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But I don’t mind the pain!I almost protest, but I’m not about to complain to the musical jester. Not when he’s been so kind. My lids grow heavy, but I can’t help the soft smile tugging at one corner of my mouth from the familiar melancholy but hauntingly beautiful tune, the notes echoing all around the cell.
And likeSally’s Song, I can’t help shake the same feeling, wondering if the worst is truly around the bend. Or how shereminds me of my soul—as if my very essence is nothing but delicate scraps stitched together. Ones I do not even understand.
But for the first time, I feel I may be closer to knowing than ever.
My sleep is not dreamless.
More than a dream when my spirit escapes my imprisoned form, shaking herself loose from the chains and drifting beyond the cell to…
I hardly know. It’s freeing to glide through the walls, leaving a trail of iridescent twinkles behind me like stardust.
I follow the sounds of laughter and whispers echoing from beyond the walls. They escape like fleeting wisps, beckoning me to follow. A lightness fills my chest like the fluttering of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings until I find myself in a warm and glowing chamber, illuminated by ethereal candlelight. I suck in a deep breath and embark deeper into the chamber.
Inside, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, perhaps the most beautiful woman ever, sleeps upon a grand and beautiful bed. Her skin shimmers with the signature of mortality in this place between worlds. The celestial shift she wears is so sheer, it’s a whisper caressing her skin and revealing her gentle curves while her hair falls like golden sunlight cascading down her body.
An otherworldly hush falls upon the room, confessing the sacredness of this vision.
Mesmerized by the sight, I can’t help but stray closer until I catch sight of the figure approaching her from the oppositeside of the room. A dark figure eclipsed in shadow I cannot make out—apart from the fact that he is so obviously masculine. An ancient power shadows him as he advances to her with reverence in every gesture of his body.
Emotion wells up within me as I stare at a moment captured in time.
I tread on something so deep and intimate as he leans over the bed and brushes his knuckles tenderly across the woman’s cheek. His fingers grace the curve of her neck in a touch both sublime and worshipful. She seems to respond in the depths of her slumber. Sighing and arching her back as if welcoming his touch, her soul praying for more.
As he leans over her, lowering his chin, silent tears fall down my cheeks as I gaze at the timeless affection defining him as he opens her mouth. The depth of his love, the unspoken longing, and the fathomless desire only felt through the heart, is intense and transcendent. Their divine connection captures me until I lose myself inside the scene, understanding how I am trespassing. All artists and poets of the world would sell their souls to witness this.
It is so…familiar. Like a chime in the core of my soul—one I hear in the distance as if through layers of fog.
My heart can’t take it all in. At any moment, I’m ready to drop to my knees, hold my aching chest, and weep a river.
Time to wake up, Aradia,the voice invades my subconscious, binding around my dream form like a tether.
I whimper at the loss as it hauls me away and to reality until I wake with tears blotting my cheeks.
No chance to shake out my rattling thoughts when the chains snap. I drop, falling to the floor and moaning from the sudden change. My muscles cry out, limp and sore from however long I was suspended. My limbs are too heavy to possibly rise until…
“Come, Aradia. Come, little soul,”the voice echoes like hypnosis to dazzle my mind. “Come follow me. Follow me to light and warmth.”
The promise rouses me, flooding me with an adrenaline rush. And once the cell door opens by some unseen force, my heart leaps in my chest.
Some fleeting thought registers how this could be a trap. But I don’t care. Anything to get out of this cold, dark cell that will drive me mad if I stay a second longer.
So, I rise.
On shaky limbs, and with my heart seizing in my chest, I escape the prison cell and follow the voice and its promise that kindles a glowing heat in my blood.
8
Time to rouse this Butterfly.
EROS
Iwatch her from the shadows.
Before sending her the voice, I stood on the balcony of my damned tower with the memory of her sweet little body in my arms and shot my load while imagining her naked beauty.
She follows the voice bound to my power.
Watching her now sends my cock into a raging fit. By now, the dark blue dress hangs upon her figure in little more than scraps, but tonight, she will wear a dress worthy of a goddess. Tomorrow, she will return to the mortal world with a pussy wrecked and ruined for all others while I return to my miserable existence of hunting for my wife’s soul and ending this damned curse.
