tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45999615298459997012024-02-20T01:56:11.869-08:00Streams of ThoughtDevasya ThoughtsDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-2230678051692277292009-12-02T15:50:00.000-08:002009-12-02T15:55:02.150-08:00Cigarettes and VigilanceBlack dress and sunglasses<br />A beacon of the night<br />The street stands still and shaking like an old silent movie<br />I'm almost ready to draw the curtain<br /><br />She smokes, blowing killer's ash in the air. The lights on the block only capture her clear doll face with that relaxed, but cold stare veiled by shades. The shadows are just clear enough to display her curved and sculpted figure that's gotta belong to some sort of statue.<br /><br />I'm beginning to wonder why there's no men nearby. A girl like that at this time of night is probably some kind of succubus or vampire, with victims drowning to death in ecstasy. You'd expect her to have wings, maybe feathered, or smooth and menacing. That silent shadow-blended woman's shape pulls in on the curiosity of superstition, and still won't let go.<br /><br />Her hidden eyes<br />Wherever they are<br />They're probably staring something down<br />But she ain't a fighter<br /><br />But she's already won<br />If you listened, you can figure out whatDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-83455080971906989512009-10-27T14:58:00.000-07:002009-10-27T15:15:36.444-07:00ExcerptCarlos stood on the ground struggling. He began to feel his skin burn from the hot sun. William stood laughing ten yards from him, holding the torn piece of Carlos' vampire cloak in his hand.<br /><br />"I never thought I could finish you so easily." William said, batting his gargoyle wings admirably.<br /><br />Carlos stared straight ahead at William in dismay. He could not fathom losing at this moment. He reminded himself of needing to stop William before the Werewolf lord awakened. William could not gain any more power. He was already too dangerous. Carlos gathered up his strength and stood straight. His skin immediately burst into flames and he let out a growl in pain.<br /><br />Carlos was now on his knees, his hands in the dirt and his face looking to the ground. The demonic entity inside him was thrashing for freedom. The demon thought at that moment that Carlos was going to die. Death for Carlos meant death for the demon. The sheer power of the demon was difficult for Carlos to handle. Carlos summoned up what holy power he could to keep the demon at bay, and to prevent possession. At looking ahead, Carlos saw William smiling, not having moved a step.<br /><br />The demon now struggled to free itself with all its might. Carlos floated up in the air, growling. The demon's voice started to come through more and more as Carlos levitated high above the ground.<br /><br />"I'm glad you will make this at least a challenge!" William screamed up into the air.<br /><br />Carlos was doing his best to fill his body up with holy energy. This would be the worst time to let the demon take over, yet Carlos felt it near complete possession.<br /><br />"Don't try to stop it. Holy and demonic are like oil and water. Your body will tear to pieces."<br /><br />Carlos let out a last effort. A highly audible demonic growl escaped him, and dust came flying up in the air rapidly.<br /><br />William shielded his eyes from the dust and waited for the thump of Carlos' body hitting the ground. A moment later and there was not a sound but the wind blowing. William squinted up into the dust cloud and became startled and shocked. In this dust cloud was a dark angelic figure, wings spread and floating, towering at around ten feet. The presence of it was not angelic, yet not demonic. The presence was purely dark and ominous. The presence of death.<br /><br />"I am an angel of death." Said the figure. The voice was a powerful hiss. It came to William's ears as if being spoken into directly from both sides, and from the sound of a thousand people standing in a stadium, and from a person standing straight in front. The voice alone immediately turned all the fear on to William.Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-51450458280393399482009-10-15T14:10:00.000-07:002009-10-30T17:59:17.990-07:00The Mirror Well - Part ICarol brushed her dark crimson behind her shoulder to prevent it from falling in front of her face as she peered down into the river. She was sitting on the edge of a stone bridge. The bridge was old and dirty, and no one ever came to use it. The road that once went over the bridge became shrouded by forest and vines began to grow through the bricks.<br /><br />This specific moment was rather peculiar for her. The day was dark and dreary, as usual for her. The sky was grey and rain was scattering throughout every inch of the earth. Yet the spot she was sitting in was sunny. She saw the water sparkling then looked up at the sky to confirm that the sun was indeed out. Next, she rolled up the sleeve of her left arm and examined the scars on her wrist in this new light. She sighed and rolled the sleeve back down, peering off into the gray distance.