His pitch black eyes glowed, but still Tanny was clouded by uncertainties, he couldn’t know why she’d come to him if she didn’t ask for any benefits. “Danni… look, I’m quite flattered that you came here, but I just don’t really get why. You could have done this yourrself. What’s on your mind?” Tanny said, as his eyes returned to their original ever changing blue, resting on hers.

She escaped his gaze, wandering in the room, looking for a way out. Thanatos stood up, pacing towards her, understanding a bit more, by reading her gaze. She stepped back at the touch of his soft hands, which -to her surprise- were warm and welcoming. Danni was still wondering how he did that, when she found herself on his arms, resting her head on his chest, and his left hand craddling the back of her head.

Dani smiled peacefully “thank you”, she mouthed as a tear ran down his cheek, as he took her chin on his hands, placing the sweetest kiss to ever meet a pair of lips, on hers. Gracefully, Thanatos picked her up, and placed her limp body on the bed. Broodingly, he stood for a moment admiring her beauty, a soul so bright hidden under scars of wars and heartbreaks, he didn’t understand it fully, but he had to do it.

He sighed in pain… as the room was filled by the blackest darkness.

Crawling is the beast, tasting his prey in advance, tasty and dark soul…
Doesn’t stop.

He knows it, it tastes good, most valuable delicatessen… but his spine crushes, orbs whiten themselves and lungs are thrown at the edge of collapse.
It stops.

He can’t look up, not anymore. Dazzled and confused, between crap and sulfur, a strange smell is perceived… yes, his chest widens, flooding with that smell.
Doesn’t stop.

Too late, his conciousness is dragged far away in time, in space, in his mind. He is lying again on the mud, face down, rain drops invade his interior again through the gap opened on his flesh, muscles and spinal cords. Blood erupts from his vertebrae like a thick, dark and furious fountain
It doesn’t stop.

He tries to move, at least keep his eyes open, but he fails. Tries to see again, opens his eyes and time stops, the drops stay suspended in the air. He wonders if they hang from the angel’s fingers… if they see what is happening. And if they do, why didn’t they take care of him. In the staticity of the rain drops in front of his eyes he can see colors, the deformation and reflection of the light, his reflection in infinit different worlds, inside other reflections.
It doesn’t stop.

He has eyes, his skin is not reptilian, there is a lack of external bones and protuberances. His own image had been erased from his memory. He doesn’t know why or by who… maybe by himself, to convince himself of his evilness and filth.
It doesn’t stop.

The angels cut the fine strings and darkness embraces the universe, he finds himself encaged again in that abominable and filthy shell, the one that is once again forced to stand on its feet. The pain is cannot be explained, but no sound is emitted. External bones look for the way back to their original place, forcing, pushing, cutting through the flesh, tearing corrosive tears. Pain shakes the foundries of body, mind and spirit… until verticallity is achieved.
It stops.

Prey… golden, loved, appreciated, hated, prey.
Needed… prey.
Venerated, praised, martyrized… prey.

Unconcious lays there, suspended, bounded by hands and feet. The prey, with dead hopes, living reminiscences and mind set adrift awaits for the claws, jaws and a pair of cold orbs.

But the beast watches and craves… spills saliva in anticipation of such delicatessen. Pain increases but he doesn’t care, he knows that every sorrow, every fear and every nightmare will be the most tasty and rewarding thing of this universe…

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The Beast is stricken by a sudden cold air rush through him, literally a hole on his chest that little he knew about… nothing actually, it was not the pain that stroke him but image, like his whole left peck had been bitten off. His mind blurs a little, two, three, five tumble steps behind grew awareness of his condition and what caused it. He lowers his gaze to the flapping shreds of skin on his chest, a fingernail and a canine are still attached around the wound, the teeth deeper on the flesh than the fingernail which was easily visible.

Blood dripped like dense and cold mud from his chest, yet he held the fingernail on his hand, examining it closely, his sulphur eyes got lost on it, retrotracting him back to the events, with just making his body turn around to find a lifeless female body on the floor, completely shredded and blood-covered hands and mouth. Beast can’t comprehend… and decides to take the path that leaded her way. One of his few black tulips left dried lifeless when between acid tears ravaged its way down to his chin, where it fell, landing on the woman’s knee, burning its way down through flesh til bone.

Lamb was lying there with exposed and broken sternochleomastoideous, down to a wider gash on the center of her chest. Devoured and dry was the lamb with a torturous gesture, one of pleasure and wholehearted solidarity, one of joy and love. He gets grossed out, dropping the fingernail, that finds its crimson-bathed sisters attached to a petite hand. His eyes traveling all around the dry pool of her chest and stomach, with half ripped pancreas and chopped off liver falling their way out of their cage. Beast bends on one knee to caress her full lips, ending up tearing them with the sharpness of his claws, horrorized and trembling, he goes back to her eyes, yet behind their blackness he could sense, and breathe her selflessness in, as much as he did with her blood.

