Comics-script rewrite - Prologue
A/N: Yeah, I’m a lazy biatch and am rewriting the comics-script into prose. ^^; Which doesn’t mean I won’t finish the comics! I’m… only taking my time. Yeah. ;>>
It’s only the beginning actually it pretty much describes the first page ^^;, tell me if you want to read more of it or not so I’ll know if it’s worth translating (I told you, I’m a lazy biatch).
WARNING: THIS IS BOLD SO YOU READ IT, NOT SKIP IT!! Contains hints at prostitution, homosexuality and a combination of both. You don’t like? You don’t read.
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Certainly there had to be nights far friendlier than this one. Nights when lovers cuddled together, whispering passionate oaths of fidelity that weren’t meant to be kept… Nights when humans dared to dream about something better and more beautiful than any life that they could possibly be leading. This night, however, was not one of those.
This night had found its way here from the days when night was the time when those small hairy creatures which later, much later became something that resembled human, were desperately trying to become one with the wall of the cave they were hiding in, while there was something big, toothy and hungry out there that was currently looking for its lunch.
Humans weren’t small anymore and neither were they hairy, but something deep within them still remembered that emotion of powerless and seemingly endless terror of the dark, of that which was in the dark and which was the dark, of the bigger and the stronger and with great appetite for something small and hairy. Taking this into consideration, there was nothing wrong with the empty streets, haunted solely by the silvery light of the full moon.
Though the obvious conclusions aren’t always true.
The velvet silent of the night was torn by an ugly sound, similar to that of a stone being scratched by something very sharp. Shortly after there followed another sound, this time quiet and wet and no more pleasant than the first one. And then there was silence, endless, silky silence of the night, disturbed by nobody and nothing…
“Oh fuck. And it was a new T-shirt, too!”
… or not.
A lot of people thought that the pimp business was the invention of the demons. It wasn’t. Demons had too little fantasy and asocial thinking for that. They would never be able to think of something like this, and even if they did, they would never be able to cooperate enough to make it work…
It was true, however, that they took the business from humans and brought it to perfection. And nobody could blame them, really, with one entire demonic race being literary constructed by Nature for such things.
A wry grin flashed in the dark room. Yeah, blame it on the Nature, why don’t you? He looked over his shoulder at the sleeping form on the bed. He thought about a few scenarios how to approach the situation, ending up choosing the easiest of them.
He arrived to the side of the double-bed in a couple of long steps and pulled the sheet off of the sleeping man. “You paid for me, not for the bed,” came the answer to the low growl it got him. And he stepped into the corner of the small room while the nameless customer got up, picked up his clothes and left as quickly as he managed.