<br /><br />"Don't do it." Immediately the voice of Dave, her dead childhood friend came into her head. She always had been infatuated with him but never told him. Ever since he died she obsessively thought about what he would think of her actions. The obsession eventually lead to him being a voice in her head.<br /><br />Her face sunk more so than before as she remembered the photo displayed on his coffin at the funeral. He was smiling, happy as ever. Positive as ever. She always envied him and wondered how he did it. He had been through much more than she had. He was part of the witness protection program, and she had never been told what he had witnessed. The times they were alone and she desperately tried to get it out of him, she was often beaten to the point of bleeding. A less frequent, but not uncommon occurrence was him vomiting uncontrollably and tearing his own skin off, usually the back of his hands. He would always scream the same unintelligible words, which always appeared to be coming from the mouth of a young child. She sighed and remembered to trust him, as she turned around and set off walking off of the bridge.<br /><br />As she stared off at the endless circle of trees she felt comfortable. She rubbed the new cluster of bruises on her right shoulder that her boyfriend had given to her earlier that day. He failed another test, and he had no money to buy weed. She felt her right pocket, remembering that she had some salvia, and her pipe. She reached into left jacket pocket and removed her lighter.<br /><br />Music<br /><br />Adagio - Archangels In Black (yes, the entire album)<br />Desiderii Marginis - Deadbeat (the entire album)Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-51056047021673370872009-10-04T15:38:00.001-07:002009-10-04T15:44:39.910-07:00RavenIf a raven's eye caught my hand and knew<br />If it could know what I was about<br />If it could see the shadows<br />Would it peck the flesh off of my bones?<br /><br />Is the raven's eye that of the accuser?<br /><br />Then why raven do you sit so still?<br />Speak you vile crow!<br /><br />Like a monster it steals the moonlight<br />Its beak forms a perfect smile of the darkest knowledge<br /><br />It knows<br />It knows<br />It knows<br /><br />Scream raven!<br />Crow at the moon and bring me the secrets!<br />Scream if it means me death!<br /><br />Oh, but now raven I see you too<br />I look through your hollow bones<br />I see your thoughts<br />Those blue wisps pulsating away at the red fragments of my interruption<br /><br />Your eyes that thieve the moon of its splendor<br />I now possess them within my veins<br />I have your knowledge on top of my curling tongue<br /><br />Whisper raven<br />Whisper your secrets to me<br />They are not lost upon my spiritDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-69005866380116660612009-10-04T15:31:00.000-07:002009-10-04T15:36:46.491-07:00UntitledTime is the slowest moving thread from the needle by my eye<br />The gate of teeth and chains closes before my soul<br />It will not open<br />The teeth won't turn to flowers<br />The chains won't turn to vines<br />My blood won't become wine<br /><br />But the gate opens when it hears her footsteps<br />The touch of her hand erases my claws<br />The touch of her lips removes my fangs<br />My gate is now a doorway<br />The chains are now vines bearing sweet grapes<br />The blood is now wine that we drink<br />We celebrate<br /><br />Inside the gate is a garden<br />The stairs of the words we speak lead to the fountain<br />Of my soul<br />Her soulDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-54321842921992276802009-09-15T14:51:00.000-07:002009-09-15T15:12:52.028-07:00Mine - Part 1 of a StoryIt's beautiful down there. The streets are clean and the business of my dwellers is winding down. I make a trip across the sky, with the sun frozen near a complete sunset, to watch upon my creations.<br /><br />The peaceful lack of light is wonderful, but it is not too dark. I have my eye on a girl who is walking home innocently through the park. There is a spring in her every step. She has the most wonderful life in the world. Her lips form the greatest smile to herself. I look at her beautiful face and admire my creation. Her figure is absolutely perfect down to the last detail. She is only seventeen years of age but looks very mature. Her brown curly hair perfectly compliments her beautiful white skin and eyeless face. She has not a trait in her that can be turned ugly and monstrous.<br /><br />I sense an odd disturbance by the trees. It is something moving hidden like a rat, and strike unexpectedly, like other. It comes out. Three tall men. Black skin. A very intimidating appearance. They focus their ugly eyeless faces on her and make a dash at her. She can't get away, but she tries. Her entire day becomes reversed. The magnitude of her happiness has now turned to fear and sadness.