Contempt Breeds Contamination
This game she played so seductively cruel brought much contempt upon her coveted soul. It bred with much contamination, and soon there was but not a heart that loved her so agonizingly, and hated her with much disdain and scorn. Trickery was her trade, and a dangerous one it was indeed. Every heart that stood before her she consumed with great ease. Jubilee, such a name was a perfect fit, and equally unfit as well. Men celebrated of her arrival, every soul did, but her true being, what she really stood for, was nothing to be celebrated on any occasion, not even those of Hell.
The evening tossed about on the brink of a soon to be shaded sky. Heavy stomping sounded through the dense forest floor as the dull colored leaves of fall shattered like glass beneath the harsh foot steps of ten men. There were four footsteps amongst this group which could not be defined as man, but a steed of the deepest ebony. Its eyes of the finest deep ocean waters, and dreadfully enchanting. Its mane hanging as perfectly as silk just bellow its strong cheeks. Every wedged twig and leaf within it had been swept away by gentle fingers stroking through the fine hair within the past hours.
It was not the horse that had captivated all attention within the forest though, but the young woman whom sat upon its saddle. With the richest gold spilling over her narrow shoulders it called out for a hand to enwrap its coarsened fingers within it. Twin pools of the most radiant green of early spring entranced their prey with the most alluring stare. Behind these steady gems was a world of captivation and bewildering secrets, ones in which could change their world as they knew it. Her eyes alone could kill a man, another woman even, and leave their heart exposed within minutes. Simple glances, and deceiving grins brought people to their knees before her as if she were some sort of goddess. It was said even Aphrodite could not compete with such beauty, and pure brilliant skill.
Her once beautiful silken gown was tattered and torn, ripped to shreds by a monstrous beast so she claimed. Her legs fully exposed, which on any other occasion would be vulgar, but she was a damsel in distress that evening, and the hunters who had come upon her pitiful appearance only dreamt of helping such a maiden. They draped her in fine fur coats, apologizing in all their sympathy for not bearing something more suitable for such a Belle. She did not respond in arrogance though, but rather humble and in great appreciation. Of coarse, not a single one of the men suspected what truly went about within her own conniving little world. No one ever had though, and she knew no one ever would, for Jubilee hid her true motives as well as rock hid its emotions.
“So, Lovely Madame Jubilee, just how did you end up in this forest? You know it is unwise to be traveling through alone, especially on the brink of such a dark hour?” One of the men started, his voice hoarse from walking out in the chilling breeze for so long.
Now it was cue for her pitiful and helpless sob story of how she had gotten into such a godforsaken state of distress. No simple story would do though, for she aimed higher than just petty sympathy…her thirst was for hearts. Scrubbing floors with a drunkard father who beats her was far too common nowadays, and so she came up with something far better, and in time far too impressive for anyone’s good.
“Well I’m sure you are familiar with the slave market in Alriched, no?” She stared, lacing her voice with the quavering emotion of horror and sorrow. “Well, I had been invited to a feast in the palace, but I am not from the wealthiest of all families, and so I had to walk. I had just bought a new dress as well, though it was torn to shreds. The distance from my little home towards the palace was quite a long ways, so I thought it might be better I cut through the market square. I never knew how cruel drunkards and slave traders were until I set foot in that Hell. They tugged and pulled on me, tossed me about the crowd until finally I was caught by a large man. In his left hand he held my arm agonizingly tight, and in his right his rough and callas fingers caressed a whip shredded at the end, and tied to shards of broken glass.” Jubilee swallowed the growing lump within her thin, long neck as if she were on the verge of tears. All the men had cocked their ears listening to her symphonic voice, her fake sorrow beaming upon their own bearded faces.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pro long this story.” She uttered as a tear rolled down her cheek. Behind her jagged teeth, though they were not jagged but it only suiting for them to be, she held a devious grin.
“Oh no Mi’ Lady!” They answered quickly in unison. Each with terror smeared across their once rough and emotionless faces.
"Please go on...that is if you wish it though." One gentle voice spoke, spoke through the screeching silence, feeding Jubilee's cruel intentions.
She could have burst into menicing laughter, but she had more self-control than that of a barbarian, and so she continued her web of lies. Her allusive green eyes were glazed over with the horrific rememberance of this event of not so long ago. Even the devil coveted her malicious ability to lie. Perhaps that was why the devil had such an obsession with her?
Her quivering lips were finally broken by the gentle crack of her angelic voice, "They bound me in heavy iron shackles and threw me across the stage. I could barely stand with suck a burden weighing me down, and they whipped me with that god-foresaken whip whenever they told me to stand and I did not obey. Eventually I was sold for a great sum, to a man of perversion who, already, owned four other slaves of a purpose so immorally wrong. I had only been there two days time before the prince had sent to look for me...and he found me. He found me hidden amongst the hay bales quivering in fright of that horrid being whom calls himself a man. I returned, not home, but to the prince's castle. Even Damian, the prince, had not much more on his mind. I escaped from the castle this very morning, and just before you found me I was running once more from a boar."
There were no words spoken after that, only silence filled the crisp air as well as their fogged breath. For the longest time they just continued their walk, as if they searched for any sort of comforting words but could find not a single one. And so Jubilee sat upon the horse, stroking its beautiful mane, bending just above her tempting waist so that she lay along the horses neck. A light humming emmited from her soft lips as it danced through silence, caressing every ear that adored its calming lull.
