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Chapter XI: Sophia
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I love Sol Aries Flamma de Helios. I love him with all of my heart. And my heart jumped as I heard his voice from the other side of my cabin door.
I, Sophia of Thebes, am the last of my kind. Traditions have killed my other relatives and the rest were hunted down like animals. There were rumors of others but I do not know their whereabouts. And thus began my hatred of humans. But this hatred had led me to my exile and desolation. And ultimately, my self-destruction.
Being the last of your kind has a traumatic effect in a person. And I'm afraid I might go insane if I would relive it again.
I am still the last Sphinx but I am no longer alone.
Sol smiled at Luna as he opened the door for her. She smiled back and thanked him. From the driver's side, I immediately entered the car and sat on the backseat. I didn't mind. Not one bit. It will be quite a while before we reach his loft so I supposed I should tell you about us.
It happened one evening when, in human form, I went into town to see what the humans were doing. As a lonely person, I do not have the luxury of a social life. So I view the people around me and watched in amusement and sometimes in hatred.
Have you ever been totally alone that you have craved even an ounce of companionship? It tears me to see the people in joyous merriment while I myself was alone in this world.
I even wondered how human flesh would taste like as I watched the children play with sparklers, their lights illuminated the street. Innocent as they are, it is said that their hearts are the purest and their blood is the sweetest. All I need now is a way to lure one away from the watchful eyes of their mothers.
Luckily, I had found such a child hiding in the shadows of the street. As I neared him, I could see the outline of his features. And I could feel his heart ache in sadness.
I am also an Empath. Almost immediately, my heart went to the child even though I have not yet seen him. I remembered shunning myself of the though of me caring for this filthy human. But when I saw him, he was nothing but the opposite.
He was about twelve years old and stood to about my breasts. His dark brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail and his jade eyes seemed lost. And I could feel his willingness to die.
That made me pause. This was too good to be true. A willing victim, but something inside of me was reluctant to choose this lad as a victim. His eyes had the same sorrow if not deeper than mine.
"Good evening," I called in my nicest manner but he ignored me. He kept gripping a necklace that he wore like he was afraid it would fall off.
Like it was very important to him.
"Hi?" I tried again. This time, he slowly looked at my direction and looked at me from head to toe. I checked my appearance to see it I have something offending in my clothing. I was wearing my black robe that tightly hugged the contours of my body. The only thing loose in it was the hood, sleeves and the skirt. All in all, I looked normal.
Suddenly, he smiled sadly and held my hand.
"I have been waiting for you," he said in a soft but cold voice that made my fur stand on ends. This was unexpected. I was the hunter but he said he was waiting for me. But what was he waiting for?
As he came close, he leaned on my body and buried his face on my side. Trusting and vulnerable, he was the prefect victim. Although, I have never seen a willing victim before. That was too good to be true.
"Why are you waiting for me?" I asked. Instead of answering, he pulled me gently as if he wanted to lead me somewhere.
I was getting nervous. I was supposed to be the hunter yet I am being led by my prey to gods know where. And I was letting him do it.
The boy was much of a mystery to be left alone. And we Sphinxes loved solving mysteries. They draw us like a moth to a flame. And the risks as just as deadly.
The sound of merriment slowly disappeared as we walked further away from the town. I could still hear the fireworks and some laughter but my main focus was not the town but of the lad that held my hand.
A few seconds later, we came upon a desolate field filled with tombstones and the reek of decay and death. The lad had led me into a graveyard.
I stopped immediately at the gates. Looking around, the graveyard was almost the worst place I had ever seen. Decaying trees stood protecting the graves of the fallen. The tombstones were creeping with molds and thorny ivies. And the ground looked soft enough for the 'residents' to crawl upward and walk again. This was unnerving. He gently guided me through the muck and helped me cross the mud puddles by giving me a boost. His hands were gentle as he touched me like they were handling a delicate flower. His touch ignited something in me that made my breath shallower every time his hands touched my body.
