Innocent Sinner [complete]
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,443
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Innocent Sinner
Before you go ahead with this, pause, clear your head, and keep your mind open.
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Innocent Sinner
The wind soothes my frayed nerves as it flutters across my face and hair; closing my eyes, I dream of things far away. Rushing water, crashing thunder, vast mountains no human could master"¦ Breathe in. Breathe out. Taste the air around you, fill your lungs with the pureness, the freedom.
I am lost.
I've always been lost, but I have never enjoyed it or hated it as thoroughly as today.
His voice is still stinging in my ears, and his taste is sour on my parted lips"¦ I brush them with the tips of my fingers as though trying to invoke the sensations he fills me with. I want to sit on his chest and sink my blade between his enthralling violet eyes, deep into his skull and through that vicious mind"”I also want to kiss his eyelids and whisper to him about how much I miss him.
A long sigh slips from my mouth, and I release my grip on the bound handle of the man-killing knife slung at my waist. Turning my eyes up to the sky, I spread my arms out, palms up, waiting for something"”anything"”to strike me down. Come at me, I won't resist, sink your fingers through my heart and tear it from my flesh if that is your will"¦ if you even exist"¦
Scent of humans. I drop my arms to my sides and feel foolish for a moment from that instant of weakness. Of course I won't be struck down. My job is not done, nor am I even sure that I have an owner or creator any longer. He is the one who has shattered my faith, him with the violet eyes"¦ "˜How do you know he's still alive? How do you know that you're even serving some purpose any longer? You might just be a wandering pawn with a dead King, and you don't even know it.'
The human stench is rising, and my eyes narrow as I feel adrenaline spiking through my veins. I keep seeing him, his eyes, in my mind. He gives me rage anew that I didn't even know I had to draw upon. I take hold of the man-killing knife, feeling its fine bone hilt and gripping the beaten leather. Today my work will be swift and merciless, thanks to him.
I want to touch his face more than I want to breathe.
Blood sloshes across my arms and stomach as the blade digs fiercely through tender flesh. No chance to scream. I am death. You are the dead. It is like a fluid dance, turning and swaying, drifting with a current that only I can see. The knife has a mind of its own, through one soft throat, down into the belly of another"¦ my mind is clear as it only can be when I feel the whisper of souls across my skin, gliding away to a place I'll never know.
"You're so beautiful when you kill."
Everything is ice. My heart aches as I release the handle of the man-killing knife and stumble away from my last victim as though his words have cracked me across the cheek. This last human is still alive, and now he is shrieking and flailing about, with my knife embedded in his gut. I have no heart to move as I stare at the human suffering before me and feel the silken hands behind me, sliding up my back. A choked noise catches in my throat as his lips press against my bare skin between the two matching scars on my shoulders.
"Take the human's life, Inde. Grab onto that knife and pull swiftly; let me watch you do it." His voice penetrates me. His hands and his lips are ropes binding and twining around my wrists and ankles.
"I'm going to take the knife and kill you once and for all," I moan, as his hot tongue slides across the left scar. "You must not follow me."
"Must not follow you? Inde, there are no rules any more. Our Masters are dead and we are the kings now." He runs his tongue along the right scar, "You are free to do as you please now, and yet you still follow the ancient orders. Take this last human soul and then come with me to a life you can't even begin to dream of."
My hands lift shakily, as though he is pulling on the strings to move them, and I take hold of the hilt. This human is suffering deeply, and even if I don't touch him he will die.
"Yes, slice through his tender organs"¦" he whispers into my ear, his breath sending hot prickles down my spine.
Through his tender organs"¦ he makes me want to do it. And even if he was not there, taking this life is what I am meant to do. It is only the fact that he wants me to do it that makes me hesitate"”I do not want to please this monster that is nipping at the skin on my neck with his teeth, just barely avoiding breaking through the tissue and drawing blood.
