The Fallen Queen

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A follow-up to my recent alternate Snow -White fairy tale. From the POV of “The Sweet Prince”.  Enjoy ❤ Belleen

 

The Fallen Queen 09/13/2016

Dark was my heart,

pale was her skin,

she loved me still,

it echoed through me,

Would she love me still,

if she really understood,

that I was more monster than man,

Damned beyond forgiveness,

 

I am no longer the Prince,

But an aconite of lust,

The vassal of the Queen,

made of flesh and bone,

Her whim is my command,

No matter how perverse,

Its the only world I know,

This cascade of  exquisite darkness,

 

The Queen was captured,

My beloved made sure of that,

Her wrath swaddled in justice,

As my captor was made to dance in hot irons,

Her cries brought  a silent agony,

Our endgame  destroyed too soon,

 

She will slowly die,

And I along with her,

My sweet Princess,

Can she feel my secret pain?

Will she love me still,

If she knew the truth,

That I loved the woman,

who is dying in the fire,

 

The princess whose pale as snow,

Conquered the fallen queen,

But destroyed the heart of  what she claimed to have loved the most,

The Prince  the creature of the Queen.

 

©2016 T.B. Morte

 

 

 

 

 

The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

 

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The Story of Silence : (Vol. V of the Seven “When Silence Spoke”)

The problem with Silence is that she never knew what to say. She did not know how to respond to the actions of others. She was unsure of how to speak to others, so long ago made the decision to no longer speak. It was easier that way to simply no longer talk. Silence being the youngest out of seven children would be considered the most cherished and the most adored. She often found herself being ignored, her other six sisters had stronger personalities and required their mother’s attention more.

Silence was left to her own devices. And so she made the choice to linger in between worlds. While the other siblings fled away to the mortal plane. Silence felt abandoned in her own mind- she was the forgotten child. And so a child’s form she chose to remain.

In the realm of Light and Shadows is where Silence had called home. For she had no other it was all that she knew. But she was never alone there was another who also bore the blood with that of which could not die. There was also Discord, the sister of war, a being of malice and strife. Discord never left Silence alone.

She mocked and tormented Silence every day, night, and hour. Reminding her how she had been forgotten by her sisters and mother. Discord pointed out how Silence was never loved and could not be loved. For who could love someone who never spoke? Silence hated to be reminded of what seems to be true. Silence hated Discord, but could not be compelled to speak out against her.

Silence said nothing and accepted the words of Discord. Over the passages of decades, centuries, and eons. This was their mantra executed with precision. Discord would torment Silence over and over. In the corner of a cave Silence sat, huddled and scared. As hateful words were shouted at her. Leaving her mad and broken forever screaming inside. She prayed finally for it to be over. For anyone at this point to make it all go away.

The day had came when the wish of Silence was finally granted. While Discord went on her tirade of hate. There came something Silence thought she would never see again. Behind Discord stood six beautiful women all clad in black. Silence stood up staring wide-eyed in pure disbelief. All six of her sisters were there as if they had never left. Discord stopped and took a step back as Silence stood up. Slowly Discord turned around as she found herself face to face with someone who could teach lessons in tormenting.

“You.” Discord spat.

“Yes. Me. Actually us.”

“You shouldn’t be here Torment.” Discord had uttered accusingly  as she tried to back away “You left long ago. All of you did, you all left and left this one here behind.” Discord motioned to Silence while the six women had formed a circle around the two.

“This is our home, we sometimes come back from time to time. We are simply picking up something we left behind long ago. Something that should not have been left behind in the first place.” Torment added as her eyes deadlocked with that of Silence.

“Stillhet. Come here.” Another woman’s voice spoke as she reached out her hand to Silence.

Silence did not say anything or move. She knew who the other woman was. It was Darkness, it was her other sister. Darkness had always been kind to her, there was that moment of conflict to stay where she was or run to the loving embrace of Darkness. Although it would not change how she felt. She had a millennia to be reminded of how she had been left alone.

It was as if her sisters already knew how Silence had felt. As she looked at them- all of them there was remorse in their eyes. Even now Silence still did not know what to say. What could she say?

“Silence go to Darkness.” Torment commanded.

Although she was glad that her sisters remembered the nicknames their mother gave each of them. Silence refused to move. Who was Torment to command her to do anything? After centuries of not being around and left Silence to be tormented? Torment nor any of her other sisters could command Silence to do anything that she did not want to. And so Silence did something most unspeakable. She actually spoke.

“I will not! ” Silence announced.

The Seven other women looked at Silence in awe, the twins known as Envy & Vanity cringed in disbelief. But no one was in more pure shock than Discord. The look on Discord’s face was the combination of fascination and terror. The words she tried to shout came out stuttering.

“She just talked. For a thousand years she has said nothing.” Discord sputtered.

The six sisters of Silence: Torment, Darkness, Regret, Pride, Vanity, and Envy. Moved closer to Silence and Discord. Tightening the circle cornering the two like hungry carrion.