<br /><br />The men grab her and tear through her clothes without wasting a moment. Their disgusting naked bodies hold her while she tries to break free. Two of them have her still on the ground while the third attempts to defile her immaculate body with his own putridity.<br /><br />I can't have this.<br /><br />I appear behind him and my mechanical hands with thin metal fingers dig into his back. My needle-tipped fingers dig through his flesh and leave him unable to fight back out of pain. My body turns black and soft like a shadow. I retain the sharpness of my talons and my teeth grow to form a deathtrap of fangs. I can fight back this time. The first I rip into pieces, his flesh evaporates off of the ground and forms sickly black clouds of impurity. The other two still do not leave. I reach my long over and grab the first and get a good grip on his shoulder. He is bleeding and I tear his arm off.<br /><br />"This is mine! Mine!" I yelled. The third ran, escaping into my world, where it would multiply again.<br /><br />I couldn't win again.<br /><br />Music<br /><br />Skinny Puppy - Rash Reflection<br />Skinny Puppy - Nature's Revenge<br />Unexpect - Constellation and MysticismDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-56395707860558465882009-09-13T10:47:00.000-07:002009-09-13T10:48:00.875-07:00JuiceWhile stopping at a gas station in Colombia me, my sister, my mother, and my aunt had an encounter with a young boy selling juice to support his family. Seeing poverty like this had got me thinking for a while. This differs from those commercials of an old man holding up a little girl in a dirty little place filled with huts.<br /><br />He looks apathetic<br />As if this is a routine<br />It seems so sick<br />He doesn’t seem to mind<br /><br />The dirt has become a part of his face<br />He was born<br />This is his place<br />He holds it without scorn<br /><br />No time for youth<br />No chance of learning<br />But he can return<br />Once all the juice has left the box<br /><br />His age is not known<br />It is apparent his innocence is gone<br />He knows what I am<br />But will never understand<br />I know what he is<br />But I can only hope<br /><br />We share an inquiring look<br />For the most split of seconds<br />Yet we break it and we are left<br />With only a foot placed on the bridge<br /><br />A foot which we both take away<br />I remove it out of unwillingness<br />He removes because he can’t cross<br />We are both found where we started<br />Were we ever lost?<br /><br />I am just another face<br />From time to time he may ponder<br />That he may not be to me<br />He may be more<br /><br />But now he is touched with money<br />He didn’t even have to sell anything<br />He knows what matters<br />Yet he knows not I’m touched with memory<br />Yet none of this matters<br />Once all the juice has left the boxDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-56181977150110751192009-09-11T18:39:00.001-07:002009-09-11T18:58:46.241-07:00I AmSonic calm<br />An engine roaring<br />Mind becomes body<br />Body loses place<br /><br />Colors in a tunnel<br />Body in a dream<br />Tunnel losing time<br />Radioactive robotic scream<br /><br />I see numbers<br />I see squares<br />I see shapes<br />I see preanimation<br /><br />I am<br />I am<br />I am mechanism<br />Given life<br /><br />Assemble at my command<br />Disassemble at my will<br />Shape and motion I will create<br />I think the thought<br />And I animate<br /><br />Let there be light!<br />Let there be shadows!<br />Let there be life!<br />Let there be chaos!<br /><br />I am<br /><br />Music Listened To During This Writing<br /><br />Teddy Afro - Alamin<br />Vision Divine - God Is Dead<br />Elane - Elfennacht (5.1 Surround-Mix Data Track)Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-29357301958560284562009-09-11T15:23:00.000-07:002009-09-11T18:31:14.498-07:00Except From One Of My StoriesAll for now. Will revise and finish at a later point.<br /><br />The last thud of the great demon created a great cloud of dust. Tecotl stood back as he waited for his pupil Atlanela to come out. His mind began to trail off and think about the time he had sex with her. Over time he developed a lust for her, a lust that her father Tezcatlipoca surprisingly didn't mind. He thought about her smiling at him as they met. He concentrated on her innocent fourteen-year-old smile, on her beautiful red hair on her white head devoid of any impurities.<br /><br />"Look." Acacuiyatl said in his booming voice.<br /><br />Tecotl caught focus again and stared into the dissipating cloud. He was so busy dumbly looking for the young girl in admiration that it took him a moment to notice that a demon larger than five tanks wasn't there.<br /><br />"Um, where is the demon?"<br /><br />"I ate it." Atlanela said, letting that innocent smile go on Tecotl.<br /><br />Tecotl smiled to conceal his annoyance.<br /><br />"Tezcatlipoca, your daughter.."<br /><br />"What about her?" Tezcatlipoca's voice came booming in the mind of Tecotl.