Am I insane? I am having lustful thought to a twelve-year-old boy? Am I so depraved of affection that I am taking pleasure of the gentle caresses of a mere child?
My thoughts were cut off short as we stopped in front of a grave marker. And when I looked at it, the tombstone was the prettiest in the yard.
A marble angel stood guard over the grave as he wings were extended forward as if it was protecting the grave from harm. The angel's arms held a……… the angel was holding a scythe? It was unusual for an angel to carry a scythe but as I examined the statue clearly, I noticed that there was more. The right hand was holding the scythe casually as the left was extended as it held a real rose freshly plucked from its mother bush.
As I read the inscriptions, I was awed by the message.
Diana Valentine
Beloved friend.
The light of life has dimmed without your presence and the glow of my heart fades without your love. Wait for me for I will find you and we will be together again.
Sol.
I looked at the lad as he looked at me in anticipation and I know what he wanted.
"Does she want you dead?" I asked him on a hunch. Sighing, the lad looked at the grave and knelt on the ground.
"I do not wish to live," he said.
"That was not my question."
"She was the only light in the darkness of my life," he said. It was hard to think of him as young for he talked like a pained soul.
"The light is always there, all you need to do is seek it," I told him. This was hilarious if viewed in a different perspective. I am talking about life when I was prepared to take it from him a while ago.
"I am too tired to find it," he said as he stood up. What happened to this lad that made him a man in such a short time in his life? He should be enjoying his youth and not wasting it in his sorrow.
I hated humans. But I cannot hate someone like him. He had more sorrow than I do. I had to make a decision that would affect my life forever.
"I will help you find it," I told him. The lad was tense and when I touched his shoulder, he broke down in tears. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and buried his head on my bosom. I felt the tears seeping through my cloak as I held the lad closer. Now I have to live with my decision.
I decided to take him under my wing.
I hate humans.
But I can never hate Sol Aires de Helios.
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End of 11
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A/n: If you wanted to hear more about Sophia's past, please tell me. Next: the three books of the dead.
So, my Lady. Does this please you?
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Chapter XI: Sophia
.
I love Sol Aries Flamma de Helios. I love him with all of my heart. And my heart jumped as I heard his voice from the other side of my cabin door.
I, Sophia of Thebes, am the last of my kind. Traditions have killed my other relatives and the rest were hunted down like animals. There were rumors of others but I do not know their whereabouts. And thus began my hatred of humans. But this hatred had led me to my exile and desolation. And ultimately, my self-destruction.
Being the last of your kind has a traumatic effect in a person. And I'm afraid I might go insane if I would relive it again.
I am still the last Sphinx but I am no longer alone.
Sol smiled at Luna as he opened the door for her. She smiled back and thanked him. From the driver's side, I immediately entered the car and sat on the backseat. I didn't mind. Not one bit. It will be quite a while before we reach his loft so I supposed I should tell you about us.
It happened one evening when, in human form, I went into town to see what the humans were doing. As a lonely person, I do not have the luxury of a social life. So I view the people around me and watched in amusement and sometimes in hatred.
Have you ever been totally alone that you have craved even an ounce of companionship? It tears me to see the people in joyous merriment while I myself was alone in this world.
I even wondered how human flesh would taste like as I watched the children play with sparklers, their lights illuminated the street. Innocent as they are, it is said that their hearts are the purest and their blood is the sweetest. All I need now is a way to lure one away from the watchful eyes of their mothers.
Luckily, I had found such a child hiding in the shadows of the street. As I neared him, I could see the outline of his features. And I could feel his heart ache in sadness.
I am also an Empath. Almost immediately, my heart went to the child even though I have not yet seen him. I remembered shunning myself of the though of me caring for this filthy human. But when I saw him, he was nothing but the opposite.
He was about twelve years old and stood to about my breasts. His dark brown hair was tied into a neat ponytail and his jade eyes seemed lost. And I could feel his willingness to die.
That made me pause. This was too good to be true. A willing victim, but something inside of me was reluctant to choose this lad as a victim. His eyes had the same sorrow if not deeper than mine.
