demonic790
05-25-2010, 11:27 PM
Even to me (the writer), this story is very...disturbing. I wanted it to be powerful and send a strong message, but the only way to do that was to go in depth with the main segments of the story. I am in no way a bad person. I just wanted to show how deeply some things can infect you untill you can't control them any longer. Please understand if you feel upset with the story.
Thanks
Beatrice
By: Sean Laird
Anger is abundant. Destructively evasive, manifesting the weak for it's undying need for a host. It's shades are of that in which a multitude of flowers have cluttered together to form something that once was a beautiful affair into a thing of utter repulsion. And once it has devoured the last spec of this disgusting being, it sanctions it to an eternity of darkness, never changed, nor altered back to its former self. Redefining you for the better, yes the better. From the depths of hell this thing abroad and you say that it is bad? Terribly mistaken, that you are, for how must you think of such wrongly perceived allegations?
My name is Dante. I was a rambunctious young man. Specially crafted for things that mere countryman could not have even thought of achieving. Distraught, that I am now. Had I never begun to think that one day in my blissful, yet, unnoticed life, I would be overrun by such demeaning power. Not within the comforting sheets of my uplifting bed or the front doors in which the city hall resides, oh no. There was less than enough affirmation to help commission the certainty that this being has surely chosen I. But once it had confirmed to me that, within it's darkest days, it had never felt so existent as it had been now, undoubtedly, a sense of relief sprung, for I was now reassured that I would begin to gain the recognition that I so rightfully deserved. Not once did I question its presence within me, for what was there to question exactly? All that I had come to know was shifted into something catastrophically demanding and God, did it ever feel extraordinary! I was walking faster, talking clearer. My fears were now relinquished and with that came the respect and admiration that had countlessly been evading me for all this time. Power, to say the least, I was now the leader of these pathetic peasants. Destructive I was! What strength! What aptitude! They shiver in fear as I walk down the alleys of these condensed walk ways. Ha!
However, this power had come at a cost. This being was solely bent on corrupting my mind. I was now the victim of the strongly persuasive creature, not the leader of it. I burst into a fit of outrage and forcible anger! My heart erupted into a destructive beating noise, traumatizing and deafening it had been to my ears. My blood ran in boils upon my skin. It felt...good! Anger was the true essence in which one may be truly stimulated.
Month's had passed, I was the pet of my forbidding master. Ordered to commit the dirty and inhumane act's that fell upon me by its company. It was not until now that I had truly been born from the chamber in which my soul had been jailed to. Rebirth into a world where order was not structured by the voices that lay in the mouth's of the demanding; there was only one ruler now.
After all this time I had spent with the creature, the same amount of time was spent with Beatrice. My proposed lover and sanctioned lock to my heart. Our discussions were always centered around our undying love for each other. I solemnly kissed her lips -which she always longed to perfect for me- by the ends of my own, and for that did I regret. I was suddenly engulfed in this immediate sensation for vengeance, I was stricken with fear by the press of her lips. Not once did she think that I, her beloved, would ever approach her with such frightening rage and anger. The being ordered me to attack her and threatened me with consequences so unnerving, so daunting that any human being would shiver in fear to the broadly proposed threats that I, ever so innocently, was faced with. I could feel it controlling me! Every bone, ever muscle was being forced, unwillingly, towards the knife that lay upon the table. Yes, I did too pick it up and press it against her innocent lips. My hands shook in agitation to the thought of attempting to reject the beings orders. I couldn't control it and then, oh god no, I slashed and slashed again. First I precisely trimmed her lips in exact coordination to the shape it had been on her face, then I cut her limbs. First her head, then her arms, and then her legs. Where to put it I thought to myself? Ah, yes! The vents! The vents! I at first hand, took a glimpse of the dimly lit vent, what a perfect place to put it! I took the pieces and gradually placed them within the spot, one by one. But you would think that my deed was done? No! I precisely plastered over the accursed vent with the same paint tone as the walls! What accuracy! What carefulness! There we are. It looked as though the damned vent could not be seen even by the clearest of eyes!
The being had finally been pleased with me. Pleased of me after the death and despair that my wife has so unwantedly suffered by the hand of my own! The hand of my own! I couldn't live in thought of knowing that the death of my wife was caused by I, her lover. I needed something to comfort me...not this...this thing! Something. A new wife! Yes, this is it!
