And thus the darkness was reborn to the heavens in the endless splendor of night. The creatures that dwell within the shadows once more rose forth from their graves as the ancient one moved about a seemingly endless field of grass. The moonlight bathed his large form in an eerie... almost deathly glow. His perfectly etched face showed no emmotion... no remorse... no sign of life as he stood there with hands clasped behind his back in wait. The darkness he knew within another now sought him...he could feel her presence even now by his ancient powers.
How long would she wait within the shadows and pale moonlight? Need it matter? For time was nothing to her. Yet, to be parted from his darkness was almost unbearable at times.
As she stepped from the haven of shadows that lovingly clung to her, the moonlight played upon her flawless ivory skin. Silky blood locks framed a delicate face and graced gentle shoulders of ivory. Icy grey-blue eyes twinkled with the pale light. Rich, luscious lips of crimson were curled into a dark, inviting smile as she saw her Dark Lord. Tonight, she wore a tight crimson dress that displayed how delicious her body would be to hold and taste.
Her form came into view within the field as though a dark angel from the bowels of hell cast forth for dark interlude. A sultry temptress by which mankind would kneel before to merely worship her as the goddess she was to become. As she drew near to him, his footsteps were heard quietly rustling the grasses about them. Moving close, those soft pillows of bliss that where of his bloody kiss rang out in words as she stood now before him.
" Well met once more, my dark temptress. Such erotic grace about you on each our passings. How I have longed since our last meet to once more taste of the poisoned bliss that you wrought forth to my deathly form."
A large hand moved forth to gently stroke the side of her face, as though an artist loving a fine painting of ivory flesh. His form mere inches from her own as he relived their last encounter... replayed her form pressed against his in hellish wonder.
As his footsteps were heard, she stopped her travel toward him. Her icy eyes studied his tall, sleek form that brought nightmares and dark bliss to those awake and in dream. His hand to her face, a gentle touch that made her close her eyes just briefly as his soft voice caressed her ears erotically.
As eyes opened to meet his dark orbs, her face tilted slightly to brush crimson gainst ivory, and as she spoke, light caresses of pillowy flesh against cold flesh, "The nights have past not quite fast as my longing to be in your presence, My Dark Lord." Her tongue snaked out to lightly lick his palm. "And to taste your bloody kiss again..."
As her salty kiss laid now to his hand, a smile of erotic bliss adorned his face. Closing his eyes for a moment in dark heavens, he once more opened his eyes and turned his gaze to her body. Such dangerious curves that brought many men to their dooms... and thus, he would gladly face such perils to be intoxicated by such desire.
" You honor me with your words, my daughter of the ve... sister of the sins. In your presence I seem to forget all that I am... all that I lead... I resort back to the young childe I was roaming in the sand of Egypt. You drive from me the present days and remind me of the jewels cast forth to the Nile in reverence of me by the mortals to appease my cold hand that is death."
Leaning in ever closer, his lips brushed her own in passing and travel to the sharp features of her jawline. His snake-like tongue traced her jaw as a childe to the first death. The blood of her souless form caused him blackness to yearn for her. Pressing in close to her, he could feel her perfect breasts against his chest. For though he was nearly seven foot tall, within her embrace, he felt as though they were no longer standing on the damned earth
Again, her eyes closed as delicious lips of Death caressed her icy flesh. A seemingly delicate hand reached to touch his flesh and dance upon his jawline as his lips tasted her. As he pressed closer, her body pressed to mold against his. Death upon Death. His words caressed her.
Her answer came in a dark, inviting whisper, "You flatter me further, Darkness Angel." A sigh of bliss escaped her lips as he continued to explore her cold flesh. Delicate fingers curled into his dark hair as she pressed tighter. "Do you feel it, Darkness Angel?" she whispered. "Do you feel more than just the childe you were so long ago?"
As their forms merged into dark oneness, the ancient one heard her words as they cascaded his keen ears. Indeed, he did feel more than a childe.. but it was a man with no resposabilities. She was the erotic excape from all his resposibilities as dark lord to creatures laying claim to their domain.. the domain of shadows. As her form pressed in even closer, his hands caressed her sleek form as once more a kiss is laid to the tender pillows of her lips. Such satin evils it held.
"I mean not to embarrass you by my words, I merely speak to you from that which I know to be truth in this my dark night. You are as my queen. the only ways by which I am to rule is through your deadly hands." His forehead laid to rest against hers as he spoke on," The union that we share is far beyond that of a mere lust... it is something of dark love.. something that mankind may only yearn for yet never attain."
Indeed, there was something beyond the simple lusts of humanity within them. While they shared many intimate moments... there was something more.. something beyond that... something that he could not explain dispite his great age. Yet he thought nothing of it. He merely drank of her presence as though a fine wine meant to be enjoyed, not studied.
As his forehead pressed against hers, and his hands explored the dangerous curves men longed for and died for, her icy gaze became somewhat gentler. Lips of blood curl into a curious, though dark smile. A single finger reached to trace his strong jawline, and then, his pillowy lips by which many fell into.
"What do you speak of, My Darkness?"
Though she was not as old as he, she remembered long ago when his name was spoken and praised and feared. As a young girl she had dreamed of pleasing him. Of being with him. Of being his. What he spoke of, she felt it as well...a deeper longing. A darker joining perhaps...
"Tell me, Malice?" Her voice purred his name erotically, darkly.