@TeaLord.

2 years ago

Edit: (Ha... this is one actually about two of my characters). Soft. Oh, so soft. So gentle, so sweet, so calming was the touch of the creature at her side. His face, covered in angry red markings and hiding a sly smirk as he kissed up her arm. His lips twisted as he whispered sweet nothings up into her ear, the words slithering like a viper and feeling just as poisonous. She raised a hand up, one decorated with ruby rings and golden bands. Her cream-colored fingers touched his fiery hair, the color her favorite and yet the most despised one in her heart. She watched quietly, her golden hues staring with amusement, as the red locks slid between her fingers, each one softer than the last. However, as his hair slipped between her grasp, she slowly sat up, letting it fall out of her hands and back onto the comfortable fur blanket around them. She let one hand remain behind her, helping her to stabilize her body in that moment. She let her other hand splay itself across the bed, her red painted fingertips catching the edges of the fur, staining them a deep crimson as well. Ah... that was not paint, now, was it? No. It was blood. Blood of one of her jewels lying beside her bed. He was dead, his hands missing and most likely somewhere in the room. She shed a small glance towards the body before looking at her lover of the hour... her advisor. He stared back up at her, his black sclera and red pupils blown wide with ecstasy. Of course, he was not her lover by choice... no, he never had been. He was the one who dragged her into this, who made her who she was. "... leave me. Clean this mess... I am tired Respin..." Her voice was soft, holding an edge of a desperate tone. She wanted him gone for now. Perhaps he had some way of influencing her that she just had not figured out yet. He was an excellent tactician, a man with a silver tongue, and one who knew exactly how to destroy an enemy from the inside out. Her body flinched involuntarily as she felt the bed shift. A hand wormed its way up her back, black claws lightly dragging themselves up and leaving soft red scratches behind. That same hand made its way into her golden locks, pulling on them slightly and forcing her to turn her head back to him. "Of course, Your Majesty... I could never disobey your words my loving queen..." The breath she was holding escaped her lips, a frigid chill brushed across the edges of her body as he moved swiftly off the bed. He gave her one of his smiles... the kind that always made her stomach twist up into knots. If it was not for him... if he had never done this to her... she was happy! She had been! The youngest daughter of the Hearts' Empire. The sweetest one, the most beloved... she had four elder sisters... each fighting for the crown in their own way, but she was left alone... for she was too young to inherit it... but the people adored her... and they clamored for her to be the next empress. Her sisters, jealous and stuck in misery, plotted against her. And... and Respin... he came to her... he whispered sweet words in her ear... he promised her everything if she did as he said. 'Kill them,' she could remember his voice, so tantalizing sweet like the juice of a ripe peach, 'You belong there... they hold no love for you... you know that... you know they hate you... kill them... destroy them... if you do not do it... then they will do the same to you... you could have everything... everything you have ever wanted...' And like Eve ate the apple from the snake, so did she do as he commanded. With him by her side, it was over in a matter of weeks. No more was the sweet girl, the gentle one, the angelic one... no... she was bloody... she was bathed in the crimson wreckage of her family. But... it did not end there. She was in love. Oh! Oh, how she had been in love! A man... a commoner... the one she adored and the one she had loved since she was but a child. She took him. She took him as her husband, she made him king. She ignored Respin's desire to be by her side and took the man she had adored since young. However, the man did not love her in return. No, it was a marriage of force... one that the empress was too blind to see that she was causing the pain. But, out of this marriage came her two joys in life, her twin boys... and yet... even this peace was taken from her. Respin weaseled his way in again, fed her lies... told her that her husband was unfaithful. He swore on his life that he had seen him with another woman, a maid. She wanted to believe the best... but for once, the fox's lies turned out to be true. Broken hearted, emotionally destroyed, and on the last edge of sanity... she killed her husband just as she killed her past family. Oh, but she could never hurt her sons! Oh never! They were her prized possessions. Lonely, stuck in grief, and constantly searching for affection... Respin convinced her to take on a harem... one full of men who would never deny her... lest they be slaughtered in return. She accepted this advice and thus stole men from their wives, taking them for her own. The world turned on her then, with Respin always by her side, a hand always on her shoulder, always whispering sweet words into her ears. "Alicina... do not despair... he was but a fool who disobeyed... you know you had to do it... otherwise, where would his loyalty have gone? To another woman? Oh Alicina..." Poor Alicina. Poor little girl. Poor little mother. Poor little wife. Poor little empress. The empress of blood. The empress of malice. The empress of nothing. That's what she was... just the empress of nothing. She was but a puppet for Respin's pleasure... for his own enjoyment of misery and suffering. And she knew this. She knew it well. And yet, he still turned her head and pulled her strings. Her head slowly brought itself to rest in her hands, her breathing turning heavy as her chest heaved back and forth. Tears leaked from her eyes, slipping down her hands and falling onto the fur below, churning the soft red colors into a muddied dark brown. "Poor Alicina! Poor woman! That's what I want them to say when I die! Oh, wretched Alicina! Oh, so FOOLISH ALICINA! So foolish! So... so foolish..."

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