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silence

Can a bleeding heart stop beating? Is it possible to call upon feelings and thoughts to immerse them in a deep sleep full of silence and darkness with no return?

The human being is as fragile as a leaf, breakable, and as delicate as the petals of a rose, but his heart and the feelings it harbors are even more fragile and mysterious.

In the decades that humanity has existed, there is one thing that has been proven.

The ease that humans have to feel and experience the emotions of life, love, tenderness, mercy, respect, understanding, solidarity and many more things that make them a wonderful specimen and superior to any other race. But, it has also been witnessed how easy it is to turn all of that into something negative.

In its counterpart.

In resentment, distrust, bitterness and above all.

HATE

The hatred that devastates everything like a hurricane, that destroys everything, that kills everything.

That contaminates and corrupts the human being, thus transforming him into the worst of his facets.

A facet that those who experience it are unaware of and fear its power.

However, they say that hate is not born alone, it is not created. It doesn't come out of nowhere.

Because there are cases where people, through their selfish actions in the name of a supposedly noble cause, can sow the seed of hatred, and little by little, its ramifications grow and take possession of the previously loving body of an individual. . .

Knowing this takes us to the life story of a Queen, yes, a queen. That at the beginning she was a simple human, a peasant, good, kind and kind to everyone. Which her capricious destiny made a bad move to entangle her destiny with two entities.

Two powerful and bloody entities disguised for fun as two small, harmless hands. Those entities were demons, demons that were captivated and surrendered at the feet of this human whom they nicknamed peaches, the favorite fruit of the Gods.

The sweetest.

The cutest.

She was like that.

But one night a fateful accident changed the life of this innocent woman. Causing those demons madly in love with her to cruelly and mercilessly destroy everything she loved.

Everything she knew.

Her people, her friends, the flowers and the animals.

Everything that her human heart came to love was reduced to blood, fire and ashes.

Thrown into the past, a bitter and tortuous past from which she neither could nor wanted to escape. She wanted to remember, remember, fight.

How can someone who claims to love you, indirectly cause you so much harm, and not be sorry?

“Whoever loves you does not hurt you, Whoever loves you does not last you… who loves you… lets you go… lets you be free”

THAT is one of the laws by which honest and worthy people are guided. But in this story of demons, celestials and gods.

Things are different...

These demons, who called themselves Sun Wukong and Six-Eared Macaque, the king and general of the monkeys. Those who challenged the sky, fought and won miles of battles, conquered kingdoms and humiliated beings who believed themselves invincible. They wanted to adorn their pain and loss with luxuries, with silk dresses, ornamental decorations of gold. Fulfilling all your whims and demands.

Making her feel like a queen, the queen of the world.

They tried to create a fantastic future for him. And in return, they asked for her love and devotion. They demanded her sweet caresses, to be impregnated with her smell, to feel her kisses.

They wanted her to agree to live a present and a future with her.

The King was suffocating and demanding

The General was more decorous

Oh! How dare they talk about the future when they destroyed their lives? trampling on his dreams, taking away his form of choice, snatching away the most precious thing a human possesses

The will.

To give an opinion

From deciding what he believed was his life, it was now theirs.

Because the great Sun and the radiant Moon decided that they would be her life, her choice, the only present and future she would know in her now eternal life.

Because she even had death taken away from her. She wouldn't even be able to tear her beloved peach away from her.

Of course, she did not try violence, Wukong and Macaque would not be able to hurt her, on the contrary, they filled her with so much love, that it was cloying and unpleasant.

She couldn't resist it.

Why not give up?

Why couldn't Peach just enjoy this new life of being a beloved queen?

"Because he didn't choose her"

Decades passed and her bitterness does not go away, her wound still stings, and although Wukong and Macaque try to heal her, her scar was still there.

As a reminder.

Peach decided to fight, and not with weapons or an army. No, but with the thing that kills any person falling in love thirsty for affection.

The indifference.

Distance.

They were not sorry

They only saw the future they had with their queen and aspired to be a big family. What would be the last straw for her, apart from being a forced queen, would she also have to be the mother of all the children they wanted to have with her?

No! Unheard of.