My puppet fingers curl around the hilt and I slash downwards, slicing the human open from navel to groin. The blood splashes across my thighs and down my legs as the monster behind me sighs pleasantly against my skin, twining his arms around my torso and running his fingers across my belly, painting his hands with the blood from my victims. His chest is tight against my back and I can feel every defined muscle across his body. I want to both give in to this torture and take his head at the same time.
"Let me go," I whisper weakly, barely meaning it. All sense of freedom I had felt mere moments ago is choked by his presence. His golden silk hair is clinging to my body, bound with blood and sweat, and his open robes are fluttering on either side of me like white wings from a bird of prey perched upon its kill.
"Never," he whispers back, pushing his fingers beneath the lip of my leather covering and sliding them between my legs. "What sort of fool would release a prize like you? Inde, the bringer of Death"¦ the right hand of"”well, the right hand of a being that no longer exists. I want to have you for myself, Innocent Sinner. I want to taste the flavour of one whose hands, no matter how bloody, will forever remain unpunished because you do the work of your Master. Ah look, you want it, too."
I cry out and drop the man-killing knife as his hand works against me and my head falls forward in defeat. My hips buck against his deft fingers contrary to my will and he laughs pleasantly while untying the strings holding the leather covering at my hips.
I call out the name of my Master, and he laughs again, because we both know that I will receive no answer.
His teeth press against the weak scars on my shoulders, and this time it is my blood that flows"¦ he laps at it like a newly born creature, tenderly and slowly. "I can almost taste the wings that were once embedded in this body," he sighs, licking, kissing, "Oh so marvellous, the wings of One Without Rules. The wings that were ripped from this body the same day it was created, in exchange for your precious man-killing knife. Moan for me, Inde, Innocent Sinner!"
I do cry out as his fingers press harder against me and he grips my throat with his free hand, lifting my face to the sky. My eyes open and I stare at the blurred clouds as tears run down my cheeks and his hand moves faster between my legs. All I can feel is the sensation of this touch that no creature had ever shown me before him. That final, electric pulse of pleasure I've felt only a few times before makes me howl like a child, and his sweet laughter fills my ears as I writhe.
And all I can think is how much I hate angels.
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Innocent Sinner
The wind soothes my frayed nerves as it flutters across my face and hair; closing my eyes, I dream of things far away. Rushing water, crashing thunder, vast mountains no human could master"¦ Breathe in. Breathe out. Taste the air around you, fill your lungs with the pureness, the freedom.
I am lost.
I've always been lost, but I have never enjoyed it or hated it as thoroughly as today.
His voice is still stinging in my ears, and his taste is sour on my parted lips"¦ I brush them with the tips of my fingers as though trying to invoke the sensations he fills me with. I want to sit on his chest and sink my blade between his enthralling violet eyes, deep into his skull and through that vicious mind"”I also want to kiss his eyelids and whisper to him about how much I miss him.
A long sigh slips from my mouth, and I release my grip on the bound handle of the man-killing knife slung at my waist. Turning my eyes up to the sky, I spread my arms out, palms up, waiting for something"”anything"”to strike me down. Come at me, I won't resist, sink your fingers through my heart and tear it from my flesh if that is your will"¦ if you even exist"¦
Scent of humans. I drop my arms to my sides and feel foolish for a moment from that instant of weakness. Of course I won't be struck down. My job is not done, nor am I even sure that I have an owner or creator any longer. He is the one who has shattered my faith, him with the violet eyes"¦ "˜How do you know he's still alive? How do you know that you're even serving some purpose any longer? You might just be a wandering pawn with a dead King, and you don't even know it.'
The human stench is rising, and my eyes narrow as I feel adrenaline spiking through my veins. I keep seeing him, his eyes, in my mind. He gives me rage anew that I didn't even know I had to draw upon. I take hold of the man-killing knife, feeling its fine bone hilt and gripping the beaten leather. Today my work will be swift and merciless, thanks to him.
I want to touch his face more than I want to breathe.
Blood sloshes across my arms and stomach as the blade digs fiercely through tender flesh. No chance to scream. I am death. You are the dead. It is like a fluid dance, turning and swaying, drifting with a current that only I can see. The knife has a mind of its own, through one soft throat, down into the belly of another"¦ my mind is clear as it only can be when I feel the whisper of souls across my skin, gliding away to a place I'll never know.