“You would know this because? You have been faithfully been protecting her?” The woman called Pride asked.

“You were looking out for her best interests?” Spoke the woman whose name was Regret.

“You came to love her like your own?” Darkness added scornfully.

“Lies. You like harming innocent children. ” The twins Vanity and Envy said together.

“You spent a thousand years breaking my sister’s mind poisoning her thoughts. For no other reason than that you were simply bored. You’re one sick bitch Discordia.” Torment finally joining in.

“Don’t come here with your stones of judgement. You all left not even bothering to take her with you. At least I stayed instead of dallying with mortals. My powers are intact can we say the same for yours?”

Torment as her eyes glowed fiery red grabbed Discord by the throat lifting Discord into the air . A ray of dark energy overtook the surrounding space. It was so heavy and crippling nearly bringing all the women to their knees.

“Care to find out Discord?”

“All is fair in the matters of love and war Torment.”

“That’s funny you mentioned your brother Discord. If I recall correctly I killed your brother War. Before I kill you as well. Since I promised I would always avenge my sisters, and that means all of them. My sister Silence needs to know that we never meant to leave her, she could have said something. Never be afraid to speak up Silence, speak up against your enemies , but also speak up to your family.”

“That’s so sweet Torment! You finally tell her this after all this time. After the damage has been done. Look at her, a pathetic child that cannot talk. You should all be proud of yourselves. I did you bitches a favor.” Discord laughed.

“ENOUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Silence screamed. She screamed it over and over. She screamed it with everything she had in her. The fury, the frustration, the bitterness. It all came out in a overflow of emotion, she was angry. Silence had just been so angry. Years of anger just came out as it poured all over her from head to toe. She felt herself becoming taller, her body getting fuller, and bones stretching as she screamed.

Her scream vibrated across the bodies of Discord and her sisters. Discord screamed in pain as she tried lowering herself to the ground. But the anger of Silence was too much for Discord as her body exploded. Darkness ran over to Silence hugging her as she kept screaming.

Darkness embraced Silence till the screaming had stopped. Darkness held Silence until she pried herself from her arms. When she let go she was no longer a child, her anger had made her a woman. Silence looked at all six of her sisters and they looked back at her.

They were now finally all equal.

©2016 T.B. Morte from “The Seven Interlogues”

The Story of Vanity & Envy :(Vol. IV of the Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

The Story of Vanity & Envy: (Vol. IV of The Seven) “Death of the Dinner Party”

Vanita did everything she was supposed to do. All the requirements for she had decided to carry on about her way as if there was nothing wrong. Who would be able to tell really? That the smile she carried was false, that the pleasantness that resonated in her tone was forced. Deep down inside of Vanita’s core she was angry and for her it was an emotion that she had not experienced much before. Unlike the other daughters of Immortality, “Vanity” as her mother nicknamed her did not have much to be upset about.

Vanita was beautiful, adored, and loved. Why would she need to be angry or upset about anything? Those were ugly emotions, ugly feelings, and unwanted things. Vanita required things of beauty and adoration. So quite calmly Vanita made the decision the reason of her anger had to go-be abolished, removed, and eradicated. Whatever it would take she would do no cost was too high.

Vanita would kill her spouse. That was the cause of the ugliness. The root of her problem. Her husband’s behavior had become appalling and no longer could she tolerate it. For it was now causing the emotions of anger, rage, and soon tears if things were to continue. Tears of Vanity were a forbidden thing.

Vanita cared for her husband Hendrick she really really did as he did love her. It was mutual in the grand scheme of things. He even loved all her friends, acquaintances, anything of the female form-Hendrick truly loved. Vanita did not care about that it was when the female forms became younger and younger in age. Where their faces were more child-like than adult. It caused her brow to furl in concern. The salacious looks he would give them whenever they walked by him, and sometimes the salacious looks the young swans would give back. Although children of Immortality didn’t have much moral qualms. Even Vanita knew that there was something wrong and improper.

Why would her husband desire children in bed when he had her? Vanity who was once deemed “A goddess of beauty”. What did they have that she did not? That infuriated her beyond belief. And so the only way to stop this behavior was to kill Hendrick and be done with it. Vanita knew she could call in a professional avenger as it was promised to her so many centuries ago. If she needed avenging all she had to was ask, but as these were now modern times and Vanita was very happily a “modern woman”. She would do this task alone.

As she approached the gate of her home, she felt confident in her task ahead. So everything was done in normality, with a perfect smile and bubbly tone. She even went as far by making her neighbor an apple pie. But as Vanita stepped through her doorway she knew something was wrong. The energy tingled through her being- Vanita knew that energy very well since her time in the womb. She knew someone else was home.

There was her mirror imaged twin sitting calmly on the sofa. Vanita gave her twin sister Vidia a cold stare. She was not pleased to see her but she never was. Vidia always loved Vanita since they were small children, always clung to her , always tried being in Vanita’s shadow. It was frustrating and no matter how badly Vanita treated her twin. Vidia always came back like the loyal pet who tried to stray from its owner.  Vanita was not happy to see her especially today.