{In Progress}
This game she played so seductively cruel brought much contempt upon her coveted soul. It bred with much contamination, and soon there was but not a heart that loved her so agonizingly, and hated her with much disdain and scorn. Trickery was her trade, and a dangerous one it was indeed. Every heart that stood before her she consumed with great ease. Jubilee, such a name was a perfect fit, and equally unfit as well. Men celebrated of her arrival, every soul did, but her true being, what she really stood for, was nothing to be celebrated on any occasion, not even those of Hell.
The evening tossed about on the brink of a soon to be shaded sky. Heavy stomping sounded through the dense forest floor as the dull colored leaves of fall shattered like glass beneath the harsh foot steps of ten men. There were four footsteps amongst this group which could not be defined as man, but a steed of the deepest ebony. Its eyes of the finest deep ocean waters, and dreadfully enchanting. Its mane hanging as perfectly as silk just bellow its strong cheeks. Every wedged twig and leaf within it had been swept away by gentle fingers stroking through the fine hair within the past hours.
It was not the horse that had captivated all attention within the forest though, but the young woman whom sat upon its saddle. With the richest gold spilling over her narrow shoulders it called out for a hand to enwrap its coarsened fingers within it. Twin pools of the most radiant green of early spring entranced their prey with the most alluring stare. Behind these steady gems was a world of captivation and bewildering secrets, ones in which could change their world as they knew it. Her eyes alone could kill a man, another woman even, and leave their heart exposed within minutes. Simple glances, and deceiving grins brought people to their knees before her as if she were some sort of goddess. It was said even Aphrodite could not compete with such beauty, and pure brilliant skill.
Her once beautiful silken gown was tattered and torn, ripped to shreds by a monstrous beast so she claimed. Her legs fully exposed, which on any other occasion would be vulgar, but she was a damsel in distress that evening, and the hunters who had come upon her pitiful appearance only dreamt of helping such a maiden. They draped her in fine fur coats, apologizing in all their sympathy for not bearing something more suitable for such a Belle. She did not respond in arrogance though, but rather humble and in great appreciation. Of coarse, not a single one of the men suspected what truly went about within her own conniving little world. No one ever had though, and she knew no one ever would, for Jubilee hid her true motives as well as rock hid its emotions.
“So, Lovely Madame Jubilee, just how did you end up in this forest? You know it is unwise to be traveling through alone, especially on the brink of such a dark hour?” One of the men started, his voice hoarse from walking out in the chilling breeze for so long.
Now it was cue for her pitiful and helpless sob story of how she had gotten into such a godforsaken state of distress. No simple story would do though, for she aimed higher than just petty sympathy…her thirst was for hearts. Scrubbing floors with a drunkard father who beats her was far too common nowadays, and so she came up with something far better, and in time far too impressive for anyone’s good.
“Well I’m sure you are familiar with the slave market in Alriched, no?” She stared, lacing her voice with the quavering emotion of horror and sorrow. “Well, I had been invited to a feast in the palace, but I am not from the wealthiest of all families, and so I had to walk. I had just bought a new dress as well, though it was torn to shreds. The distance from my little home towards the palace was quite a long ways, so I thought it might be better I cut through the market square. I never knew how cruel drunkards and slave traders were until I set foot in that Hell. They tugged and pulled on me, tossed me about the crowd until finally I was caught by a large man. In his left hand he held my arm agonizingly tight, and in his right his rough and callas fingers caressed a whip shredded at the end, and tied to shards of broken glass.” Jubilee swallowed the growing lump within her thin, long neck as if she were on the verge of tears. All the men had cocked their ears listening to her symphonic voice, her fake sorrow beaming upon their own bearded faces.
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pro long this story.” She uttered as a tear rolled down her cheek. Behind her jagged teeth, though they were not jagged but it only suiting for them to be, she held a devious grin.
“Oh no Mi’ Lady!” They answered quickly in unison. Each with terror smeared across their once rough and emotionless faces.
"Please go on...that is if you wish it though." One gentle voice spoke, spoke through the screeching silence, feeding Jubilee's cruel intentions.
She could have burst into menicing laughter, but she had more self-control than that of a barbarian, and so she continued her web of lies. Her allusive green eyes were glazed over with the horrific rememberance of this event of not so long ago. Even the devil coveted her malicious ability to lie. Perhaps that was why the devil had such an obsession with her?
Her quivering lips were finally broken by the gentle crack of her angelic voice, "They bound me in heavy iron shackles and threw me across the stage. I could barely stand with suck a burden weighing me down, and they whipped me with that god-foresaken whip whenever they told me to stand and I did not obey. Eventually I was sold for a great sum, to a man of perversion who, already, owned four other slaves of a purpose so immorally wrong. I had only been there two days time before the prince had sent to look for me...and he found me. He found me hidden amongst the hay bales quivering in fright of that horrid being whom calls himself a man. I returned, not home, but to the prince's castle. Even Damian, the prince, had not much more on his mind. I escaped from the castle this very morning, and just before you found me I was running once more from a boar."
There were no words spoken after that, only silence filled the crisp air as well as their fogged breath. For the longest time they just continued their walk, as if they searched for any sort of comforting words but could find not a single one. And so Jubilee sat upon the horse, stroking its beautiful mane, bending just above her tempting waist so that she lay along the horses neck. A light humming emmited from her soft lips as it danced through silence, caressing every ear that adored its calming lull.
{In Progress}
