Puppet of the Assassins +

I know that I am not that much of an Author, but if you can
please review to help me better my works, that woul be highly
appreciated. Please and Thankyou.
Aki Hirosaki

~Prologue~

~1~

The Kingdom of Astutus was a perpetually calm place, few winds would traverse through the forested cities. Quiet perused through every activity taking place, a novelty to most other cultures. They were viewed as gods of serenity, beautiful beyond imagining. But despite the reverence with which they were viewed, despite the calm that surrounded them perpetually, they could not find peace within themselves. Their dark hearts were rotted, filled with pain and despair, but they masked themselves with faux happiness. One could feel it, the sadness, the dark hearts of all the Astutians, and they drowned themselves in it.
Their appearances kept in accordance with their way of life. They were similar, too similar some would say. They verged on monotonous, hardly able to tell one from another. They grew their hair a little below their hips, as it was not allowed to have it any shorter than their shoulder blades. Their long and pointed ears were forced to duck out from under that fountain of hair. Their eyes shone with a green or silver luminescence, paying homage to their bioluminescent ancestors. The males were just as curvy as the females, but it was still obvious to tell the males from the females, since the woman were well formed with large breasts. The male defining factor was their disproportionately large wings, ranging from purest white to a dirty musk colour. But because of the inconvenience and the painful size of the wings, combines with the weakness of the muscles, they were doomed to be surgically removed.
They lived for over two millennia, and looked youthful until death. Their society was not as peaceful as one would take under assumption, segregation ran abundant, with male and female roles clearly defined. The males were in charge, allowed to do whatever they may, while the women were not to talk with anyone but family members and their spouse. If they perchance did, they were be banished to the dungeons for a century. The guards, despite their vows of celibacy, would defile the women at least once a nice. Even if the woman were violated in the city streets, it would be their fault for ever seducing the man in the first place, and off to the dungeons they would go.
Yes, Astutians were a rather cruel type, but it was their way. Nothing would ever change.

~2~

Hanamaru awoke, his skin bitter and sweated, his gasps for air loud and rapid. He sat up and put a hand to his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. He waited until his heart calmed down before he decided to get out of bed and rummage around for his Alcedose, the wonder of all wonders, the thing that made him forget what a nightmare his life was. Alcedose gave him wonderland. Alcedose was his redeemer. No—his lover.
He wandered about the room, walking carefully in the darkness, very frightened and very naked. His clothes were somewhere on the floor, from what he remembered. If this was his own room, he wouldn’t have any trouble finding it because he wouldn’t be so fixated on trying not to wake his father up. Biting his lower lip with nervousness, he slowly got on all fours and crawled around until he found himself a pair of pants with a pocket that had a baggie inside it. Ah, his Alcedose. He took it out greedily, staring at the baggie with his green eyes. He knew it was the most deadly drug, and it didn’t even have a medical use to it, but he needed it. He needed his fix. He just wished his hands would stop shaking, for if he sniffed too much of it, he could cause a tremendous amount of inner damage to his body; internal bleeding, permanent brain damage, and of course, death. But it looked friendly enough, as it was a soft fluffy substance that was a luminescent pink that sparkled in the moonlight, hence the nickname ‘Flinkle’.
Hanamaru was about to open his packet when he heard a loud “shiiink” noise as curtains opened and a blinding moonlight came through the window. Hanamaru cringed and moaned, lifting an arm over his eyes. His father stood in front of the window, only revealing a silhouette of himself.
“What are you doing?” his father asked, folding his arms and walking towards his startled and terrified son. Hanamaru didn’t know what to say, as it was quite obvious he was about to get himself high. But he had his reasons; he wanted to forget. He needed to forget to sustain his sanity. So, the boy said nothing, and just sat there. This infuriated his father, of course. “Answer me, damn you!” he took his son by the arm that held the Alcedose. “what is this?”
“I-it’s…it’s mine!” Hanamaru cried, his blue hair fell in front of his face and he struggled to keep it in his hands. But despite the young Astutian’s efforts, his father was able to successfully take it right out of his hands.
“What are you doing with this? Are you trying to harm yourself?” His father’s voice softened, but it was in such a way that is scared Hanamaru more than when he was yelling.
Hanamaru shook his head, tears forming. “I was just…I,” he was interrupted with a kiss. Hanamaru struggled to pull a way, but his father was far too strong.
“You know I can’t have you harming yourself, my love.” His voice deepened, and he pressed himself against Hanamaru. “You know I love you deeply…what would I do without you?”
“Constious, s-stop—” Hanamaru said, as his father began kissing his neck and shoulder, his hands groping at his sides. He was soon brought to the bed, and he thought it safer to just play along, because otherwise he would have to endure the pain he experienced the first time his father was inside him.

~Prologue End~