Evil Incarnate
How evil are you?
No I didn't answer as myself, but as Regina. Anyone surprise? No? Well if in doubt I give you exhibit A which I wrote today...
Title: The Three Crowns
Warnings/Summary: Extract from the first book in 'The Morrtonn Saga'
It was a glorious sunset. The sky burned, awash with reds and oranges and golds. The clouds were stained with the dying light and the trees stood black and stark against the riot of colour.
On the rise of ground Regina stood waiting, the sleeves of her dress pushed far up so that her forearms were bare. The thirty seven advisors were kneeling on the ground, hands bound behind their backs, blindfolded, gagged, surrounded by soldiers.
The army watched, grimly silent, any objections dismissed by their queen’s short but compelling speech. Traitors should be executed without mercy and these were unquestionably guilty. Of what it was that the thirty-seven men and women had done wrong, none of the soldiers knew for sure but Regina had been so overwhelmingly convincing when she had spoken that as she approached the first none spoke out against her.
With a dagger clasped in her right hand, Regina took up position behind the man. Tilting his chin up so that his face was looking upwards, she hooked her fingers under the blindfold and yanked it back, letting her stare down into the desperate blue eyes that silently begged her for something she wouldn’t give. For the briefest moment Regina paused, remembering a different pair of blue eyes that had held a similar expression. Placing the dagger against the condemn’s neck, Regina slit the man’s throat with one deep cut. She hadn’t hesitated all those years ago when faced with that expression on her mother’s face, why would some brainless advisor sway her mind?
Even before the man’s body had slumped to the ground, Regina was standing behind the next. Again she tilted back the traitor’s head, again she removed the blindfold and again she stared down into their eyes without so much as blinking as she killed them.
Again and again, until all thirty seven of them lay dead on the ground, their blood soaking the earth. Again and again she looked down into their eyes and watched them die. Some tried to be brave and stare back at her. Others attempted to plead for their wretched, useless lives. Many couldn’t look at her properly as their eyes filled with tears and they trembled with terrified anticipation at what was to come.
The silence was almost overwhelming, to the point where it felt like it would crush her completely. The only sound on the hilltop was that of her blade cutting through skin, muscle, flesh. That mingled with the muffled murmurs from the dying as they choked on their own blood and fought to draw breath.
Letting go of the last one whom she had been holding by the hair, Regina let them fall face first onto the grass. Dagger dripping blood, Regina let her gaze finally rise to the assembled crowd.
That was written in a quarter of the time it took me to write the beginning of my Luxor essay - and all I've managed on Luxor so far is half the length of the above extract *bangs head on desk* here's hoping tomorrow's tutorial helps me out of this. The bloody thing needs to be written before we go to London on Thursday. That and there's the small matter of revision. Have done quite a bit of translation work today so it hasn't been a complete waste, but having said that I didn't get to church what with over-sleeping/general laziness.
My brain is deceased so I'm giving up and going to bed. See you all in the morning when hopefully I should be slightly more with it than I am now.