“Vidia. Why are you here?” Vanita asked sighing.

Vidia who held a scythe-like knife in her hand the gleam of the blade shone in the shadows. “Because you have a need of me.” and as Vidia continued “Is this what you were going to perform the crime with? A sacred weapon?” Vidia scoffed at her sister as if she were a naughty child.

Vanita not even bothering to ask how her twin knew of her plans. There was no point they were able to read each others minds and able to travel outside the realms of space and time to be with each other. “Did you have a better suggestion Envy?” The last word being said with much force but knowing the nickname their mother gave Vidia would leave a mark.

“Yes I do Vanity.” Vanita said with more warmth.

“So its not the crime you disagree with just the method?”

“Indeed. Why bother with a knife my sister when poison is so much better.” As Vidia stood up and walked around her twin whispering with a seductive hiss “So much neater. Less mess. Less ugly.” Knowing the last comment would linger with Vanita.

“You are right my sister. Poison will make it beautiful.” Vanita remarked happily.

And so they plotted and planned most carefully. Vanita actually agreed that in this matter that “two heads were better than one” and was glad that Vidia was willing to help more and judge less. They decided the best way to execute said plan was to throw a dinner party giving Hendrick the husband of Vanita a chance to show off one final time. Everyone that Hendrick had loved so dear would be invited. Meaning every woman the couple both knew.

The night of the dinner party everything was done in perfection: Couture clothing, Five star catering , even a band was hired. Vanita came up with the  theme of “Masquerade” so all the attendees came in masks and other forms of Renaissance garb. It was a beautiful evening, Vanita and Vidia both garbed in white looked like goddesses of olden times. Hendrick also garbed in white looked like a masked fairy tale prince. He was a most charming and gracious host walking arm-in-arm with his wife and sister-in-law greeting everyone in high style. What he did not know of was the vial of poison placed carefully between the cleft of his wife’s breasts.

A simple concoction really: Leaves of belladonna, stems of henbane, seeds of Strych, petals of oleander. Cyanide could have been also effective but sometimes the old ways were better.

As all the ladies took their places at the dinner table they encouraged the male host Hendrick to make a speech. Their dear darling Hendrick, so handsome, so wonderful. Vanita thought as she watched him talk so boastfully. It was a pity that they didn’t know the ugliness that laid within him. Their precious Hendrick who was a cheat and desired children in lascivious ways. Would they still want him then? Or would they feel like she did? The anger? The disgrace? The ugliness?

Poor Hendrick was not able to finish his speech the convulsions took over as the blood frothed from his mouth. As he convulsed to death into his perfect plate of food, there was pandemonium of women running everywhere screaming and suddenly convulsing to their deaths. Vanita looked in pure shock as there were multiple dead bodies everywhere. There was only to be one corpse. The corpse being her husband.

“YOU KILLED EVERYONE!” Vanita screamed in rage.

Vidia who stepped over a dead body walked calmly to where her sister stood. “Correction. We killed everyone” as she wrapped an arm around her sister’s waist.

Vanity whose eyes just kept bulging whispered in a hoarse tone “How?”.

Vidia smirked and used her free hand to dive between the cleft of her breasts to pull out a vial. “I used cyanide.”

Vanita just looked at her sister and was prepared to back-hand her to the next century. Her attention hogging twin had ruined her perfect murder! All these corpses caused a most ugly sight. Yet before she could execute that slap a dark mass of energy had conjured. The energy felt so heavy so hateful it caused the twins to cringe. Torment their older sister had come after all.

There she was in all her dark perfection, clad in back, still looking so beautiful despite all the horror she carried with her. Vanity & Envy said nothing they both knew better than to interfere. Never interfere with Torment or else she could just turn on you.

Torment walked around surveying the dead bodies. She said nothing, the twins also said nothing. It was a stand-off of immortal forces not knowing who would win or who would be destroyed. Finally Torment spoke “This is your handiwork?” looking to both Vanita and her twin.

“Yes.” They answered in unison.

“You killed your husband to avenge innocent children.” as Torment continued “I can appreciate that.”

“The other dinner guests….”

“Envy killed them unnecessarily.” Vanita interjected.

“Needed to be killed also. Never leave witnesses.” Torment added.

Envy stuck her tongue out at Vanity. Which unable to help herself Vanita slapped her twin across her most perfect face. Then more slaps followed until Torment herself stepped between them and grabbed Vanity’s wrist with a deadly grip.

“Enough.”

“You are both coming with me. I have plans for you two.”

And so the murdering one, became the murdering three.

©T.B.Morte from the “The Seven Interlogues”

Darkness Loves Monster

Darkness Loves Monster  02/14/2016

“I shall give you a name.”  Darkness said as he looked at his most adored.

“But I already have one.”

She looked at her beloved liege wondering why suddenly he wanted to give her a “name”.   When she already had a name that was barely used, surely there was intention behind such a command.

 

“The mortal women who dwell above have names.”

