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Peace and blessings be upon you, how's it going, friends? :)

Unlike many of the stories you might've read on Stories, this story revolves around no singular protagonist, but rather many protagonists which is to say, none at all. I hope that through reading each of the character's stories, may you be transported to its beautiful world.

Like it, love it, hate it, just enjoy it :) .


Table of Contents

• Epilogue - Seamus & Chains
• Chapter 1- Claws and Coffee, Sir?
• Chapter 2- Not Victoria's Secrets
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12-Dec-2014 10:09:06 - Last edited on 20-Dec-2014 04:18:36 by Chief Elf

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Epilogue: Seamus & Chains


Passion burned in his eyes like the Sun in its unobstructed most glorified days. The crackling of the heat, the phoenix screeches. The winds swirled around him, ready to perform like a dervish drunk in the divine love of God. His golden locks swayed like they had surrendered to the waves, ripples and tides of underwater. The blonde illuminated by the Sun, a halo around his crown. He licked his lips, saliva coating a moist pink flesh so raw and unkissed. Pursed his lips, specks of saliva sprinkled across space, refined like diamonds.

He unsheathed his sword. It's silver shimmering in the sunlight, a flawless treasure but a dauntless creature. The sword impaled into the ground, coalescing the heavens and the earth together. He clasped his hands around the golden hilt. A gentle close of his eyes, a golden radiance erupted around him. Warm.

He was ready.

Exhale. Lips parted, like a blossomed rose. I exhaled. Our breaths, collided, circled around each other like lovers surveying another's existence.

"Go," I whispered, though he could've never heard me.

He opened his eyes in a sudden motion. Eyes like the ocean's reflection of the starry night sky. I could hear the ocean waves from his eyes, the crickets of the night alive. The air vibrated. Rocks and dust began to jump in the earth's tremor. The sound of a rocketship preparing for launch. But there were no rockets. It was him. Or rather what he was doing to the space before him. Crackle, crackle, crackle.. the smell of burning flesh choked the air.

My skin begun to itch. Tiny invisible needles prickled my skin. He took a step forward. The air sizzled with the sparks of his energy. His energy, his golden aura, its threads floated like broken spiderwebs, slowly caressing my cheek.
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12-Dec-2014 10:09:39 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 14:08:39 by Chief Elf

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It was my flesh. My flesh that cooked from his luminous glory, like holy fire. Flames from my skull to my feet. The shackles that bound my hands rattled violently. Blood poured from my eyes, perhaps I was crying. Yet despite the atrocities, I felt no pain. His eyes had numbed all feeling.

Finally, he stood before me. Cold, steel boots kissing my feet. Head slightly tilted back, mouth agape. He lifted his sword above his head in a cool, gradual motion like a peacock flaunting its feathers. Truly colourful.

He tilted his head towards me, eyes locked on mine. Slowly, the darkness of his eyes flushed to the sides, revealing a watery whiteness. The caramel-brown of his eyes returned with the same ferocity and fervent as before. However, now they drowned in water. Red veins popped on his eyelids as his eyebrows knotted in worry.

"Do it," I whispered, this time he would've definitely heard me.

His hands quivered. Tears rolled down his cheeks as it glistened from the refulgence of his visible aura.

"I-" his voice catching.

The power that manifested rose to its peak.

"You must do it now," my eyes lost in his.

I could no longer hear the crackle of the flames. Just the silence of where the winds should be. My ears played audience to his voice only.

The blood that stained my body had dried. The mountain of corpses who had sacrificed their lives for the bloodlust of my sword now stood still. Their eyes like dinner plates, white as curdled milk. Jaw stretched so wide tearing its skin. Perpetually petrified in a state of unrest. For did you know that even corpses can sing, moan, wail, scream and weep? For all the emotions of the heart that they kept hidden from the world, were now echoed in death. But even the dead were quiet, not even whispering. Perhaps they had finally found solace.

All was quiet, except for me and him.
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12-Dec-2014 10:09:45 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 14:13:05 by Chief Elf

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I could see my sword, its steel black like soot from outer-space. For even in its evil, it glimmered with the stars of heaven, like my starry-eyed boy. It laid there, unattended but perfectly composed. Or perhaps, composed of perfection. Untouched by all but the sunlight and air. Blood dripped down its blade as though it too cried like its master. It knew I was dying. Perhaps it might miss me.

He forced his eyes closed, tears sitting on his eyelashes, lips tightened to a thin line. I loved it. I loved seeing his face so closely. His nose was thin but his nostrils protruded out like a puppy's. Cute as a button. I could see every blonde hair follicle on his sunburnt face. Dots of black from an aftershave carpeted his lips and chin. My oh my, he had grown into a man so quickly. His dimples, it con-caved into a crevice. I could pour water into it and it would not spill. If I could caress that face, would the rose in his cheek blossom and blush. I bear witness - he was the prettiest boy I ever known, none could compete.

But my favourite feature of him were the crow's feet that formed whenever he would squint his eyes. Or when he smiled. Oh when he smiled! Those wrinkles around his eyes have never failed to cease my heart from fluttering. They were simply arresting. An object of mystery, captivating my curiosity. It was a mark of true happiness, his wrinkles were lines that mapped the way to his heart. The byproduct of laughter. These wrinkles were there whenever I was with him. We would relish the days together and I would forever relish his wrinkles.

