A night and a blasphemy.
-Deetya

"Wishing for romance is so unbecoming of a maiden!" They said.
"You must cover yourself up, do not let those blasphemous thoughts get to you girl!" They warn
"Do not speak to those that are tainted in red." They reprimand.
"Don't you dare show that face of yours! That is a curse!" They taunt.
She curls up in her room, as the child of the gods, as the hope of humanity.
Afraid, pained and broken she lies awake at night as the phantom hands of the unspeakable run over her.
Loneliness her sole companion, solidarity her only peace.

But she unbound her hair and made the locks of her shackles click found an escape to the most sinful if the places.

There she found a man, a man that looked of dreams and fresh Breeze of freedom, a man that sounded like pure sinful desires.

Enchanted, enraptured as he greeted her with light caresses, unable to see her, he made the folly of being mistaken in the dark, she got the taste of her own forbidden desires



Little did she know that he was the one to stop her from going to the occult endeavours that made her such an intriguing girl to him.


When she saw him at her side, ready to use his sword to kill any that so much as thought of harming her and her desires surfaced again.


Having no one but him they crawled out of the crowd of a cheery audience of her guardians who had broken her and into the gaping cavern they went.

Water was warm, night was cold, cold enough to send chills of desires driving them insane.

That night he touched her, a mere graze if the skin, she shuddered lightly and smiled shyly giving into him.

It seemed like an eternity had passed away in a few bats of the eyes.

Everytime he pulled apart it was an unbearable torture in the hell fires she was going to burn in.

Damn the gods,
Damn the people,
Tonight he made her realise,
Who she was,
Not what she was
© YDR