Darkness rolled thick through out the area- deep nothingness- a horrible void that encased all hope of light to be a saving grace in this vile disorder of chaos. Yet there was one light that glowered ever so eerily off the steps of the winding and unbound white stairs that seemed to have no ending. They were suspended in the black encampment around it and went on forever up, winding and winding to some unknown reverie that could not be seen. I ran up them, breathing heavy with caution and fear, with everything I had in me.
The stairs were beginning to disappear the farther I went. Frightened, I took two steps and the very white platform I had been standing on moments ago was swallowed in a thick black fog that billowed after me like a horrid beast intent on consuming my being. I looked up ever so slightly through the sweat soaked strands of my own auburn hair and could just barely see the end of the stairs. It was so far away! So out of my reach! But I could not give in, I could not let the creature of darkness have me now.
A glance I took over my left shoulder was the worst mistake I could have made for when my eyes landed upon the stairs in front of me once more, I was there at the end. But, I was not alone. There in front of me stood cloaked figure soaked in a glorious candensance. His cloak blended in with the darkness about us, deeply accented by glimmering neon blue lines that seeped through the tepid fabric like throbbing veins. I did not know who he was but knew that I could not stop now.
I shrunk instantly against his towering form and reached hopefully out in desperation for his own slacked hand. He offered it. I grasped the inviting, slender fingers breathless and was pulled in against his dark body with arms wrapped charmingly around me. My gaze lifted away from the quickly disappearing stairs and fell behind him. I could not help but notice that they continued on still behind the man who held me so tightly. This was not my reverie, he was not the answer to save me from this place. I quickly began to struggle against him, but it was all in vane, I could not move. A chuckle resounded and echoed eerily from beneath the cloak. It’s maniacal sound destroyed the hope of ever living to see true light again.
He moved his head and brought his lips to softly caress my forehead. Oh, those cold, sickly cold lips. I instantly stopped struggling, my eyes snapping wide open as those corpulent lips brushed so disgustingly against my skin. And there I stood in the traitors arms, starring with hauntingly pale eyes into the imaginary horizon. That one touch would be the end. His deadly kiss turned the veins in my forehead black and it’s sin swam through the rest of my body like a plaguing illness. There was no fear left, just this chill that ran through my body. It invaded like an insane murderer on a spree and slaughtered everything that was left within me.
Soon my entire body was encased in these dark veins. There was no hope at all. My eyes relaxed and caught a look at the familiar face that had damned me to the darkness, just in time to watch him tear me from his arms and push me off the stairs. My hands reached out to pull him down with me, but all I caught was fabric. It fell like black wings around me and as soon as the cloth had lifted, there you stood, smiling warmly down upon me, a treacherous lover, as I fell. I opened my mouth to scream why, but tendrils of the ebon atmosphere around me seeped and wormed their way in through my mouth, my eyes, my pores. It consumed me in it’s dark arms and I was wrapped there forever falling into it’s embrace so cold.
Death never seemed so beautiful...
Submission Name: Death never seemed so beautiful...