 

“And we live in the shadows not within the mortal realm my beloved.”

 

“A name can give one power.”  Darkness replied firmly.

 

“My name is Monster.  That is my name.  I have the powers of darkness and of the storms. Mortal women quake and run in my presence. ” She spoke with sudden fierceness not wanting to be bothered with such trivial things such as a new name.

 
“A monster is to be considered a thing of ugliness and to be feared.  But you are neither to me.  Your beauty shines brighter than stars themselves and I do not fear you.  Never will the Darkness fear what he loves the most.”

 

“The Darkness loves his Monster.”

“Always.” As Darkness looked at her his icy expression changing to a sign of rare warmth.

“I will give you what the Lord of Light could never give you.”

At the mentioning of the Light who had never loved Monster a pang struck to her very core. She left Monster to go be with the Light, she believed the King of Illusion had loved her.  Tricked her into thinking she belonged in the mortal world.  When in truth she never did and never will.  She had hurt Darkness so deeply when she had fled.  Yet Darkness took her back but never did he forget.

“And whats that my beloved?”

“A name. Because unlike the Light.  I love thee Eternally.”

And so Darkness called his monster by the name of love.

 

©2016 T.B. Morte  “From the Book of Monster” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s A Gloom Thing

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A small fan fic inspired by a friend.  Enjoy!

Pax,

BoneMama Belle

 

It’s A Gloom Thing  1/18/2016

Another year had gone by,

and we heard the call,

The Count gathered the deranged and the undead,

For the Monster’s Ball,

 

When the party opened,

Banshees sang,

The sounds of zombie’s running,

Was lovely indeed,

if you’re into pandemonium,

 

The werewolf was in the swamps,

Digging for bones,

The Mummy was in the mausoleum,

Dancing with some vixens,

 

And where was Frankenstein,

with old King Drake,

On the dance floor,

with every available female ghoul,

ignoring the mates that made them

famous,

 

There she was in her own corner,

Eyes demonic and unwaivering,

curves that flowed unending,

Skin pale as death itself,

freshly dead,

sleek and so unique,

 

Oscillated to where she stood,

not by choice,

As if some unspoken command,

struck my bolts core,

It was not just the Count,

who had the powers of hypnotism,

 

And so there I was on my knees,

as she bade to me rise,

Whilst she spoke the words,

“A lamenting bride knows a tormented bride”,

Dracula and Frankenstein closer than before,

As we kissed under the dim strobelight,

and later the dungeons,

We’re a thing,

Of the death, love, and gore,

A gloom thing.

 

The Collection “Spellbound Diavolina Morbidia”

©2016 T.B. Morte (Tragedienne Belleen Morte)

 

 

 

 

 

The Story of Pride:( Vol. II of “The Seven”) “When Pride humbly fell”

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Another a new offering for the garden..  Its nice to see the garden growing with new bones..

Bone Mama,

Belleen

The Story of Pride: Vol. II of “The Seven” (“How Pride Fell’)

It is often said  that it’s the cover-up of the crime that gets you caught.  Not the actual crime itself.  This was something that she secretly wished.  Which was her no good husband would have at least the decency to cover up he was having an affair.

Not to blatantly admit to her and in the presence of their therapist during a couple’s session.  What was the idiot thinking?  Or not thinking rather? As Dr. Vonnerman scribbled furiously in his tablet, the more her husband seemed to spout off his adulterous actions. She could not help but feel bewildered.  Maybe it was more the combination of shocked, spurned, and scorned.  All the elements to a rightfully wronged woman.  Or at least from her perspective it was.  She continued to stare at her partner in half disbelief and pure fury.

“And how does that make you feel Johan?” Dr. Vonnerman asked as he kept writing..

“It makes me feel?  How do you think I feel when my wife shows no affection at all.  This is not a new issue, we’ve discussed this in session before.  I mean the only time I get any reaction out of her-is when she is pissed off.  It is like being married to a volcano.  Days of inactivity and then suddenly she erupts uncontrollably.”

“I see.” Dr. Vonnerman said in a grave tone as he looked at the truly unhappy couple.  Privately  she always thought that the good Doctor got his jinks while watching them bicker on a weekly basis.  How many people did that man “observe” each week and if his other clients paid him as much as they did.

“Stolze. Your thoughts?”

“I am not Stolze.  My name is Pride.”  Pride answered out loud.

“See there she goes.  That horrible nickname.  Why do you like to be called Pride?”  Johan interjected exasperated.

“My Mother gave me that name.”

“A mother and a family I have yet to meet.” Johan pointed out.

Rolling her eyes Pride ignored him as usual.  “Who me? I’m not sure why Johan is complaining.It isn’t as if he is not taken care of.”  Pride responded in a deadpan tone.

“Money buys me everything except a loving wife. You see what I am talking about Doc?  There’s a wall there.”

“Johan…..”  Pride growled.

“A fiery wall of attitude.” Johan continued determined he was going to finish what he had to say.