Another tear rolled down his cheek.
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12-Dec-2014 10:09:52 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 14:29:17 by Chief Elf

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The stench of steel, blood and rot invaded my nose. A sharp sensation in my stomach. It twisted. My stomach twisted. No, it was really twisting! The steel sword had pierced my stomach, its contents tangled around the blade. The sensation travelled down my system. Body numb. Only a warmth sat in my stomach - from his blade. A warmth and nothing else.

Crack crack. My skin began to crack, revealing a stream of light in the gaps.

"Rudi," I consoled, choking on the blood in my throat. "You have to look at me Rudi."

"I can't," he squealed like a frightened little boy, eyes tightly closed. "I'm sorry."

"Please,"

He opened his eyes, flooded with tears, swallowed by frustration, pain and sorrow. Regret and guilt. His tears were clear like a crystal that peered into the truth of one's self.

Rudi took another brave step forward. His legs were in-between mine. Cold steel-armour against my skin. His waist against mine, though both of us were bare-breasted. There was no need to see it, I could feel it. His sculpted abdomen that rippled across his stomach, grazed against mine. The tiniest of body hair, tickling against mine. My body flushed, as though it was embarrassed. But it had witnessed this before. It remembered the touch of his skin, the warmth of his body, the definition of his muscular features. The numbness was gone when his body made contact with mine, carrying with it all the feelings I had lost.

Our lips were a breath apart. I missed being this close. It was a liberation that Death could never bring. Warmer than a fire in winter. Brighter than a candle lit in the darkness of war. He heaved and so I heaved. Until our heartbeats synchronised. Our minds synthesised. Our souls harmonised. The perfect tuning of a violin, with the perfect balance of delicacy and force. Like a homeless man who had found fresh, warm bread. As shy as the mimosas that closed when touched, yet this time, the mimosas remained open.
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12-Dec-2014 10:09:58 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 15:21:03 by Chief Elf

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"I couldn't save you," he choked.

"Nor could I. Perhaps I wasn't meant to be saved." I had accepted this fate long ago. Perhaps I had known it before my mother had delivered me to this world.

"I refuse to believe that!"

Crackle, crackle. The rest of my body continued its lapse, scraps of flesh and skin peeled away now floating in the wind. My body continued to burn, the fire rampant but not all-consuming. More light poured from my body. In truth, this light was his. From his refulgence. His purity. The sword. It was destined to purge the evil that is me. The bloodthirsty beast that raged within me. It was never caged, never tamed, or chained or bound. Never casted to a corner of my mind. It did not lurk, but simply slept. It was a constitute of my being. There was no being free from it.

For everyone who I had loved, should they meet with misery. But now the secret ingredient had arrived to end my monstrosity - Rudi.

The smell of his skin. Sweat, blood, metal, camomile, mint, roasted nuts and bread mixed together. As a man of regality he was showered with riches, but he did not smell of gold. He smelled like a child to me. Carrying the scent of innocence. A piece of sunlight that all children bear. Though he was known as a valiant warrior, prestigious in his work and honoured in battle, he would always smelled like a little boy to me. A little boy, but a hero.

Crackle, crackle. The fire had seared through my flesh and was eating my bones.

I leaned closer so that our lips were barely touching, but not enveloped by each other. Rudi's eyelashes brushed against my cheeks. His tears traveled to my lips, I could taste its saltiness. He was breathing into my mouth, yet neither of us made a move.

Breath abated.
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12-Dec-2014 10:10:04 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 15:34:12 by Chief Elf

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He grabbed my face, pushed me closer towards him. Our lips locked. They hugged. It was bouncy like a pillow. I could fall asleep and have sweet dreams with those lips. Softer than cotton candy yet of more substance, more physical. My tongue surveyed his lips, taking the metallic taste of blood along with it. Then it moved to his teeth. I felt vulnerable knowing that these chompers could rip my tongue away. Yet here they were, welcoming me in. Tongue and tongue. A familiar friend. But never too familiar. A friend you couldn't always be with, but had never parted from. The fuel of your passions, the engine of your souls. A friend that had the power to cease the cogs and gears of time. For none to witness but the parties and God. It's surface was rough, you'd think a tongue was soft and slippery but it was rough. It seemed more desperate this time round. As though he was deprived of water for a long time.

Silence. Stillness. No winds. No fire. No burning flesh. No smell. No sight. No travelling dust or excited earth. No, light, no darkness. Emptiness. Yet, I had never been so filled, so whole, so full of everything.

"I love you. I really really do," it echoed in my mind.

Just lips and him.

He released me, holding my face in his hands.

"I know," he whispered back.

The numbness returned. It crawled from my feet like a disease but I know it had good intentions. I could no longer feel his armoured legs between mine. Then, the feeling of his waist was lost. Followed by his abdomen. The heart that pounded on his chest was now silent, or was it mine? I could not feel his chest. Or his neck anymore. Or smell his scent. Or hear his breathing. Or feel his warm breath. I could not feel his hands that clutched my face. So familiar, yet now I had forgotten.

My vision tunnelled.
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12-Dec-2014 10:10:10 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 15:47:21 by Chief Elf

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"See ya later, Rudi."

His lips were moving, but he was inaudible. Everything was inaudible. The darkness that surrounded the circumference of my vision was thickening.

A smile. He smiled! Those dimples. The Crow's feet. Tears.

The emptiness had found its way inside me, pervading throughout my body. Or perhaps, I had found it. What was always so familiar was now forgotten. Finally, my vision was gone.

So was I.
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12-Dec-2014 10:10:19 - Last edited on 12-Dec-2014 15:51:43 by Chief Elf

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