<br /><br />"She is growing rather disobedient."<br /><br />Tecotl stared straight ahead observantly as Atlanela stretched herself.<br /><br />"This is one of the greatest things that happens in this world!" Atlanela shouted, interrupting Tecotl and Tezcatlipoca's conversation.<br /><br />"What kind of moment?" Acacuiyatl asked.<br /><br />"Student surpassing teacher!" She shouted, whilst changing into her succubus form.<br /><br />Tecotl stood for a moment and watched as her hair turned dark, her skin paler, and her body changed to a more curvaceous and seductive form. Atlanela then knelt down on one knee and stared at the ground.<br /><br />"What are you doing? The demon's dead!" Tecotl shouted at her.<br /><br />Atlanela looked up, revealing her seductive succubus eyes. Eyes with long and thick dark eyelashes, and a deep shade of blue revealing her present calmness.<br /><br />"Tell your daughter to stop!" Tecotl screamed in his mind to Tezcatlipoca.<br /><br />"She plans to kill you. I say you do the same."<br /><br />"What?!"<br /><br />"I'm granting you unlimited use of the mirror. If you kill her it is no problem. It just means she isn't worthy of being my daughter."<br /><br />Atlanela sprouted wings and a tail and then stood up, smiling to reveal her succubus fangs.<br /><br />Music Played While Writing<br /><br />Dead Can Dance - Song of the Nile<br />Drumcorps - Incarnate<br />Kiuas - Of Ancient Wounds<br />KMFDM - WWIII<br />Teddy Afro - AlaminDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-14543252438942965982009-08-22T23:28:00.001-07:002009-08-23T08:58:44.497-07:00RealityThe room was black except for light coming from a lamp. There was a scuffing on the floor like an animal at the doorway. I was standing a few paces from there waiting for what would come in. The door opened and a white light flooded the room. A figure approached me from a doorway. She opened her mouth and I heard the sound of locusts around my ears, as well as the whispers of thousands of scared children.<br /><br />In a voice that rang of hostility, sadness, and impatience the words came with a demonic whirlwind to my body.<br /><br />"I am standing here therefore I am real! You hear me therefore I am real! You react to me <span style="font-style: italic;">therefore I am real!</span> Are you <span style="font-style: italic;">unable to understand that?!</span>"<br /><br />The fibers of my very existence, <span style="font-style: italic;">my very mind</span>, were being violated by her. Her tears hit the ground and filled me with a sensation of being caught in a boiling hurricane.<br /><br />I needed not to utter a word. My body grew distorted, especially my face. The jaw stretched and the eyes turned white, the mouth grew and opened revealing long needle teeth. Amidst my blind fury I felt my fists tighten and sensation went away.<br /><br />The next moment there were pieces in the doorway. The light was gone except from the lamp. Flickers of the figure and the screams hit me like a skipping videotape. The sensation of needles was strong upon my lips.<br /><br />Then gone.<br /><br />My Musical Help<br /><br />Autumn Tears - Dies Irae<br />Desiderii Marginis - Deadbeat IIDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-40262686211680011842009-08-17T20:51:00.000-07:002009-08-26T17:17:37.435-07:00Rosa Mortuosa - An Unfinished PoemUmbrae aulaei feminam tengono<br />Invenit salum in vino<br /><br />If peace was there she wouldn't know<br />Her life held much like a shadow<br /><br />Lifelessness holds an immortal chain<br />Reality is a steel sphere at the heel<br /><br />Aulaea vini vitam claudent<br />Rosa pura<br />Nunc rosa mortuosa<br /><br />She turns her fate to the knife and strikesDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-10651503152649641602009-08-17T12:37:00.000-07:002009-08-17T12:52:00.227-07:00HissesInside the doors of a deserted mind<br />Under the cobwebs<br />Behind the scuttling of mice<br /><br />The slide of a tongue<br />The stop of a life unknown<br /><br />The source of a pattern draws near<br />Pulses weave and make clear<br /><br />A web of solitude<br />But there is a presence<br />Like a spider hiding in a stomach<br /><br />The hall extends ahead of me<br />The corridor narrows rapidly<br />The limb slams down from deep disturbance<br />The tentacles grab me and interrogate<br /><br />From coils and from madness and Seclusion<br />Of solitude, impurity and delusion<br />It gives to me 7 words that it hisses<br /><br />"To your pulse come forth from withering"<br /><br />The Music That Helped<br /><br />The Paper Chase - I'm Going To Heaven<br />Artis Quartett Wein - Webern: Langsamer Satz<br />Artis Quartett Wein - Webern: String QuartetDevasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-17078871720038805062009-08-17T10:32:00.000-07:002009-08-17T10:33:42.029-07:00Excerpt From One of My Stories<div class="topContent"><p>Here is the first version. I often revise my stories after some time. If you want to just read the sexual stuff then skip to the paragraph that starts with “out of the hall.”