Putting Reason to Flight
HylianBard
Horror/Romance

Prologue

Her eyes will forever blaze like luminous lanterns in my mind; scalding my brain and torturing my heartstrings with the reminiscence of her soft, warm flesh. The love I confessed in thee and ended up with a stake in my heart and vile passions for dreams that shall never be again. My heart expelled bubbling black fluids of pain and anguish when I saw her fair body a mangled corpse beneath Cedar. Her silken dress torn, her face cut, her porcelain flesh burned to the blackest crisp, and her eyes still open and hollowly searching through the space between earth and heaven, seeking my eyes for comfort. My tears were endless, molesting and mutating my cheeks with salty erosion. I wept until my throat burned raw and the gray sky bled red from the setting of the sun.

My love for her burned brightly; making God's glow seem like a tapering candle down to its last few seconds of light. And she, with all her heart and soul, returned her affections to me like a relentless tempest bombarding a trader's ship in the middle of the Atlantic. Her love banished all my worry, fear, doubt, and hatred like Demeter's pale hand waving gently over the earth in a tender breeze. In nights, when I was tormented by nightmares of unholy things mortals never dared to dream, she'd hold me in her warm embrace and whisper soothing words into my ear; pushing me back into the light of God. One night, after a terrible nightmare, the words she whispered to me touched my heart like never before and promptly after, her vestal livery was cast aside, forever making her mine.

But they…THEY were envious! They wanted her…they wanted her to themselves! They couldn't stand the thought that she was with me. Suitor after suitor courted her in the market, offering her riches that would make queens swoon. But much to my eternal delight, she smiled and waved her hand, saying that her heart was already taken and that no trinket or jewel could buy it. And since they couldn't have her for themselves, they spread rumors about her which caused the village folk to turn over their shoulder and whisper when she walked by. Ripples of whispers bounded from street to street after her, all uttering the same two words:

"A witch…"

Soon my night horrors blazed to a reality. Grotesque faces of contempt smeared in my eyes when I walked by; their eyes holding a filthy secret I have yet to come to know. I could only draw "a witch" from their lips, nothing else would they sputter to me! Not whom, not where, no evidence. My stomach began to churn when I didn't see my love for weeks…

But please, dear friend, do not let me keep you in hearing about this dreadful, black summary, in which, you have virtually no background. Let me tell you from the very beginning, a story that surpasses the woe of Juliet and her Romeo, a story that ends in a shattered glass heart and deranged lunacy for the loss of an innocent seraph abandoned by God and casting her into the shadows along with all affiliated with her.

So, friend, listen to me, and in the end, decide who was wronged and who properly executed the correct punishment in my black tale of loving deceit.


AN: Wow, I'm very good at writing extremly short chapters, aren't I? lol. I was going to wait until I had chapter one finished...but... I just wanted to see the reaction impact before I decided to upload anymore. So no questions are asked about the matter or any confusion swarms in the public's little minds (jk -) this is set in late 1700s early 1800s in England. O.O Kenshin a Brit? NO WAY! ahaha...yes... beware my mind.

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