun's blazing rays seemed to fade, and withdraw back into the clouds. She was no longer alone. There was a presence behind her. As she turned, she met the cold blue eyes of a man she had not been too fond of for a while. It was the feeling of frank apathy, rather than fiery hate or secret love. It was indifference.
"What are you doing here?", she demanded, sincerely taken aback. She found herself backing into Treize's stone.
"I hadn't been planning on ever seeing you again…", he said to her, his eyes looking straight into the horizon and not at her. "Coincidence, it must be" Although the sun was peeking over the horizon at that point, the woman's skin felt hot. She could feel the blood boil in her throat; its hot contents burning her lungs, as if wanting to be released into the cool air.
"We have not yet finished our business on Mars", he continued, ignoring the sickly look on her face. "But we return for a short period of time." He stopped and finally averted his gaze from the setting sun to the woman's eyes. "Tell me why you torture youself this way"
"You….", she cried out suddenly. "You don't know the pain and suffering of woe…you HAVE everything you need….everything you want. You haven't lost anything of importance as I have….!!" Caused by an angry thrust, the plastic canteen fell to the man's feet. He reached out for it, and picked it up giving the inside a cursory glance.
"Blood…and wine…", he sighed closing his eyes, and letting it fall to the ground with a thump of silence. "How very bold you are, Lady"
Une suddenly let out a distinctive laugh. How dare he mock her? "It's the soothing of this pain", she choked. The curdling blood in her stomach began to bubble, wanting to be released more than ever now. "Zechs…." Tears eluded her eyes and sweat ran down her face. "You don't know this pai…" Without finishing her sentence, her body turned internally, and a sudden splash of fresh, bright blood poured from her mouth and splashed onto the lovely, cool marble of the stone in front of her. A poignant stench filled the air. The heavenly sentiments had been released from her…her head began to throb. The sun was gone…there were no stars…no moon…..Nothing. There was nothing but darkness.
"Stop torturing yourself", he said to her once more, wiping the blood from her face. "You are drenched in the grime of adulteration"
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"To the twilight
There's a dead end to my left
There's a burning bush to my right
You aren't in sight
You aren't in sight"
