FUCK YOU I AM ~INSPIRED~xxamlaxxJuly 17 2010, 06:49:44 UTC
Ruby sits at the base of her blood drenched altar and watches the bones of slaughtered babies dry over red in the moonlight. Their little mouths are open in perfect, tiny circles, and the blood is black across their lips. The candles at the altar’s corners are almost nubs of wax. Ruby stares at the full harvest moon, rejection burning a small, bitter hole in her abdomen.
“My apologies for the wait.” Her master Lilith comes to her from the shadows, where the darkness of the night meets the looming shade created by the trees. “I was picking myself out a maiden.” Lilith is in the body of the pastor’s new wife, Elena’s eyes frosted over white. “I like this one.” Lilith is clothed in Elena’s finest dress, the gown from her recent wedding, dove and snow white with lace at the end of the sleeves.
The white of Elena’s dress turns to red as Lilith picks up Ruby’s offering, the blood of the infants caught in a solid gold cup. Lilith brings the cup to her lips and drinks, swallows the liquid of life and blood rolls down the corners of her mouth and onto the forest floor.
“Have I pleased you, master?” She asks breathless as Lilith licks blood from her lips obscenely in the silver light.
“Very much so.” Lilith is at her back, suddenly, presses her arms warm and light onto Ruby’s shoulders, and she feels the feather-light, warm flutter of air on the nape of her neck. “I think it is time we complete this ritual, don’t you think?” Lilith’s lips press wet to her neck and they smell tangy and rich of blood.
“Yes.” She replies, trying to still her trembling, the uncertain quivering of her hands. She has cast spells upon her rivals, sickened children, brought families to their knees, yet this is a step further, this is far more than sacred herbs and collected bones, sacrifices on her altar made of black stone.
“Shh, my pet.” Lilith rests Elena’s nose in Ruby’s hair, croons gently to her in the voice that will soothe myriads of children that will one day nurse from Elena’s breast and bid farewell those who do not survive past their first year. “As you have given yourself to me, I shall give you unbelievable power.” Lilith chastely kisses her cheek, her neck, turns her face to the side to kiss her lips. Lilith tastes of salt and sulfur, blood a faint flavor on her tongue. She licks her way in slow and steady and Ruby is helpless to do anything but relent. “Are you ready?” She wonders briefly if it will hurt, and if it will be what her virgin sacrifices felt as she cut her way into their supple, flawless chests to pluck out their beating hearts.
“Always.” The strings of her bodice come away with a tug of Lilith’s’ hand.
Her master’s fingers dig through flesh and bone between her breasts and she gazes at the heavens as Lilith’s mouth swallows up her scream.
“My apologies for the wait.” Her master Lilith comes to her from the shadows, where the darkness of the night meets the looming shade created by the trees. “I was picking myself out a maiden.” Lilith is in the body of the pastor’s new wife, Elena’s eyes frosted over white. “I like this one.” Lilith is clothed in Elena’s finest dress, the gown from her recent wedding, dove and snow white with lace at the end of the sleeves.
The white of Elena’s dress turns to red as Lilith picks up Ruby’s offering, the blood of the infants caught in a solid gold cup. Lilith brings the cup to her lips and drinks, swallows the liquid of life and blood rolls down the corners of her mouth and onto the forest floor.
“Have I pleased you, master?” She asks breathless as Lilith licks blood from her lips obscenely in the silver light.
“Very much so.” Lilith is at her back, suddenly, presses her arms warm and light onto Ruby’s shoulders, and she feels the feather-light, warm flutter of air on the nape of her neck. “I think it is time we complete this ritual, don’t you think?” Lilith’s lips press wet to her neck and they smell tangy and rich of blood.
“Yes.” She replies, trying to still her trembling, the uncertain quivering of her hands. She has cast spells upon her rivals, sickened children, brought families to their knees, yet this is a step further, this is far more than sacred herbs and collected bones, sacrifices on her altar made of black stone.
“Shh, my pet.” Lilith rests Elena’s nose in Ruby’s hair, croons gently to her in the voice that will soothe myriads of children that will one day nurse from Elena’s breast and bid farewell those who do not survive past their first year. “As you have given yourself to me, I shall give you unbelievable power.” Lilith chastely kisses her cheek, her neck, turns her face to the side to kiss her lips. Lilith tastes of salt and sulfur, blood a faint flavor on her tongue. She licks her way in slow and steady and Ruby is helpless to do anything but relent. “Are you ready?” She wonders briefly if it will hurt, and if it will be what her virgin sacrifices felt as she cut her way into their supple, flawless chests to pluck out their beating hearts.
“Always.” The strings of her bodice come away with a tug of Lilith’s’ hand.
Her master’s fingers dig through flesh and bone between her breasts and she gazes at the heavens as Lilith’s mouth swallows up her scream.
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I'm so glad I ~inspire~ you, darling. So glad.
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