11-26-2011, 12:56 AM
I decided to make a few tidbits of stories about my characters, rather than focus on a long-going one. The forum derp'd on me, so some will be a work in progress.
Warning! These will contain gore, and other mentally heavy images featured! You have been warned!
Efee.
Warning! These will contain gore, and other mentally heavy images featured! You have been warned!
Efee.
Spoiler:
"Why won't you help us?!" The woman cried out.
"Light, have mercy..." The Vindicator let out a prayer before he hugged his wife one final time.
"No! Mother, do you not understand?!" The boy asked.
"Leave him be..." The anchorite muttered to her.
"He's ours now!" The teeth sunk into her flesh.
Efee awoke in her bed, beaded with glistening sweat as the pale moonlight shined down upon her from the open window. A gentle breeze blew over her semi nude form, causing her to shiver and cover herself anew with her blanket. She tried resuming back her rest, but all that was in her mind was nothing more than the dark thoughts... Ever haunting.
As finally dawn broke, Efee was still awake. "More nightmares." She simply muttered to herself as she stood up, moving to the large mirror in her rundown bedroom. The mirror was draped with a sheet over it, and Efee knew quite well why. Slowly, she moved the sheet off of the mirror to look at herself.
From her reflection, the demon stared at her. Ever motionless, and as always smiling. The woman in the mirror was an Eradar of purple skin, and clad in the same attire as Efee would. "So, finally came to chat?" She asked in a sultry voice. In every aspect was she alike Efee in the physical term. Wide hips that ended in cloven feet. A thin waist with a gentle scar at her abdomen, and that irritatingly large chest. Efee loathed her own breasts and the pain they would inflict on her. Her back was sore, and men could never stop staring at them. Wretched things, she thought to her self.
"I need to fix my hair, after all." Efee replied calmly to the gazing demon, taking a hair come and beginning to fix at her messy hair from the long restless night.
"Oh come now, there's no need to be such a grouch... You should be more kind to yourself, you know." The Demon grinned awfully to her, mimicking Efee's every motion and shift.
Efee stayed quiet, though the Demon's speech persisted. "What's the matter? Do I remind you of him too much?" The demon smiled to her. Efee's hand clenched around the brush, her motions becoming more aggressive with each passing word. "You are nothing like him." She retorted violently to her.
"Oh, but he came from my womb did he not? Yes, stop lying to yourself Efee... You should know better than trying that." The Demoness grinned.
"Stop it!" Efee snapped at the demon.
With that, the demon fell silent... Though her mocking smile persisted throughout the process, as soon the sheet went back over the mirror. "You are not me..." Efee muttered, not even sure if she was telling the truth to herself. "You are not..."
"Light, have mercy..." The Vindicator let out a prayer before he hugged his wife one final time.
"No! Mother, do you not understand?!" The boy asked.
"Leave him be..." The anchorite muttered to her.
"He's ours now!" The teeth sunk into her flesh.
Efee awoke in her bed, beaded with glistening sweat as the pale moonlight shined down upon her from the open window. A gentle breeze blew over her semi nude form, causing her to shiver and cover herself anew with her blanket. She tried resuming back her rest, but all that was in her mind was nothing more than the dark thoughts... Ever haunting.
As finally dawn broke, Efee was still awake. "More nightmares." She simply muttered to herself as she stood up, moving to the large mirror in her rundown bedroom. The mirror was draped with a sheet over it, and Efee knew quite well why. Slowly, she moved the sheet off of the mirror to look at herself.
From her reflection, the demon stared at her. Ever motionless, and as always smiling. The woman in the mirror was an Eradar of purple skin, and clad in the same attire as Efee would. "So, finally came to chat?" She asked in a sultry voice. In every aspect was she alike Efee in the physical term. Wide hips that ended in cloven feet. A thin waist with a gentle scar at her abdomen, and that irritatingly large chest. Efee loathed her own breasts and the pain they would inflict on her. Her back was sore, and men could never stop staring at them. Wretched things, she thought to her self.
"I need to fix my hair, after all." Efee replied calmly to the gazing demon, taking a hair come and beginning to fix at her messy hair from the long restless night.
"Oh come now, there's no need to be such a grouch... You should be more kind to yourself, you know." The Demon grinned awfully to her, mimicking Efee's every motion and shift.
Efee stayed quiet, though the Demon's speech persisted. "What's the matter? Do I remind you of him too much?" The demon smiled to her. Efee's hand clenched around the brush, her motions becoming more aggressive with each passing word. "You are nothing like him." She retorted violently to her.
"Oh, but he came from my womb did he not? Yes, stop lying to yourself Efee... You should know better than trying that." The Demoness grinned.
"Stop it!" Efee snapped at the demon.
With that, the demon fell silent... Though her mocking smile persisted throughout the process, as soon the sheet went back over the mirror. "You are not me..." Efee muttered, not even sure if she was telling the truth to herself. "You are not..."