As the supposed love of her life continued on his self indignant tirade how she had emotionally cuckolded him into cheating. Pride drowned out  Johan’s voice and the soothing dulcet tones of the Doctor.  Johan was sadly Pride’s seventh husband and honestly her seventh failure.  Pride had hoped this was her last go round with holy matrimony.  Perhaps it was finally time to concede that in the end she simply “Did not play well with others.”  Especially others that decided adultery was a legitimate option.

This was something her own Mother often said .  Pride just took it as maternal teasing.  But now perhaps it was true maybe Mother really did know best. Pride wished her parent  was here to give some wisdom.  Yet she knew that her Mother would not come to her aid, she did not come  the first six times.  What would make the seventh time any different?

And so Pride sat in her chair with her hands folded neatly.  As Johan called her every name in the book from “Ice Queen, hot-head, selfish bitch” so forth and so on.  Nothing that Pride had not heard before.

“You see Doc.  It’s not even affecting her. Just look at her face.  It’s like nothing is there.”  Johan rambled.

“Have you two thought of possible separation?  Divorce perhaps?”

“I would never divorce him Doctor.” Pride said hotly.

“Of course she won’t divorce me. It’s a game to her. Stolze won’t love me but cannot stand to let me be with someone else.”

“A control issue.” Dr. Vonnerman mumbled as he started scribbling again.

“See even our therapist thinks you are a control freak.”

This had become too much for Pride to take.  The accusations, the malignant name-calling Johan threw at her. When they married five years ago she told him how hard it was for her to show love.  That was her nature the very fiber of her being.  It could not be undone unless by the gods themselves. Of course it helped sealing the marriage deal  flashing vast wealth before Johan’s eyes. Did not take much for the bastard to quickly say “I thee wed”.

“I want someone to avenge me.” Pride said purely casual.

Both Johan and the Doctor looked at Pride in pure confusion.

“Yes Stolze.  You need someone to come save you.  Because it certainly can not be me.”

The lights in the office began to flicker.  In a off and on pattern as if someone was playing with them.  A wave of eerie crept into the room as both spouse and therapist shifted nervously in their seats.  Pride still sat calmly as if nothing unusual was going on.

“The twins. That means she is also here”.  Pride said only to herself.

“So Doc you paid the utilities this month?” Johan asked with a dry chuckle.

“Of course he did dear.  It’s not like  we aren’t paying him enough to fix our broken marriage.” Pride responded as she stood up.

And just like that.  There they were.  The deadly three.  Her three sisters all clad in black. The twins Vanity and Envy gave Pride a knowing look while the eldest said nothing.  Set to the task.  The oldest raised a gloved hand pointed towards the Doctor. The twins pounced on him like happy kittens.

“Money can’t prescribe happiness.” Squealed Vanity as she snapped the Doctor’s neck with  a turn of her wrist.

Although quick work had been made of Dr. Vonnerman. The twins played tug-of-war with his corpse until his head had been ripped off. Hot blood splayed like a powerful fountain covering everyone in the room including Johan.  Who had sat motionless during the twin’s bloodthirsty onslaught.  Johan screamed in pure terror.

“They just ripped his head off!!”  Johan screamed over and over.

“Your turn.” Pride quietly mumbled.

Except to Pride’s dismay.  Her husband was somehow being kept alive.  As much as Pride did not want to look at her oldest sister. She forced herself  to look at the angel of death in the flesh.

“Torment.  Why is he still alive?”

“It seems number seven was not so lucky after all.” Torment  answered ignoring the question.

“Apparently not.  You are however deflecting my question.”

“Six times I have done this for you.  Your dirty work.  Every century or so you get some silly notion in your head to marry an absolute idiot.  Then when it all goes to hell, you summon me to come kill them. My sister I am not sure if widowhood becomes you.”

“Oh but I thought this was your thing.  Avenging all our wrongs. I’m just providing fodder sis. You did after all make a promise.”  Pride reminded.

“I said I would avenge you of any wrong done to you.” As Torment’s brow furled “Not avenge bad decisions.”

“What does this mean?”

“It means that if you want him dead.  Then you will have to kill him yourself.” Torment answered as she walked next to the twins giving a kick to the Doctors body in the process.

Torment reached inside her cloak and pulled out a shining silvered athame.  An athame was a dagger used in rituals.  It had been years since she seen one. As she watched Torment test its sharpness by massaging the blade with a gloved finger.  Torment then tossed the athame to Pride and stepped back whilst giving the “I’m waiting” expression.

“Torment you cannot possibly mean this.” Pride said in shocked disbelief.

“That I do.  You see my sister you have placed yourself on a pedestal of expectation.  And it is time for you to fall.  Because you see its easy to give the command  to take life.  Its altogether different  when you have to do it yourself. Finish him and come home.”

“What the hell is wrong with you women?” Johan shouted.

The four sisters just looked at  Johan as if he was interrupting something truly important.

“I’m calling the police!”

“Kill him.  We leave nothing to bear witness.” Torment urged.

“Requiscat in pace.” The twins said in unison.