Peach was good to her subjects, to her bodyguards, to the soldiers. And with her companion ladies.

With any creature in general, but it was obvious that as the decades passed. And after Peach painfully realized that there was no escape, there was no way out. Nobody would help her

And that all she had to do was surrender and accept the love they were giving her and offer it back.

Something deep in the Peach Queen's heart changed.

She went dark.

She withered.

Thoughts full of bitterness and resentment flooded her mind and spread throughout every inch of her small body. And Peaches herself noticed that when they spent time with those demonic entities, despicable kings of war, they spent quality time as they called it, when they touched her skin, when they gave her caresses and forced her to consent to them.

That feeling increased, accompanied with a pinch of disgust and a touch of anger.

And that made Peach feel bad, it wasn't the kidnapping, it wasn't the murders.

Even everything she experienced didn't make her feel like that.

She began to hate her husband when she realized the type of person he was slowly becoming.

The new peach that was forming inside her being.

She was rotting.

She was turning into a bitter and rotten peach.

Not only with her "dear" husbands but with others.

Everyone already noticed this, they were surprised, worried.

Her queen was not the same. What was happening? Because the subjects did not know the dark side of her queen's history, they were just happy, just like the first time they found out that after so many centuries they had a new and only queen.

Currently.

Three sweet and helpful monkey ladies were attending to her queen. A queen with a distant and thoughtful look.

They surrounded them, talking among themselves, enjoying the mere company of their beloved queen.

Combing her silky hair.

But she simply ignored them.

In silence, her ladies could never decipher what was going through Peach's mind.

Nobody could.

Since in silence, with the beautiful unchanging features of her.

The queen was constantly swimming in a sea of ​​bitterness and resentment.

Remembering with misfortune the unpleasant conversation she had recently had with her main husband, the king, with Wukong.

Her presence burned her retina and made her entire body burn with fury, but she didn't show it. As always, he presented himself imposingly, attacking with kisses and furtive caresses, leaving her dress and hair disheveled.

But this one she didn't flinch, she didn't move, she didn't say or do anything.

When wukong separated, he looked curiously at his beloved, beloved wife.

Or through the stone attitude? Wukong thought about whether to take his golden gaze away from his wife. This attitude was recent, a few years ago, at first she ignored him.

But after a talk with his soul brother Macaque, he considered the attitude of a wife.

Cold and distant, he didn't flinch or be embarrassed when he was brazen with her like he was used to. The blush no longer adorned his face, not anymore.

At first she resisted but like the sweet girl that she is, she gave in to him.

But even in her privacy she was like a stone, always bitter, always unwilling to anything she had to do with him and her brother.

What was happening?

“Peach, my queen, my wife, my beloved, air that I breathe, are you okay?” He asks, caressing her shoulders full of concern, he loved her wife, and he cared about her.

The murderer of his village, of his entire life, his kidnapper, the dictator of her life asked him if he was okay.

Hilarious, right?

Peach smiled wryly and then grimaced.

"Of course, I'm fine, wonderful. Don't you see me?" She said in a sarcastic tone that he was caught by her husband who was surprised by her.

Because deep inside her.

She felt Peach's contempt and it hurt her, it hurt her deeply.

But Wukong, because of the love she felt, always tried to look for the positive.

"Really? I was worrying about you, Macaque told me that my sweet peach was a little bitter" she said with a funny tone as she lowered her hands to Peach's waist and brought her closer to him.

Macaque, the General, the Moon of the Sun. He was always more observant.

And although at first Ella Peach was more willing to accept having affairs with him. Now that had changed.

Because she remembered that he was an accomplice, and she was not sorry. He was no different. They were both fruit from the same tree.

And she hated them equally!

Sometimes she wanted to stick a knife into her hearts and watch them slowly perish.

"Why would that be?" Wukong said as he nibbled on Peach's neck, his breath against the skin of her neck, Peach's hands clenched, fitting her manicured nails into the skin of his palms. He contained his disgust and the impulse to push it away, but he learned that it was stronger, and would be useless.

"Why would that be?" He responded by reciting his own words "let me think, is it because they kidnapped me, killed my village, and I must sleep every night and please two demons who have made my life hell?" She released peaches without anesthesia, full of coldness.