She grabbed a seat and placed it right next to the cursed spot.
''Hi honey.''
Thanks
Beatrice
By: Sean Laird
Anger is abundant. Destructively evasive, manifesting the weak for it's undying need for a host. It's shades are of that in which a multitude of flowers have cluttered together to form something that once was a beautiful affair into a thing of utter repulsion. And once it has devoured the last spec of this disgusting being, it sanctions it to an eternity of darkness, never changed, nor altered back to its former self. Redefining you for the better, yes the better. From the depths of hell this thing abroad and you say that it is bad? Terribly mistaken, that you are, for how must you think of such wrongly perceived allegations?
My name is Dante. I was a rambunctious young man. Specially crafted for things that mere countryman could not have even thought of achieving. Distraught, that I am now. Had I never begun to think that one day in my blissful, yet, unnoticed life, I would be overrun by such demeaning power. Not within the comforting sheets of my uplifting bed or the front doors in which the city hall resides, oh no. There was less than enough affirmation to help commission the certainty that this being has surely chosen I. But once it had confirmed to me that, within it's darkest days, it had never felt so existent as it had been now, undoubtedly, a sense of relief sprung, for I was now reassured that I would begin to gain the recognition that I so rightfully deserved. Not once did I question its presence within me, for what was there to question exactly? All that I had come to know was shifted into something catastrophically demanding and God, did it ever feel extraordinary! I was walking faster, talking clearer. My fears were now relinquished and with that came the respect and admiration that had countlessly been evading me for all this time. Power, to say the least, I was now the leader of these pathetic peasants. Destructive I was! What strength! What aptitude! They shiver in fear as I walk down the alleys of these condensed walk ways. Ha!
However, this power had come at a cost. This being was solely bent on corrupting my mind. I was now the victim of the strongly persuasive creature, not the leader of it. I burst into a fit of outrage and forcible anger! My heart erupted into a destructive beating noise, traumatizing and deafening it had been to my ears. My blood ran in boils upon my skin. It felt...good! Anger was the true essence in which one may be truly stimulated.
Month's had passed, I was the pet of my forbidding master. Ordered to commit the dirty and inhumane act's that fell upon me by its company. It was not until now that I had truly been born from the chamber in which my soul had been jailed to. Rebirth into a world where order was not structured by the voices that lay in the mouth's of the demanding; there was only one ruler now.
After all this time I had spent with the creature, the same amount of time was spent with Beatrice. My proposed lover and sanctioned lock to my heart. Our discussions were always centered around our undying love for each other. I solemnly kissed her lips -which she always longed to perfect for me- by the ends of my own, and for that did I regret. I was suddenly engulfed in this immediate sensation for vengeance, I was stricken with fear by the press of her lips. Not once did she think that I, her beloved, would ever approach her with such frightening rage and anger. The being ordered me to attack her and threatened me with consequences so unnerving, so daunting that any human being would shiver in fear to the broadly proposed threats that I, ever so innocently, was faced with. I could feel it controlling me! Every bone, ever muscle was being forced, unwillingly, towards the knife that lay upon the table. Yes, I did too pick it up and press it against her innocent lips. My hands shook in agitation to the thought of attempting to reject the beings orders. I couldn't control it and then, oh god no, I slashed and slashed again. First I precisely trimmed her lips in exact coordination to the shape it had been on her face, then I cut her limbs. First her head, then her arms, and then her legs. Where to put it I thought to myself? Ah, yes! The vents! The vents! I at first hand, took a glimpse of the dimly lit vent, what a perfect place to put it! I took the pieces and gradually placed them within the spot, one by one. But you would think that my deed was done? No! I precisely plastered over the accursed vent with the same paint tone as the walls! What accuracy! What carefulness! There we are. It looked as though the damned vent could not be seen even by the clearest of eyes!
The being had finally been pleased with me. Pleased of me after the death and despair that my wife has so unwantedly suffered by the hand of my own! The hand of my own! I couldn't live in thought of knowing that the death of my wife was caused by I, her lover. I needed something to comfort me...not this...this thing! Something. A new wife! Yes, this is it!
She grabbed a seat and placed it right next to the cursed spot.
''Hi honey.''