Wraith Revenge

A brain sick moon, red as a slice of meat, hovers over an amethyst of a woman. She waltzes among herself in a disturbed swirl and sway with a handkerchief under her nose. The stale, tepid stench of the sweet scent of sweat, from a lover once dressed as a dandy gentleman. A lover so handsome and sincere, a sneer more than a smile, with his light touches upon her heart. He would so graciously eat the bloody gooey maggot that nested between her homestead hollow. She would scream and slide across the bed and watch her twin sparkle in the mirror above her.

The castle was cold, and dark. A death breeze blew through the corridors and gray sentiments blurred her mind. A rose was in her hand. She once held a knife. The rose was just a memory.
She held the knife in her hand.

"Where are you my dear?" a voice called out from the shadows.

She ran from the voice towards something...

"Don’t run my dear.’ The voice hovered. ‘You are only making it worse for yourself."

An image flashed across her minds eye. A thousand fleshy bodies, spiked and bleeding a river of blood. A crucified nun naked with eyes like snakes was laughing in sexual ecstasy, her tongue slithered out of her mouth.

The woman ran, faster and more frantic, into the darkness. She was a nun, she was a woman who dedicated her life to God. To Jesus. To this man. Although, she now knew he wasn’t a man. He was a creature, a beast.

Her hair was matted.. Sweat and stench of fear and piss encased her. Shadows slid on shadows around her. Where was she now? She didn’t know.

Off to her left she could see an unending length of shadow. She screamed and lunged away from it. Abruptly she found herself against a stone wall. She in a panic, stood and shook and whined to her self. She turned around. The shadow slid and separated in front of her. She felt the death breeze wisp around her throat. A silent scream ripped from her mouth.. Panic shoved her heart against her chest. She spun back around and clawed at the stone wall. Her fingernails broke and bled. Her fingers were tearing against the rock.

The creature raised its head from the carnage. Blood and meat dangled from it’s mouth. He smiled. He was satisfied, at least, for now.

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A soft voice called to him, out of the wind, it swirled around his ears.. From his balcony he looked out to the crashing black sea. In the distance he could see the light of a ship. It bobbed, like a star a million miles away. The voice had said.. "I am coming to kill you."

He drank from his glass of wine and paced back and forth. He looked out to the sea. The light was coming nearer. He looked up to the moon, it seemed more murderous than ever. Memories touched his senses, he was taken back to another time. A time when he was younger, a choir boy, a loyal servant to the church and to the will of God. A time before he knew this morbid lust for flesh. A lust he now coveted and practiced. An adept, a hunter. He sneered at the moon and, in defiance of his own fear, threw the wine glass against the balcony ground. He looked out to the sea, the light bobbed even closer, and laughed.

He walked into his bedroom and found three of his concubines in a heated maul, tearing at each other in a hungry orgy. He stripped down and joined them in the playful, violence. His head spun, from the carnage and ecstasy of his recent kill, and the wine, and the fear. He felt his adrenal glands swelling, his cock hard and pumping in agitated turns into the devouring cunts. Hours passed, the night turned more hazy, the sexual games turned more sadistic, blood, the screams. The fear in their eyes, mirrored his own, his mind would fade, and he could see the ship’s light drawing closer. He choked them, bit at them, tearing flesh,

The pain, and fear, the eyes, became more animal, the screams more primal.
The anxiousness of doom .

He killed the women. The mangled, nude bodies, strewn across his room. He stood at his window and looked out to the sea. The light, like a glowing eye, stared and winked at him. A breeze touched his nude body, it chilled him.

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The ocean, curled and entwined under the ship and pulled it upon the dark, silky surface. The small ship tilted and leaned against the tall waves. A wicked vacancy, like sleeping ghost, resided on the deck of the vessel. The lamp, swayed and banged against the pole from which it hanged. The creaking boards, and rattling chains, chanted with the clapping waves that washed against the ships belly. The dark, black ocean was lined with mountain rock, and death cliffs and the moon pasted a red, murderous light on the skinny castle that sat, embedded in the rock, off in the distance.
The stars began to fade, and a dark gray streak came into the sky. The ship sailed steadily through the wrinkled velvet.

A collapsing wind brings savored flavors of many lives in wasted, ruined hell.
How deranged the face of seasons changed.

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Along the edge of the shoreline where the ship rested a black figure walked, like a grim spector.. The sky a lighter gray. The stars mostly gone. The moon fading out of sight. Skull and bone piled against rock, sand and shells. The figure walked away from the ship towards the steep jagged cliffs. It peered up at the towering castle, large boulders and stabbing plates of rock, menacingly hovered over the dark body. With a gust of wind and a breath the figure turned to shadow and darted up the lofty mountain wall.

A virgin ray of dawn peered through the window. The large room opened with the light and the shadows dispersed. A woman with black spirals for hair and, pale white skin, stood like a monument, she lifted her nose and gently but, sharply inhaled. Her senses absorbed the wretched stench of the homicidal posy.
She walked through the castle
The long corridors, unwinding before her, encased her ever more with the stench of murder. Her stomach clenched, as if the ghost of a child had kicked her. Her eyes, like an animal, she faded into the grayness.

Dawn spread itself across the mountains and cliffs. The green ocean, swept gently against the shore. The skull and bone and rock like beads around the rocky necks of monolith creatures.
The castle dropped shadows over the shore with a haunted stillness.
She with the black spirals approached a large wooden door. With a breath she was in the room. She walked to a small table and picked up a book. It was the HolY Bible, she opened it to a page that was marked.

"He doth rise a savage sword against the eyes of purity and light. And crush the skulls of angels and rape the children of God."

She looked at the ornamented tomb. She began to bleed from her lip. Her eyes became sharp in the morning light. Glimpses of a brilliant sun shone in her gaping eyes. She closed the book and put it back on the table. She pulled a large silver blade from her side and quickly glided to the tomb.
She opened it and gazed upon the creature’s sleeping body.
A drop of blood fell from her lip and onto the creatures folded hand.
Without hesitation she raised her hands and arms holding tightly the blade. A vein leapt in her forehead.
Her muscles, tensed, every bit of strength exalted itself as she descended the blade violently into the creature's chest. Instantly the creature raised it’s torso and began convulsing frantically.
Blood spewed out from it’s mouth it’s eyes bugged out and went bloodshot. It gurgled and spat, gasping and lunging forward without control.
From a dream to death.
The sun burned into the creatures skin which faded in to gray then to shadows then to ash.
Out on the ocean the ship, with a wicked vacancy, sailed against the green waves away from the jagged mountain rock...