The story is about a lad, who is a noble, that has a spell caste upon him, that allows him to move as though he is shadow, but in this form he has slain women of the night. In their kingdom. Yet it appears he has haunted another place has done this to a duke's son and his bethrothed.
The story involves gore and a rape scene,
The massive painting over the mantel portrayed a monstrous figure, a chimera with the upper body and face of a woman and the hind quarters of a goat. In her right hand she held a whip. She stood before a man whose back was covered in bloody gashes. His muscles were stark and torn. He was kneeling in the dirt, surrounded by puddles of blood. His wrists were shackled to a post, but he held his head high, looking at a background of ashes and flames. Instead of examining her handiwork, the woman's face was turned out, her eyes staring, her mouth in a half grin, as if inviting Seratta to join her. See what I did to your ancestor, she could have been saying.
Although he'd gazed at the picture a thousand times, he was filled with fury. Of the other members of his family and servants who paraded through the great room, only he knew the significance of the painting, and the message that trickled down through the ages to him. Someday he would avenge his ancestors,
Torches, lightning and the flames that danced, frolicked and played
on the coals and logs in the hearth illuminated the bed chamber. That was made of Gray masonry. The walls had red tapestries. The floor was covered in red pile rug, red tapestries adorned the walls. There were statues of mythical beasts that are there, on a table. Beside the huge bed, with its black canopy. Whose posts were made statues of male and female bodies that were atomically correct. Their hands held the top of the canopy, their legs met the floor. Their eyes appeared to follow you upon entering the room. They were stone, two figures were women as white as opal, to as two were men as black as obsidian. Seratta and his wife lay there.
Seratta kissed Teraza on her delicate lips. As he did this, slipped her tongue into his mouth to tell him, that she desired him to do this. She drew him towards her naked form. He smiled. She smiled mischievously, at him. Anticipated him being here tonight. It was a Midsummer;'s night eve.
He looked at the window to see the lightning. As it crashed, exploded and burst upon the cliffs and the coast line. The stones that rose from the coast line looked like jagged teeth of a carnivore's mouth. That the white water with its waves that frothed against the stones looked like someone with rabies . The sand looked like blood covered its surface. It played and ran down the portions that were there. . The sound of the crashing waves upon the rocks was deafened by the thunder that roared over head. The lightning tore through the veil of darkness as a dagger through silk.
Trees rose from the grounds. They were trying to grasp the very stars. With their gnarled fingers and jagged nails. He envisioned the nail coated in blood. The branches were covered in moss that hung there.Ran with blood from their finger's, tips, across the open palm and knuckles of these hands. That it was an illusion.
She held him there. He could not break her grasp, as she tore through the thin fabric
fabric that was his skin. Blood ran in rivers and streams, that spilled down his back. He looked her enjoyed her play.
There had come a loud boom on the door.
Seratta looked at the door; knowing who it was as always Cartin his aid, did he never sleep he pondered and opened his mouth to scream,
"Cartin! Go away! damn you! Go away."
The male statue holding the canopy on the right, looked at him, as he looked at it. It shook his head, mouthed, "You are needed."
"My lord, you are needed now!" Cartin on the other side of the door bellowed. Trying to elude the massive arms of the guards stationed
there, they knew their business, as did he. It was a matter for the royal family as it so often was with him at the door. |He was not to be turned away from there.
"Go away! Let me be alone with Teraza!" Seratta warned, praying beyond prayers that he would listen. But as always he did not no
No!" Cartin bellowed. As he drove his fist into the door again.
"Quiet, are you trying to wake the dead!" Teraza asked forlornly.
"What do you mean, no! Who do you think you are addressing?" Seratta exclaimed as he looked at Teraza, and the door, winced and wished 'he was not in the house, where he lived. '
But at Teaca's the woman, who gave him male heirs to the throne, house. There he would not be disturbed by anyone,
"Sire Seratta, is who I am addressing, but this was something that you must address;