Arleen Limera- Res D1F

I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't believe he was really there. Majesty was everything I'd dreamed of. He was even handsomer in person. I loved the mad gleam in his eyes. I could just tell he was overflowing with intelligence and plans and so much more I could never even understand. I was so lucky to get to be near him. To be by his side would be anything I could ever want in life. Someone like him needed to be appreciated- adored, even. I'd give him everything I had. I'd give him everything I was.

"We're finally together!" I squealed, throwing my arms open so he could come for me.

Majesty looked at me with something like confusion. I remembered then that he'd never really met me. I'd seen him on the screen, of course, but he'd never seen me. I'd imagined us together so many times I'd forgotten it hadn't really happened yet.

"And you are?" he finally said, in his handsome sarcastic voice.

"I'm Arleen and I'm your girlfriend!" I put up my hands by my shoulders, flapping them in my glee. I just wanted to hop up and down and yell YIPPEEEE!

"This is a bit sudden," Majesty said.

Awwwww, he's shy! Everyone wanted to believe the worst about Majesty. I'd heard what they said about him. Those horrible people in the Bloodbath even killed him. They didn't see what I could see. There was a beautiful, perfect man buried under all the bad things they'd done to him. I could bring that out. I could make him who he was meant to be. Didn't they see how shy he was? How romantic he was? He didn't want to just rush into these things. He wanted to know me first.

"It's okay, King. We can take it slow," I said. "I'll prove I'm worth it. Just give me a chance." I bent forward a little, clasping my hands over my chest. "Please please please please?"

"The name's Majesty," he corrected me.

"I know, but you're my king!" My heart throbbed when Majesty slowly started to smile. He was starting to see it! He was starting to see we were meant to be together!

"It might get rough," he said.

I quailed at the possibilities. "I won't let you down!"

"I'll ask a lot of you."

"Anything! Anything!"

"You'll love me forever?"

"Even after I'm dead. No matter how many times I die!"

"Then I'll give you a chance."

Majesty Miraval- Wandering Souls D1M

I was pondering the color of the rats on the wall when she burst in. They were green, the rats. Different from the rats in the wall. They were gray. Most rats are gray, idiot.

"It's me! Your true love!"

I've never seen this woman before. Not a bad piece of meat- insides probably a nice shade of pink- outsides blonde, blue eyes, skin with no cuts I could make so many cuts. Not a work of art. Could be.

"We're finally together!" She threw open her arms to devour me but I wasn't afraid I could devour her bet she tasted bitter.

This woman is crazy. I didn't like the crazy ones. I couldn't drive them crazy. "And you are?"

"I'm Arleen and I'm your girlfriend!"

My girlfriend is bones. That's what happens, yes? When girls stop screaming and they start rotting? Pretty sure her bones were the lovely smell of chamomile now.

"This is a bit sudden," I said. Funny how they never saw it. I could talk like a normal person and they never saw it. Probably they were all like me underneath. Peel back the skin and- you get wet red oozy- they're all like me. Only I wear my wet red oozy on the outside where people can see it.

"It's okay, King. We can take it slow." Usually people leave. The woman was not looking at me like others. Did she see me? She thought she did. She bent forward, offering herself to me. No one had done that before. She wanted to die? Not fun killing people who want it. A challenge, at last? To make her not want it?

"The name's Majesty."

"I know, but you're my king!" Her eyes. Looking up at me. Worshiping me. It was right, since I was a god. People didn't admit that. It was one reason I liked to kill them. She saw it? She knew I was God? I saw her more clearly. I seemed to see the room around me more clearly. It was easier, thinking, seeing. Something about her. A worshiper, a link to this world. My hands, my mouth, my will. Serving it. A little red thread, so easy to pluck, giving me a tie to this world. I would break it when I wanted. Little red thread, all in little shreds.

"It might get rough." Run away, little mouse. Run from what you've searched for. You'll find it.

"I won't let you down!"

Worshiper. Slave. Lover. Sufferer.

"I'll ask a lot of you."

"Anything!" I danced in her eyes. I throbbed in her voice. Her hands clutched her shirt, seeking to clutch me. She'd clutch me as she died. Oh how her breasts would bounce as I killed her.

"Anything!" Needing me seeking me pleasing me worshiping me.

"Then I'll give you a chance."