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”

The Story of Darkness: (Vol. III of “The Seven”) “Why Darkness Wept”

Omnibus in foro S.P.D.

Another bone for the garden.

Pax,

Belleen

The  Story of Darkness: (Vol. III of “The Seven”) “Why Darkness Wept”

The crowd of mourners sang the lines to the song “Amazing Grace” as if they were in true mourning.  Almost and just almost as if they knew the true meaning of grief.  These poor unfortunate souls knew nothing about grieving.  They knew nothing what its like to face loss over and over again.  Over a lifetime, over centuries, over a entire millennia.

She watched as the coffin was being lowered to the dark hole of the ground.  Six feet below to be exact.  This was not the first time she attended a funeral nor would it be her last most likely.  As the tears streamed down her face.  She could not help but weep. No one within the crowd of people bothered to comfort her- not even ask if she was okay.  It was as if she was not there.  While the Priest gave the final sacraments  giving safe passage for the body in the coffin.  To make its final voyage into the next world.

“Ashes to Ashes, Dust to dust.”  The Priest chanted.

She squeezed her eyes tightly as the tears kept going. She knew this would be over very very soon.  For funerals are never prolonged.  Its a short service, body gets buried, and people are supposed to move on with their lives.  You are not supposed to be remember the dead.

Today she buried her very last human descendant.  Her very last great-grandchild  so many times removed she did not bother to count.  It did not matter to her. They were a part of her bloodline. The blood of her blood, sprung forth from her set of children. As time stretched over the span of years, she watched over them, loved and protected even from afar.  She did the best that she could and yet it was not enough for she could not stop the inevitable.  No matter how in the early years she would beg.  She could not stop death even if she were a daughter of “Immortality”.  Death the cruel hearted thing it was stopped for no one.

And so now she grieved openly with no remorse.  She was the only one of seven sisters to gain the blessing to bear children.  Only to lose them to the hands of death.  It was a blessing and a curse.  Her wish was granted at a high price.  No sacrifice to small she had foolishly thought in her misspent youth.  If only she could turn back the passages of time and chose to remain childless.

The circumstances surrounding the death of her descendant were circumspect. He had been murdered most viciously.  Which to her dug the wound even more deep.  His life had not been claimed by old age with a life truly fulfilled. He was still young just barely a grown man.  He never got the chance to start a family or strive for a career.  He would never get the opportunity to fall in love or suffer heartache.  Everything had been taken away from her grandson too early by someone else. That someone was going to truly pay they would never know misery until now that is all that individual will ever know.

The crowd had finally dwindled to where only one had remained at the grave site.  He was tall, dark, smokey eyed, would have been handsome in normal circumstances. He carried the demeanor of one who spent time in the shadows.  She knew all about the shadows.  Its rumored she created them after all.  He stared at her with a look of fascination.

“You look just like him.” Said the man in the shadows.

“We were related.”

“His sister perhaps?”  As he edged closer.

“If you would like to think so.”

“You must be.  You look too much alike.  Do you have a name dear woman?”

“I am Darkness.” She said silently.

“Elakhet.  My name is Elakhet.”

“An usual name for unusual beauty.”

Darkness did not like where this was heading.  She decided to do something she very rarely did.  She used just a vein of power.  Just a small tap to reach into the psyche of the stranger.  His memories flooded into her like a tidal wave almost causing her to lose balance.  Through the images she saw what she dreaded.  The stranger killing her grandchild. This set a wave of anger through her which could not unquelled.  She would have her vengeance and she would have it now.

“It is also unusual for the killer to attend the funeral of his victim.”

If looks could kill then Darkness would truly be struck dead. The stranger turned angrily towards her.  Darkness boldly gave him a playful smirk. She was not afraid of him, for she had seen bigger and badder enemies.

“Had to make sure he was laid to rest.  You know what they say Dead men tell no tales.  And like your brother you know too much. Pity because you’re such a pretty little thing.” The stranger growled as he approached closer.

“Pity because I would hate to see you die. Actually scratch that. I am rather looking forward to it.” Darkness purred back.

What the stranger did not realize that there was three women standing behind him. The sisters of darkness all clad in black.The twins Vanity & Envy who blew Darkness kisses. The oldest sister who Darkness most adored.  Her oldest sibling looked at Darkness solemnly.  Envy in a playful gesture blew in the ear of the stranger causing him to turn around his eyes grew wide in curiousity.

“Peekaboo.” Envy squealed.

Vanity, Envy, and along with the oldest formed a circle around the man who had no name. Circling him like a pack of hungry wolves.  Darkness knew what was to come.  She held no regrets save the fact that she could not dish out justice herself.  For her oldest sister would never allow her to interfere most unfortunately.

“My beloved Torment.” Darkness said in a husky tone.

“My sweet Darkness.”  Torment responded in a softer voice as she continued talking to Darkness directly.

“Forever the grieving Mother my sister.”

“Am I any other way my sister?” Bitterly Darkness asked.

“No you are not. Yet I will still ask how can I salve your heart?”

“I have no heart.”

“Sister let us make it better.” Vanity cooed.

Torment reached with a gloved hand to caress the strangers face. As she cocked her head towards Darkness “His life then?”

“Aye.  His life.”

“You have never asked me of this before.”

Darkness looked at Torment and a smile passed between the two sisters.  They had always been close as children and even over the eons of time their bond had never severed.

“Sister will you avenge me?” Darkness pleaded.

The stranger who had unusually taken a nonchalant stance regarding his soon to be fate. Looked at the four women quite bemused.  “As if you have what it takes to kill me.”  He mocked.

Vanity, Envy, and Torment removed matching Desert Eagles equipped with silencers from their trench coats. The death sisters carried guns that assassins used which in truth was no surprise.  The stranger now very wide eyed tried to take a step back waving his hands frantically.

“I’m not fond of guns on principle.  But they get the job done when it is necessary.” Spoke  Torment as she lifted her gun to meet her target. She motioned the Twins to ready themselves as well.

The stranger decided to foolishly try and outrun the wave of bullets.

“Rest.” Torment began.

“In.” Vanity followed.

“Peace.” Envy finished.

In matching symmetry their guns fired. Bullets hit the back of the strangers head, his heart, and also his stomach. The stranger fell to the ground oddly enough landing on the grave of the grandchild of Darkness.  When it was done Darkness herself approached the body of the stranger to close his now very dead eyes.

“Requiscat in pace.” Darkness spat.

While she turned to join her sisters so they could flee the now crime scene.  Darkness gave a farewell to her last descendant.  She carefully wiped away a crop of fresh tears, while the blood of the stranger flowed into the loams of the earth.

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