Those words left Wukong stiff, feeling that an abyss was opening beneath his feet.

Did her queen feel that way? That she was doing something wrong to her? Did she not like her gifts? Were they not treating her well, as her queen? Did she not like the home that he and Macaque give her? A castle, jewels, luxuries. And above all, love.

Was that not enough for her to forget her dull life? Did a cabin and a couple of animals mean so much to her?

In the minds of Wukong and Macaque everything was fine, they followed their laws. If she didn't want this, why was she kind, loving from the beginning?

Did she not agree to the courtship?

She didn't understand. She... She... Didn't she love him and Macaque like they loved her?

"With that again? I thought that after so many decades and with what we have lived as husbands and wife you had already left the past, in the past, Peach" said Wukong, moving away from her a little to see her face.

And see if she was serious or just playing. And, painfully, she saw the sincerity in his eyes.

"I will never forget... Never" Peaches let out.

Wukong appreciated his queen, dressed in beautiful colors, with that soft and fragrant hair. She was not simply a queen or a wife, no, she was a goddess, his goddess.

Did she not see it? Did she not REALIZE the simple truth?

He loved her, they loved her.

And they just wanted to be loved equally.

Have a big family, be eternally happy.

"Peach" said Wukong, savoring each letter of her name and approached, breaking the short distance. "If you only saw yourself through our eyes, and felt for a second everything you make us feel, you would understand, you would understand everything, and you would leave this behind." "Silly rebellion" he purred, watching her with devotion, but Peaches was not moved one bit by that confession.

No more.

"We love you darling" Wukong delicately took Peach's hands to hug her "I love you..." but with the same peach he pulled away

Wukong's irises glowed red.

The monkey king hated being told no, but the monkey king always gets what he wants... Always M

And he took it again, Peaches' body hit Wukong's cold armor making a loud noise, Wukong gives him a possessive hug. Their bodies together, Wukong inhales the smell of peach hair. Peach is close to his ear.

"This is you," he said in a whisper, "you are not the loving and devoted husband that you want to appear, no, you are this, someone who takes what he wants and tramples on what opposes him... A demon," he blurted into her ear with a poisonous voice

Wukong squeezed her with his eyes closed.

Demon... That word that he hated so much and that half the world said to him... Did it really come out of his wife's mouth?

He hurt... It hurt like never before.

"My peach, you are the only person in this world who talks to me like this, who has treated me like this and has come out unscathed. My queen so cheeky, so sweet, my peach, I don't understand you, you are the most valuable thing to me, I put the world at your feet. And I have loved you like I have never loved anything or anyone, not even my brother. But a few corpses make you forget everything but, even though you pay me love with contempt, and it hurts me, I don't "I don't care. We have a lot of eternity to live together, you're going to get tired, I know, you're going to get bored" Wukong licked his hate lobe while he continued reciting word by word "and when that happens, I will be here, we will be here for you , with his arms open "Wukong separated from Peach when he felt that he had no more air, and cupped her soft cheeks" there is no other option, my queen, I love this attitude so... daring and cold... I excites" and he placed a long kiss on her lips, purring "it's okay, if you are going to receive me with fury, I will give you the fire of my love. And when the bitterness passes, look for me, and I will make you forget even your past, your present, your future and even your name, I am the Monkey King, you know that nothing is too big for me, Honey, I accept your challenge."

Wukong left the room amused but at the same time melancholic.

After all, loving if being loved is tiring and painful.

"My queen?" The voice of one of her ladies brought her out of her memories and Peach looked at her attentively.

"Yeah?"

"He is okay?"

"Sure, why do you ask?"

"Well," the maid looked down, specifically at her queen's hands.

Which tightly squeezed the fabric of her dress, it almost seemed like she was going to tear it.

"Oh, eh, yes I'm fine, calm down Sun Xiao" Peach soothed with a smile at the little monkey lady.

She found it difficult, but she still retained kindness. Like being mean to the only people that adds a little color to her personal hell?

"I would like a bath" Peach whispered and instantly the monkey ladies began to remove the heavy ornaments from their hair, the bracelets and the necklaces.