Pride walked towards Johan and for a moment her face showed the emotion of sorrow.  Johan looked in surprise at what he had always wanted to see in his wife.  As Pride drove the Athame through his rib cage.  Johan crumbled into her arms.

“Widowhood makes a happy home.” Pride whispered as she became a widow for the final time.

©2015 From “The Seven Interlogues” T.B. Morte

The Story of Regret- ( Vol. I of “The Seven” )–“Rock-A-Bye-Sweetie”

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I present to you a follow-up to “The Seven”..   Feel free to leave feedback.

Bone Mama,

Belleen

The Story of Regret: (Vol. I “The Seven”) — “Rock-A-Bye-Sweetie”

There she sat while she watched him wipe his hands.   “Sweetie” did it methodically as if the rivulets of blood was non-trivial.  In the end  it was her blood and she did not matter.  After “Sweetie” was done he turned to look her as if she was dirt.  This was nothing out of the usual nothing she did made him happy. In the corner there she huddled, she cringed, hoping that his work was done and that he would leave her alone for the time being.   It wasn’t as if he didn’t have other girls to go abuse.

“Sweetie” looked down to her on the floor and gave an exasperated sigh.  “Really Beda what am I going to do with you?”  He stared as if she was supposed to respond.  Yet she did not she had learned from her little sister that sometimes silence was the best answer.  He did not remove that snake like stare from his face which made her cringe even more.  Sweetie did not like it when she put up a struggle.

“Beda I am asking you a question.  Or are you too stupid to realize that?  Your client is not paying enough for the privilege of having you as his mistress.  Tell him if he wants to continue to have access to that sweet body of yours.  He needs to pay up. I don’t allow my Molls to give freebies.”

She never liked that word “Mistress” especially over the last five years it was a role she became more and more. Ever since Sweetie found her that’s what she did.  A chattel for the whims of men, to satisfy their lust, to be mounted, adored, and then discarded. When they were done she would return to Sweetie and he would find her someone but only if they paid well.

It wasn’t always like this- she wasn’t always with a abusive brute.  She was loved and cherished by the husband she had known since a youth.  It was a storybook life girl met boy they were childhood best friends and when they grew up they fell in love and got married. She had the best of everything but you know what they say “First comes love, then comes marriage, then there should be babies in the carriage” the lack of children shattered her husband’s world apart.  So divorce came and while she walked along the streets lost and alone there came Sweetie and found her.  Introduced her to the world of being a “Moll” where men would pay for her exquisite looks.

In the beginning Sweetie loved her ferociously their passion was nothing like what she had with her husband.  It was addicting and much to her dismay no matter how  much he beat her, how violent it got, she did not leave.  The other girls spoke of Pimps who treated their “Molls” like gold.  She was pretty enough maybe she could find one and leave “Sweetie”.  One who was bigger and meaner than “Sweetie” but would love her like she needed to be love.

He walked in short strides to where she was in the corner and he quickly grabbed her. His scent of cinnamon filled her nostrils with sudden desire.  “My beautiful nymph.” He whispered as he kissed her forehead and walked away to do whatever it is pimps do.  “Raising your rates with your boytoy you tell him or if I have to…”  The rest he did not finish nor did “Sweetie” have to she knew the implications all too well.

“My name is not Beda- its Regret”  she said only in her mind.  Being years since she had thought about her childhood nickname.   She never liked that name before and always found it annoying that her Mother had chosen unpleasant nicknames for all of her children.  But she embraced it now for carefree Beda had become the epitome of Regret.  It was as if her Mother had the foresight to know what her children would become.

She remembered a rhyme that her oldest sister often said.  “I will come when you most need me. I will avenge every wrong you have ever been wronged. But do not try to stop me.” It was in that exact moment there was a knock upon her chamber rooms door.

Pausing for a moment Regret got up and carefully opened the door.  There they were garbed head-to-toe in black. Regret shrieked at the sight of her three sisters in pure fright. It had been several years since she had seen any relative.  Why were they here?  The oldest sister was present, which turned Regret’s blood dead cold.  It could mean only one thing–that one had been summoned. Which made Regret gasp even more in horror.

“So glad you realize why I am here sister.” The oldest said coldly.

“Torment.” Regret answered in a whisper.

“And we’re here too.” Envy added.

“Envy and Vanity.” Regret sighed heavily.

Torment looked over at the Twins with an annoyed expression. “You two know what to do.”  The Twins saluted Torment and skipped away giggling.  Regret could only stand there for she knew it would be useless to even protest this. She did not want any part of the bloodbath that is about to take place.

“Why have you come sister?”

“You know why I am here.  I said I would come when you needed me. I made this promise centuries ago. Or have you forgotten?” Torment answered.

“I forget nothing.”

“Ah, but you have my sister.”  Torment hugged Regret and wiped the tear-stained face.  “You have forgotten what you are.  I am here to remind you.  You are not a whim to cater to men.  Its time to come home.”

“All these years I have not heard from you.  You left me alone all this time.” Regret said with accusation.