He won’t stop. Not now, not ever…

In a vertiginous leap he turns around with the grace of a wolverine and the speed of a ravaging starving cheetah he reached the ivory cross,standing ominous before him. His back curves a little, ready to pounce and savor the nectar of prey’s crimson life juice. He needs it, he wants to go back, he needs to reverse this chain reaction. One by one his fiery claws chop the cross until it fell, crashing, with Prey coming to consciousness, fearful yet given up adrift on this whirlwind of chaos. Prey just sits and looks at beast, merciful and understanding. Beast slowly as paces towards Prey, as late spring breeze, his moves are delicate despite his exterior… yet when he reaches Prey, thirsty and hungry, an acid tear rolls on his cheek opening yet another crack on his brutal face. Prey’s eyes cry blood as dark as night, as his whole body starts to dissipate into ether. Prey reached out to Beast’s bleeding hole, taking a handful of it for him, synchronized as Beast’s claw deadly shreds the new-found tattooed skin of Prey’s left peck. An eruption of blood breaks through his chest, but the Beast knows exactly as the Prey what to do.

They won’t stop, nothing will ever stop, until it does.

With Beast’s blood on his hands, Prey presses it together with all his strength against Beast’s Prey-blood-coated hand.

A blinding light emerges from the bond of their hands and starts escaping through their fingers, Prey obtains once again a corporeal face as that light hits him, as Beast is ripped into the human he once was, smiling tenderly at Prey, who laughs from the side of his mouth shaking his head it’s all nanoseconds till everything is bathed on eternal subliming light that extends to Finisterre and back, all along…

It never stops… it starts, it’s permanently starting. Now from scratch.

Everything just melts into a huge pink marshmallow, eaten by the Cheshire cat that’s closely watching over me… the cat turns into a blue marshmallow now… and I eat it, again, again and again… into infinit.

Sometimes it is like the bondage unifies us, as if just one big soul is divided into several bodies. That is joy, that is chemistry, the same one that allows us to function as one. Five is nine, and both are one. Two is everything, as we all simbiotize in one single moment, when the world of ideas collides with that of matter… when ideas materialize and hearts sublimze.

Yes, it honores me to share the battlefield with my brothers and sisters in arms. The totem of skills and ideas, most of all of diversified sensibilities, and without them there, there would be no completion, nor energetic or brainwave extension.

I can only blame my eyes for looking, cuz if would have never opened them, I wouldn’t see all I’ve seen, and all I see now. I wouldn’t hurt, and I wouldn’t die on each breath. I know it’s better to see, and know… but it’s been killing me and I don’t wanna keep dying.

How am I seen? It is unknown to me, but the way I see myself haunts me even while awake, building wild and somber constructs where I lose myself in a maze of dead ideas, corpses falling on me while I escape my own shadow.

I’d give anything for balance, for actually being glad and breath, not being afraid of being infected. I want to look up to the sun and embrace it, not being afraid of turning into one more. I wanna keep my face and my heart, not to lose them through the years, not to crumble in a sea of identical and minimal souls. I’m afraid to be zombified.

Yes, I am a paranoid, PKD has given me that gift… but I’m not as talented or visionary as him, his visions haunt me and tattooed my soul, the one that won’t rest till gold is reduced to stone and mind is on a fractal dimension from which no one will want to leave.

I’m dying right now… I’ve lost all my blood, my motivation.

I can’t seem to be recovering, I can only see myself draining, my eyes closing to an unwanted reality that foreshades my doom and demise. The ritual seems to be too far from me, and the blood I lost today is much more than what I’ve lost in many years.

Now, the world is blurring from my sight, and my head cannot be held straight anymore…

It talks to me, it tells me to get up, to let the wind guide me and that I’d find my way. So that’s what I did, gravity wanted me to stay down, but I fought back and on my feet I stood. I spread my arms like wings, felt the air moving me in different directions.

But I didn’t like it, the places the air led me to weren’t as promised. So I opened my eyes and saw how people walked against the wind. The palces they got to were oh, so divine, they made my body tremble and my eyes weep, it was not pain… it was joy. And I wanted it.

So I took my place, looked where I wanted to go, I wanted my golden place… my little piece heavenly hell. A place where I could lay my heart and mind… flying just with my being. I went with my real guides, and there I went high… as high as my soul took me. And they were up there, showing me the gates… and I opened them with my breath. Both of them smile, I grab my camera, my bic and pad, and I’m about to take the step…