RENAISSANCE.

  *  𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙰𝙴   /   𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙳, 𝙸𝚃 𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰.

        𝚃𝙾     𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻     𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚁.     Among legions of gold and black, there upon a mountain of love, desire, and enjoyment stood a figure of a slim but tall woman. Venturing into the unknown, she peered towards the stranger and let her lips part so that crimson would seep through rosey lips.   ‘    𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍.  Have you come to claim me?    ’

                    “   ＴＨＥＲＥ  ＡＲＥ  ＯＴＨＥＲＳ ，  ＹＯＵ  ＫＮＯＷ  ．  “   of  course  not  ,  he  does  not  say  .  no  ,  madam  ,  for  this  brief  moment  ,  for  this  prolonged  hell  which  i  am  yet  unaware  of  ,  i  am  simply  a  loyal  dog  of  a  special  breed  .  he  is  solemnly  coy  ,  leaning  against  a  nearby  wall  all  too  leisurely  .   “   i’m  not  the  only  one  of  my  rank  .   “

               “   𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚅𝙴     𝙶𝙾𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽     𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽  .  .  .   ”   A whiff of a jest.  The ones that knew her when she was near a child are naught but dust.  It surprised her to see him again  ---  or whatever that body was.  She tilts her head like a bird, pained and curious.  “   Do  you  not  remember  me ?   Or  is  it  that  you’ve  come  to  me  as  Thanatos ,  wearing  all  that  red  instead  of  your  old  skin ?   ”  The magi sniffs the bloody scent that follows.  “   I  mind  it  not.   I’ll  always  come  back.   ”

              “  𝙰       𝙵𝙸𝙶   for  whatever  creature  raised  you.   Vapid  child  .  .  .  !   ”  She does not rise from her gilded chair.  Her palm presses against her temple ,  displeasure rolling off her as the fog from the seas.  “   Will  you  raise  your  sword  against  me  for  scolding  when  you  were  too  dull  and  lazy  to  raise  it  before  the  man  you  were  meant  to  reap ?   ”

              “   𝙸𝚃      𝚆𝙰𝚂      𝙱𝚄𝚃      𝙰      𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼 .   ”  The boy smells of her death.  She smiles, soft as a bell’s chime, for how funny it is to be strangled.  Her anger is short-lived.  The body had been chopped up into pieces and fed to the gardens already.  No need to revenge for every little mess.  “   Look  how  alive  I  am  -------   look  closely ,  dear  boy.   ”  Her dainty fingers slide through his hair, not to dig into the scalp, not to cut it off.  Then, she pets him like a stupid pup.  “   Terrible  deeds  ought  to  stay  in  terrible  dreams ,  nay ?   ”