From amidst the shadows of her forgotten hopes, he emerged from the ledge..hinting of absolution and an expensive cigar. He had been drinking, his movements not as precise, slightly losing his edge.
And on this Autumn eve, with the full moon high, he circles her as she stands naked, no movements no sigh . Stopping behind her, he breathes on her nape and snarls "What can you possibly offer the man who has it all?"
With a dignity that would bring a King to his knee, the raven haired whore replies "I offer you the opportunity to become Godlike through me"
Effortlessly, he shred her gown, not waiting for a wet reception , he raped her with his poison, bruising her, carving her, over and over his venom her conception.
The splendor was blasphemous, too divine in it's evil, the crows screech approval, the union evolving, a bloody communion.
With an animalistic roar, he grips her hair, claws piercing flesh, he spits at her face and frozen gargoyles fly far, far away from such an unholy place.
The angels cry, a sound so obscene as the desecration stops with fluids mixed deep..and just as the wind carries off a primal scream..the devil collapses momentarily a God, and the whore made now.. forever a queen.
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