"You're so beautiful when you kill."
Everything is ice. My heart aches as I release the handle of the man-killing knife and stumble away from my last victim as though his words have cracked me across the cheek. This last human is still alive, and now he is shrieking and flailing about, with my knife embedded in his gut. I have no heart to move as I stare at the human suffering before me and feel the silken hands behind me, sliding up my back. A choked noise catches in my throat as his lips press against my bare skin between the two matching scars on my shoulders.
"Take the human's life, Inde. Grab onto that knife and pull swiftly; let me watch you do it." His voice penetrates me. His hands and his lips are ropes binding and twining around my wrists and ankles.
"I'm going to take the knife and kill you once and for all," I moan, as his hot tongue slides across the left scar. "You must not follow me."
"Must not follow you? Inde, there are no rules any more. Our Masters are dead and we are the kings now." He runs his tongue along the right scar, "You are free to do as you please now, and yet you still follow the ancient orders. Take this last human soul and then come with me to a life you can't even begin to dream of."
My hands lift shakily, as though he is pulling on the strings to move them, and I take hold of the hilt. This human is suffering deeply, and even if I don't touch him he will die.
"Yes, slice through his tender organs"¦" he whispers into my ear, his breath sending hot prickles down my spine.
Through his tender organs"¦ he makes me want to do it. And even if he was not there, taking this life is what I am meant to do. It is only the fact that he wants me to do it that makes me hesitate"”I do not want to please this monster that is nipping at the skin on my neck with his teeth, just barely avoiding breaking through the tissue and drawing blood.
My puppet fingers curl around the hilt and I slash downwards, slicing the human open from navel to groin. The blood splashes across my thighs and down my legs as the monster behind me sighs pleasantly against my skin, twining his arms around my torso and running his fingers across my belly, painting his hands with the blood from my victims. His chest is tight against my back and I can feel every defined muscle across his body. I want to both give in to this torture and take his head at the same time.
"Let me go," I whisper weakly, barely meaning it. All sense of freedom I had felt mere moments ago is choked by his presence. His golden silk hair is clinging to my body, bound with blood and sweat, and his open robes are fluttering on either side of me like white wings from a bird of prey perched upon its kill.
"Never," he whispers back, pushing his fingers beneath the lip of my leather covering and sliding them between my legs. "What sort of fool would release a prize like you? Inde, the bringer of Death"¦ the right hand of"”well, the right hand of a being that no longer exists. I want to have you for myself, Innocent Sinner. I want to taste the flavour of one whose hands, no matter how bloody, will forever remain unpunished because you do the work of your Master. Ah look, you want it, too."
I cry out and drop the man-killing knife as his hand works against me and my head falls forward in defeat. My hips buck against his deft fingers contrary to my will and he laughs pleasantly while untying the strings holding the leather covering at my hips.
I call out the name of my Master, and he laughs again, because we both know that I will receive no answer.
His teeth press against the weak scars on my shoulders, and this time it is my blood that flows"¦ he laps at it like a newly born creature, tenderly and slowly. "I can almost taste the wings that were once embedded in this body," he sighs, licking, kissing, "Oh so marvellous, the wings of One Without Rules. The wings that were ripped from this body the same day it was created, in exchange for your precious man-killing knife. Moan for me, Inde, Innocent Sinner!"
I do cry out as his fingers press harder against me and he grips my throat with his free hand, lifting my face to the sky. My eyes open and I stare at the blurred clouds as tears run down my cheeks and his hand moves faster between my legs. All I can feel is the sensation of this touch that no creature had ever shown me before him. That final, electric pulse of pleasure I've felt only a few times before makes me howl like a child, and his sweet laughter fills my ears as I writhe.
And all I can think is how much I hate angels.
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End.
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Read and review if you\'d like; if you do decide to review, let me know what gender you imagined the Innocent Sinner to be.