</p> <p>The church was quiet, blank and dark. Deep in the depths of this underground church not even the wind could be heard. The air was hot and humid and chandeliers gave the room a ubiquitous dancing glow. Mort sat in the back of the room silently watching the stairwell. His eyes did not move at all, the light danced across his shaved head. Eventually he heard graceful echoing footsteps and smiled to himself, yet his eyes did not move.</p> <p>“Heh, I sensed a berserker* down here. I guess you held it down here to bring me here.” Susan said with a sigh. Susan stood looking at Mort for a few seconds then said: “oh yeah, I forgot you barely talk.”</p> <p>She proceeded to turn around and exit but then Mort spoke up.</p> <p>“Stop.” He said smiling and getting up. ”You see, since that seance I couldn’t help but take an interest in a fellow necromancer.”</p> <p>“Heh, I never thought you were a necromancer, using all those crazy robots and all.” She was moderately surprised at him being a necromancer but expected the interest due to her beauty.</p> <p>“Machines, in their primary stages are a very cheap imitation of life that break down easily. But once they reach a certain complexity they become more amazing and beautiful than life itself.”</p> <p>“Nothing is amazing as the undead though.” Susan said smirking.</p> <p>“That’s exactly what Mrtu* said.”</p> <p>“You’ve spoken with Mrtu? You’re stranger than I thought.” She said looking at him, her dark eyes closing ever-so-slightly in interest.</p> <p>“Yes.” Mort said holding out his hand. On his hand was a beetle. The beetle suddenly became a large blue flame that Mort held in his hand smiling. “And there is my proof, he said.”</p> <p>“Why did you want me to come down here in the first place?” She said remembering she was down in the church for no reason.</p> <p>“I want to show you my greatest creation.”</p> <p>Out of the hall to the right of Mort walked a robot that had the exact same appearance as Susan. It had her long wavy black hair and dark blue eyes and her white skin that captured the same image of pureness as Susan herself. The robot held a seductive look, every single thing about the robot looked human. The robot was naked, the curvature of Susan was cleverly captured as was seen in Susan’s eyes with the look of awe and attraction at the sight of the face that she knew the beauty of all too well. Eventually the robot stood right in front of Susan, their faces inches apart. The robot still holding that seductive look. Susan was still frozen in awe as the robot closed its eyes and moved in placing its lips against hers.</p> <p>Susan was surprised but did not move; the robot’s lips felt like human lips. Eventually Susan closed her eyes and started kissing back. The tongue was warm like a human tongue. Susan began to touch the body and kept marveling over how much it not only felt like a human body, but felt like <em>her</em> body. The robot let out a soft moan as Susan’s hands ran down its back. The <em>moan</em> even sounded like Susan. The robot began touching Susan on top of her robes. The hands ran over her breasts and down to her hips then grabbed her lower back and pulled her closer. Their kissing became more passionate as they pulled their bodies close and hard and ran their hands up and down each other’s bodies. Susan pulled away from the robot for a moment and looked in its eyes. The robot ripped her robes apart leaving her naked. </p> <p>It was hard for Susan to hide her excitement. She took a quick glance at the floor where her robes were and then stepped near the robot and began kissing and touching again. The robot slid its hand down Susan’s stomach to her pussy. The robot stuck its middle finger in which made Susan hunch over and grab the robot’s back and rest her head on the robot’s chest. Susan’s face strained ever-so-slightly as the finger remained inside of her. The robot slipped a second finger in and moved them in and out slowly. Susan raised her head up and looked over the robot’s shoulder at Mort who was standing there silent and solemn. It took her a moment to realize he was naked and when she saw that he was she smiled to herself and then caught him smiling as well.</p> <p>“Interesting robot Mort.”</p> <p>“I’ll have it step aside.” Mort said walking up to the back of the robot.</p> <p>The robot stepped aside and stood like a statue to the right of Mort and Susan. Susan knelt down on the ground and looked up at Mort as he approached her. Mort stood inches from her for a few seconds, then, a countless number of hair-sized robotic tentacles came from behind him and wrapped around Susan’s arms and legs and lifted her into the air. Mort walked over and the tentacles lowered her so that her neck was at level with his mouth. He moved his mouth over to the right side of her soft neck that was moist with sweat, closed his eyes, and began softly licking her neck. His right arm was wrapped firmly around her back while he moved his left hand down and stuck his middle and pointer fingers slowly into her pussy. Mort then thrusted his fingers in deep and fast while simultaneously biting her neck with great force. Susan let out a gasp and grabbed the back of his head and squeezed.