The Lust of Demons and MenA Story by Gilad LevanonImagine being the lust-child from two soldiers on opposite sides in the ultimate war...He told me the story once,
the story of how I was conceived. I have often asked myself what kind of father
can tell his son such a tale in such vivid, explicit detail. The answer is
simple enough; a thief, a rapist, a murderer, a criminal of all trades. “We were on the outskirts,
the hills to the west of that enemy encampment,” he told me on that fateful
night, that midnight at the sombre fireside of our distant tent, erected a safe
many miles from both enemy armies. All three, armies of a damned war, a war
that had raped and murdered so, so many in its merciless path. A feud beyond
reason or explanation, a feud between forces of all sides; good and evil, and
neutral as well. For thirty generations it would rage. “I was bubbling with horror
at what I’d seen on the battlegrounds,” my father continued reminiscently, “and
I’d decided to get away from that godforsaken war awhile. And it’s funny I say
godforsaken, since He’s involved. As for her, to this day, I know not why she
was there.” “Swaggering along the
rolling grass of the unbloodied hills, draped in delicately transparent black
silk. Black hair fluttering down in the gentle breeze, so loose and long it
trailed out behind her like a second tail. And always, the blackest ink of her
devilry left in her footprints. “I recognized her for what
she was, but her beauty betrayed my natural response. Of all her humanoid kin
I’d slain in battle, never had I laid eyes on a being of such pure passionate
sex appeal. No angel, under the Lord of Light, could compare. “I remember her face
turning, ever so slowly away from the sun, to face me in the shadows. Her
hidden eyes revealing themselves as her hair fell away; plain spheres of inky
blackness devoid of the features of the eye of a human being. Delicate,
venomous lips parting slightly to breathe a breath so captivating and arousing,
it struck me like a physical blow. “I dropped my pack and
staggered forward, helpless against her lustful will, and pressed my face
against hers. Our lips fused with a force beyond our prior loyalties, and
gently I caressed the pale skin of her bare neck and shoulders. Abruptly, she
clenched the lapels of my shirt and shoved me out to arm’s length, gazing at me
hungrily. “Fear. Reason. Hatred. All
these things extinguished by pure desire alone. Reaching once more to her
shoulders, I pushed the silken straps down from either side, letting the black
dress drift away to leave her in her most natural state. The figure of a
goddess, a pair of unscarred legs, perfect round breasts, a tight behind and a
hairless crotch. “My hands involuntarily
found their way to brush those most sensitive areas. By then, I was a creature
of lust, a being of passion and desire. I hurriedly dropped my trousers and
thrust into her...” I stood up suddenly, cutting
my cursed father short, and stalked away, disgust and repulsion twisting my
gut. “She won’t take you!” he
jeered after me, “She’s not like us!” I rounded on him fiercely,
drawing my dagger and holding it to his throat, “I have to try!” I growled, “I
can’t live with you and your cruelty and your crime! Not any more!” I blocked off his heartless
jeers, turning away, just in time to miss his final, snide comment. “It was only a bit of her that rubbed off on me.” Lifting my hood and pulling
my cloak tightly about me, I started towards the enemy encampment that was the
home of my mother. Satan was always willing to new followers with open arms. © GILAD LEVANON 2010 © 2011 Gilad LevanonReviews
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4 Reviews Added on April 29, 2011 Last Updated on October 13, 2011 Tags: Fantasy, Angels and Demons AuthorGilad LevanonSouth AfricaAboutI'm interested in finding the ultimate question. I know the answer's 42 but "What is six times seven?" doesn't satisfy me. more..Writing
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