“That I did in hopes you would get a clue or two and get it together.  Obviously you needed some help in that direction.  Hence why I am here and well with some help from the self-absorbed duo.”

“Did you have to corrupt the Twins into being your henchmen?”

“Was there a better job for them?”

There was a moment of silence between the siblings for a moment. Regret flinched as she could hear “Sweetie” screaming. As his voice grew closer in distance she knew they were bringing him so she could bear witness to the horror. Regret would never forgive her sisters for doing this-never she swore.

Envy and Vanity dragged “Sweetie” in as if he were a doll to be tossed around.  He carried the look of fear and fascination. “Sweetie” met Regret’s eyes for a moment even in his last breaths he looked at her in contempt.  If she had not loved him so much it would not be hard to feel sorry for him.

“Beda!!! What is the meaning of this!!  You fucking whore tell your people to let me go.  I have not done anything!”  Sweetie shouted.

“Shut your face!” Envy shouted as she back-handed “Sweetie” to the ground and proceeded to kick him in the place where it counted.

Vanity joined in and for several minutes proceeded to physically assault their sister’s lover in ways that could not be described.  Regret turned away because she could not bear to watch.  She brought this all upon her and Sweetie both.

“Enough.” Torment said in a smooth tone. “Get him up” with more of a command.

And just like that the violence stopped.  Beaten beyond repair there “Sweetie” feebly stood.  Knowing how Torment worked, Regret knew that this was not over by a long shot.  There would be more blood and more violence.

“You say did “nothing” wrong.  But you have done everything wrong.  You have used my sister’s beauty for your own gain. You have abused, raped, and tortured her and countless of other women.  Other women I can dismiss.  But you mistreated my sister and with that you shall pay.  You shall pay dearly and from this point on you’ll not be able to harm another woman for the rest of your miserable existence.”

“You’re Beda’s sisters?” Sweetie asked in surprise.  “You are all hot just like her.”

Torment smirked as she removed her gloves letting them fall to the ground, revealing feral like claws for fingers.

“Even in death he is still a pig. Its because of the love you bear for him sister that I will do this quickly.” She laughed as she approached her new victim.

“Torment! Don’t do this!” Regret protested.

“You know my promise sister do not interfere.”

“What does she mean….” Sweetie started..

“Requiescat in pace.” The Twins said in unison.

“Rock-A-Bye-Sweetie.”  Torment cackled as she struck her claws against Sweetie’s bare neck.

Sweetie fell to the ground in a pool of blood. Lifeless.  His eyes wide open with the expression he had seen the most beautiful thing in the world.

©2015 From “The Seven Interlogues”- T.B. Morte

The Seven

Omnibus in SPD Foro:

The Bone Mother returns with fresh bones for the garden.  The inspiration for this is a bit unknown but my Muse whispered these sweet words into my ear.  Please enjoy the scribings and give feedback.

Regards,

Tragedienne

The Seven 09/20/2015

When “Darkness” she wept- even in the dead shades of day she wept. There was nothing to ease the pain no balm to soothe over an already charred heart. Only the ice left in her veins gave the comfort to continue to tread on.

There was “Silence” as she stood in the silhouette of the hallowed halls. Ignored as she stood in plain view but no one ever noticed her. Bright as the cosmic stars her glow began to fade slowly until there nothing left but a bare whisper. It was not until she had fled to the corner where she was finally noticed. Too late to redeem Silence no longer had the desire to speak.

Forever the playful “Regret” paid a dear price for being carefree. Thought to be the most adored, she walked about to and fro without calamity. Once so beloved by her one true love, her fall from grace was most tragic. Once the wife now forever someone’s mistress.

Dear sweet twins “Envy & Vanity” had a tumultuous relationship. Taking sibling rivalry to its greatest extent. Envy always wanted what Vanity had. Vanity tried to love her twin but could only love herself- incapable of loving others. Vanity loved herself so in turn Envy loved only Vanity.

Willful “Pride” was considered the stubborn one. Unbent, unbroken, and untamed. Her spirit contained a supernova of fire, wind, and fury. Her beauty matched her fiery temper. Many tried to quell the flames and all failed leaving Pride lonely and left to face the flames alone.

There was a something so dark and sinister -she was only summoned for vengeful purposes. They called her “Torment” a banshee of many forms her expertise was to avenge others by any means necessary. Through the halls you could hear Torment’s wail-her battle cry that could make blood freeze and stop one’s heart cold. She would avenge her sisters and all of their wrongs. For being a professional killer was the only thing she knew-the only thing she was good at. Was destruction.

©2015  T.B. Morte

The Fallen Updated

The Fallen 02/09/2015—

When Lucifer fell he did not fall alone. There were many souls that fell with him into the pit between darkness and despair. Twisting, turning, fighting, and clawing, inside pitch so black that fear gleamed. It shined like the brightest of stars it’s claw a demonic phantom teasing with hope. These souls who fell so low grasped on to this hope and clung heaving themselves into paradox. A space betwixt heaven and hell a purgatorial aether never before seen. This unclaimed kingdom now belonged to those who had fallen. Lucifer who bore witness, Lucifer who had also fell. Watched those who came with him survive and become their own Masters.