</p> <p>Mort stepped back for a moment while Susan was being held up by the tentacles with her eyes closed. The tentacles turned her so that her back was suspended a foot or two above the floor. More tentacles wrapped around Mort’s shoulders, ankles, and waist and suspended him above Susan. Mort was lowered quickly to the point where he and Susan’s bodies were touching. As they were being suspended Mort lifted himself up using the tentacles around his arms and then slowly slipped his cock inside of Susan’s pussy as she softly gasped and clenched her hands in fists beside herself.</p> <p>Mort began going in and out slowly. Susan was grabbing his arms and moaning softly. Suddenly Susan screamed as the tentacles quickly raised them both to the ceiling. Susan let out a powerful scream as they both hit the ceiling with a great thud. Mort quickened his pace, the sound of a few bricks falling could be heard but neither of them cared. Susan’s screaming grew progressively louder, she pushed her hands against the ceiling as the tension grew for her.</p> <p>The tentacles quickly moved from the ceiling and slammed Susan’s back into the wall a few feet above the ground. Mort was going slowly and biting her neck. Susan wrapped Mort in a tight embrace as he bit harder and harder. Mort then grabbed Susan’s back and pulled her to him. Susan screamed, Mort abruptly stopped and looked at her neck.</p> <p>“Heh, it’s not bleeding.” Mort said.</p> <p>“Then bite harder.” Susan said with the most seductive of smiles.</p> <p>Susan gripped Mort’s back tight again as he bit harder, soon he could taste blood in his mouth and Susan pushed against him. Mort removed his teeth and started going faster and harder while Susan dug her nails deep into his back.</p> <p>Mort made the tentacles move again, this time they were suspended near the ceiling. The ceiling was only inches from the top of her head, she was straddled upon Mort who had his back facing the ground. Susan pushed herself against Mort’s chest moving herself up and down. Mort looked into her eyes, she was smiling seductively again and moaning softly while Mort had a solemn, but happy, smile on his face. Mort grabbed her hips and moved her up and down faster. Susan put her hands on the ceiling and used her arms to push herself down while the tentacles pushed her up. Susan let out a high pitched scream, closed her eyes tight, and grabbed his arms tight near the shoulders. For a moment it was really intense until the speed picked up. The scream shook the entire room and rang throughout.</p> <p>The tentacles stopped moving and lowered both of them down.</p> <p>“Ugh!” Mort said as he let out a deep combination of a growl and a moan, pulled out, and came on the floor. Susan had a look of relief and satisfaction on her face that Mort couldn’t take his eyes off of.</p> <p>1 - In this story berserkers are armored undead monsters designed for battle that have broken free of any bind and lived on their instincts.</p> <p>2 - In this story Mrtu is one of the lords of the undead.</p> </div>Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-27007438344946837412009-08-11T18:49:00.000-07:002009-08-11T19:27:23.853-07:00Crimson MidnightI wrote this poem with the help of someone named Martha.<br /><br />Everything in <span style="font-family:arial;">grey </span>is written by her. Everything in <span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >white</span> </span></span>is written by me.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The wind blows the curtains, the rain washes my face</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The street lights flicker, a frantic pace</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A baby cries, my tears hidden</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >What will become of this discarded innocence?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Falling slowly to the ground, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Destined to be lost in the ice</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Frozen body, frozen time</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">The streets are cold, and wet with crime</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Not water, blood</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Am I lost in this chaos?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A scream of brakes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A choir of guns</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Silence</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So strong</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">So deathly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This nebula of decay</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Is this gods secret fantasy?