When they were going to remove the layers of their clothing worthy of a queen, the door opened.

And the figure of Macaque, the general, was present. His hair was ashen, his eyes purple as nails. His elegant robes were worthy of the King's general.

"General!" The monkey ladies said in unison while bowing.

Peach massaged her temples, what she was missing.

"Leave us alone," the General ordered.

The monkey ladies stopped everything they were doing and left after bowing to their queen.

The doors closed, and the Queen's secondary husband was left alone with her. Peach shouldn't ask him why he was there.

He knew perfectly well why he was present.

Wukong ask you for help. Macaque was better with words and more calm and collected.

"My moonflower," Mac said, approaching a peach who didn't bother to get up. "It was nice to see you." Mac knelt down and took his Queen's hands to kiss her knuckles, but when his lips barely touched the smooth skin, the hands were removed. .

Did they need more direct messages?

Like Wukong, Mac was surprised by Peach's distance and coldness. But unlike Wukong Mac, he respected certain limits, he never forced her to give things she didn't want to give.

Even intimately, they rarely came together flesh with flesh.

Mac looked at peaches like a riddle he had to solve.

But this time, her soft words and good treatment are not going to convince her. Peach was sure of that.

"What's wrong Mac?" She blurted out, cold and direct.

"Peach, you know that if there is something that upsets you, we can fix it. Also, if you are upset with Wukong, he will leave you alone for as long as you need, but please, don't punish us with your indifference, with your silence. Please, moonlight" Mac took Peach's hands to caress them while looking at her.

Peach let out a light laugh and smiled sideways, after so much, she smiled again but it was not a sweet smile. But one loaded with disbelief.

So her little revenge was working? Did the coldness hurt the warlords that much?

Peach felt it was fun, typical of Wukong, to send her shadow to beg for him.

"How ironic that you say that Mac, they are willing to give me their own blood but they refuse to grant me the only thing I have really ever wanted" Peach stood up, leaving Mac on the ground. And from her position watching the mortified expression on Mac's features. She felt powerful for the first time in her immortal life.

Very powerful

"Mac, I'm tired of this little game, not anymore, I think" her beloved Queen "has made her current position quite clear."

"Moonflower" Mac got up from the floor, he felt Peaches' words like a sentence. The general, the moon, the shadow of the monkey king, the one who is colder.

He felt afraid, afraid of losing what he loves most in the world. Because although Peaches couldn't go anywhere, she was there but at the same time she wasn't, since the Peach he knew died, she is dead, in front she only has an insensitive body.

Full of silence.

Were he and his brother the cause of this? Would that be the fault?

"Peach, things don't have to be this way"

"It's true Mac, things shouldn't be like this, because what I'm experiencing should NEVER happen. I wish I had run them down and sold them when I had the chance" Peach's words hurt him like no weapon had ever done.

"Flower of the moon," the warlord begged. "Even if you tear out our hearts of stone, and even if you shout to the four winds how much you hate us, and even if we had to live without your caresses and your love. Listen to me well, never "We will stop loving you. My Queen," he declared, like his brother, the great love for his Queen.

He was tempted to kiss and hug Peach, but he knew he would be rejected.

"General Macaque six ears, I'm sure you have many duties to attend to, and I'm very unwell, please retire, the Queen wants to rest," Peaches let out, indifferent to the declaration of love.

"Moonflower," Mac said in a whisper. Without taking his eyes off the Queen, Mac left the place.

Worried and hurt

He didn't know how Wukong would react to knowing that Peaches was serious.

He feared his brother's reaction.

Why unlike the Monkey King

Macaque, the Moon

She was able to accept a NO

Not all love stories are happy.

Is there war between people who love each other?

How will the Sun and the Moon react to this little love-hate battle between the person who loves Haman so much?

Will there be victory or will it end in catastrophe?

Not that late but still late but I hope you like it gift for @semisolidmind of her characters 💗💗💖✨ They are precious uwu

Something cute and quick!

I'm just soft and wanted to smooch these bois

... Also to show that DJ is still at the top of my list.

And draw him covered in lipstick kisses

Characters by @semisolidmind