When Mephistopheles fell from the glories of heaven. His expulsion caused a shift in the world. The skies turned to night, lightning grazed across the ground, leaving it scorched. In the spot where he had fell gathered a shroud of silence that could absorb every living soul. All Mephistopheles could do was weep for he had been casted out by his lord. His actions could not be forgiven he had been swayed by the shining one.

Temptation was something not even an Angel could be swayed from. And so Mephisto fell into temptation so deeply it twisted him, shaped him into something so dark. No light could cleanse him. He was unfit to be in the kingdom of his lord.

And so Mephistopheles followed Lucifer into the depths of the null and void. Weeping openly at what was lost, a sacrifice that was so great only those who fell from paradise would understand. For he was not alone for others of his kind also wept. They embraced him and wept together, for they no longer had a home.

They were left to roam…

They were left to roam..

Lucifer plededged to lead them this he so swore.. As he bade them to follow him to the new kingdom. Through the fields of Nephilim into the lands of the fallen.

It was not just Mephisto who could be counted amongst those who fell from grace. There was also the one who was called Lilith. The lord’s very first version of what was called “woman” and was set to be the human known as Adams’ wife. Lilith was not an angel but a being with power that could rival one. Created with different elements- lust, love, devotion, beauty, fertility, and jealousy. The lord thought in the end Adam needed a more compliant wife. He could not undo what he had created so Lilith was simply casted aside.

Lilith had been casted aside for someone else.

Lilith who was made for someone else’s pleasure.

Lucifer who saw what Lilith could be with guidance. Whispered sweet nothings in her ear with a promise of a love that would last eternally. What the lord wasted he would not if only she would swear her utmost loyalty.
And so Lilith promised and watched herself also fall from paradise. In bitterness she wept not because of what she had lost but of what she had yet to gain.
©2015 T.B. Morte

The Prelude of Tears (**New HarleyQuinn Fan Fic Story**)

Omnibus in foro S.P.D.

I’m not sure that I meant to do this but I am definitely creating some form of a story line with the HarleyQuinn FanFic’s.  This is a brief POV between Harley & Joker, it could use more elements but so far it is also working as it is..  This is very raw writing and will most like dance with the editor’s pen and displayed in it’s  final form..

Today has been a very rough day for me emotionally.  So it is much surprise that I was able to write something and by golly finish it!  This has not seen editing yet but I’m posting it because well sometimes raw writing is the best form of writing.  So please give feedback and enjoy the story!  Disclaimer will also be listed below 🙂

Pax,

Bone Mama Belle

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. All characters, places, etc, in here are not mine and I don’t profit. All that’s mine is the plot of this particular  story.

The Prelude of Tears 12/25/2014

“I love you.”

“You do not love me.

You love the idea of me.”

She said the latter more of an affirmation than an accusation. As she stared at the man with green hair who carried about the look of parent dealing with a petulant child.  It wasn’t childish to want to be loved, cherished, and adored.  They were normal things even if they did sound incredibly full of mush.  This time she was not going to back down for she was tired of being treated like the play toy who gets so easily discarded.  Yet it was hard when her lover dismissed her coldness with a simple jeer.

“Is it so wrong to love an idea Harley?  Besides I created you why would I not love the idea of you?”

“You did not create me.  I am not your creation that was created in a laboratory.  I am a person who has feelings, wants, needs…..”  Harley was not allowed to finish the rest of her tirade.

The Joker laughed then it was not a laugh made of any warmth.  It was cold, calculating, and sinister.  Which caused shivers to run down Harley’s spine.  Part of her wanted to be afraid and beg for forgiveness so that he would smile again and all would be forgotten.  They could plot their next crime spree together or go torment the Cat Woman.  Anything than what was about to take place, yet if she did not stand her ground this would always be the status quo of their relationship.

“I did create you my dearest Harley Quinn or have you forgotten?  In the depths of Arkham I found you- lost, weak, and alone.  Do you remember what you told you me?  The nights you whispered your entire life to me.  No one knew who mousy little Dr. Harleen Quinzel was nor did they care to.  But they certainly now know who HarleyQuinn is!  It is because of me that all of Gotham fears you.”

She instinctively cringed because she knew that his words carried grains of truth.  Even if she did not want to agree with it.  Why did he have to bring up that horrible place known as “Arkham” and that name she was not that person anymore.  Harleen died the night HarleyQuinn was born it was a day she would never forget.

Joker then approached Harley with his cold fingertips he lifted her chin to force her to look at him.

“No one will ever understand your pain like I do.  Nor will anyone love you like I do.  Besides Harley the couple that commit crimes together will remain together.”

She watched him spin around and stalk away barking orders at whatever minion happened to be in his way.  There was nothing more she could say for she would not be running away tonight.  Here she would remain.  As the tears spilled down her clown painted face.

©2014  T. B. Morte