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Or the devil's prose?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My head tilts up</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The lanterns have torn the lights out of the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The moon is hidden by the endless cry</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The peace of a city, it's all a lie</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The thunder hammers in the crimson night sky</span>Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-43280658175680259802009-08-05T17:45:00.000-07:002009-08-05T18:07:34.297-07:00Pedocannibalism<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Click click</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Click click</span></div><div><br /></div><div>"What is making that sound?" </div><div><br /></div><div>She inquires. Unaware that no one is around. She is only 7, her awareness of what is going on isn't the highest. There lights are on in the building, but her mother hasn't come back from the meeting. Now she remembers. She is at a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">hospital</span>. She has never been in a hospital before, but she still thinks that it is weird that there are no people on this floor. She has not felt the presence of humans for what seems like hours.</div><div><br /></div><div>She knocks on the door her mom went in. She waits a moment then knocks again. She puts her ear to the door to hear what is going on inside. All she can hear is the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">click click</span> coming from the opposite direction. She keeps knocking for minutes more, yet there is no response.</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mommy..." she mutters angrily.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;">Click click</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:18px;">Click click</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div>She is curious at the sound now and has forgotten about her mother.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:large;">Click click</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:18px;"><br /></span></div><div>She proceeds down the hallway comfortably and starts humming to herself.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:10px;">Click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click-click</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:10px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The sound dies down but becomes more rapid. She is determined to find the source. She moves along the right side to each door checking. It gets louder towards the end of the hallway, but after the six doors it is revealed that it is coming from the left.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She arrives at the first door on the left but it opens before she can even knock. She looks up at the form of her mother. The mother looks down and smiles a blank smile. There is something weird with her eyes and mouth but her daughter can't quite put her finger on it.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>"Mommy?"</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:24px;">Click click</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;font-size:24px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">She doesn't have to worry about getting home anymore.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>The music that helped create this madness<div><br /></div><div>Akira Yamaoka - True</div><div>Akira Yamaoka - Black Fairy</div><div>Nurse With Wound - Bloodclot</div><div>Traumatic Voyage - No Man's Land</div>Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599961529845999701.post-30581782947397250362009-08-05T17:38:00.000-07:002009-08-05T17:44:26.347-07:00So This Is Insanity...<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I know how I ended up standing here, but my mind keeps insisting that it is all a dream for comforting purposes. I’m ankle-deep in water, in a dark tunnel underground filled with cells. Cells that are no longer guarded. My eyes take a moment to adjust and I can see the ripples of light across the water that go down the tunnel above the stone floor. If only the visuals could take my mind off of the sounds. The squish of intestines, the cacklings and excited whispers of those <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">things</span> that now inhabit this place. I take steps forward, God knows why, but I have to get near. The whispering stops. I glance a thoroughly dissected body on the ground. I look one of them in the eyes. Now it is time to hold still and wait.</p><p class="MsoNormal">The music that helped create this madness</p><p class="MsoNormal">Quo Vadis - Dream</p> <!--EndFragment-->Devasya Chāyāhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08788541001465124823noreply@blogger.com0