"Good evening," I called in my nicest manner but he ignored me. He kept gripping a necklace that he wore like he was afraid it would fall off.
Like it was very important to him.
"Hi?" I tried again. This time, he slowly looked at my direction and looked at me from head to toe. I checked my appearance to see it I have something offending in my clothing. I was wearing my black robe that tightly hugged the contours of my body. The only thing loose in it was the hood, sleeves and the skirt. All in all, I looked normal.
Suddenly, he smiled sadly and held my hand.
"I have been waiting for you," he said in a soft but cold voice that made my fur stand on ends. This was unexpected. I was the hunter but he said he was waiting for me. But what was he waiting for?
As he came close, he leaned on my body and buried his face on my side. Trusting and vulnerable, he was the prefect victim. Although, I have never seen a willing victim before. That was too good to be true.
"Why are you waiting for me?" I asked. Instead of answering, he pulled me gently as if he wanted to lead me somewhere.
I was getting nervous. I was supposed to be the hunter yet I am being led by my prey to gods know where. And I was letting him do it.
The boy was much of a mystery to be left alone. And we Sphinxes loved solving mysteries. They draw us like a moth to a flame. And the risks as just as deadly.
The sound of merriment slowly disappeared as we walked further away from the town. I could still hear the fireworks and some laughter but my main focus was not the town but of the lad that held my hand.
A few seconds later, we came upon a desolate field filled with tombstones and the reek of decay and death. The lad had led me into a graveyard.
I stopped immediately at the gates. Looking around, the graveyard was almost the worst place I had ever seen. Decaying trees stood protecting the graves of the fallen. The tombstones were creeping with molds and thorny ivies. And the ground looked soft enough for the 'residents' to crawl upward and walk again. This was unnerving. He gently guided me through the muck and helped me cross the mud puddles by giving me a boost. His hands were gentle as he touched me like they were handling a delicate flower. His touch ignited something in me that made my breath shallower every time his hands touched my body.
Am I insane? I am having lustful thought to a twelve-year-old boy? Am I so depraved of affection that I am taking pleasure of the gentle caresses of a mere child?
My thoughts were cut off short as we stopped in front of a grave marker. And when I looked at it, the tombstone was the prettiest in the yard.
A marble angel stood guard over the grave as he wings were extended forward as if it was protecting the grave from harm. The angel's arms held a……… the angel was holding a scythe? It was unusual for an angel to carry a scythe but as I examined the statue clearly, I noticed that there was more. The right hand was holding the scythe casually as the left was extended as it held a real rose freshly plucked from its mother bush.
As I read the inscriptions, I was awed by the message.
Diana Valentine
Beloved friend.
The light of life has dimmed without your presence and the glow of my heart fades without your love. Wait for me for I will find you and we will be together again.
Sol.
I looked at the lad as he looked at me in anticipation and I know what he wanted.
"Does she want you dead?" I asked him on a hunch. Sighing, the lad looked at the grave and knelt on the ground.
"I do not wish to live," he said.
"That was not my question."
"She was the only light in the darkness of my life," he said. It was hard to think of him as young for he talked like a pained soul.
"The light is always there, all you need to do is seek it," I told him. This was hilarious if viewed in a different perspective. I am talking about life when I was prepared to take it from him a while ago.
"I am too tired to find it," he said as he stood up. What happened to this lad that made him a man in such a short time in his life? He should be enjoying his youth and not wasting it in his sorrow.
I hated humans. But I cannot hate someone like him. He had more sorrow than I do. I had to make a decision that would affect my life forever.
"I will help you find it," I told him. The lad was tense and when I touched his shoulder, he broke down in tears. He suddenly wrapped his arms around me and buried his head on my bosom. I felt the tears seeping through my cloak as I held the lad closer. Now I have to live with my decision.
I decided to take him under my wing.
I hate humans.
But I can never hate Sol Aires de Helios.
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End of 11
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A/n: If you wanted to hear more about Sophia's past, please tell me. Next: the three books of the dead.
So, my Lady. Does this please you?