#champagneandparasosm: Hazael

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

CLOSED STARTER for @champagneandparacosm​

The dim light of scented candles flickered in the dark corners of the room. The flames created a play of shadows on the worn, old crimson velvet of the sofa where the  man with ashy complexion sat. The stale air smelled of sage, the aroma given off by the white melted wax. The moon threw its threads of light through the heavy, dusty green curtains...accusingly illuminated the broad palms smeared with crimson. Glacial orbs watched as Hazael clenched his scarlet fists shakily in despair. The flames didn't need to lick his feet, he was already in the deepest circle of personal hell. Pity, human weakness that the woman with hair colored like crow's feathers skillfully hid. But tonight, compassion enveloped her like the tentacles of Lovecraft's cthulhu.

Weeks passed and she followed him like a shadow. She haunted his thoughts, persistently fighting against his denial that the devil's parasite was living inside him. She thought that this truth would remove the burden from his back, the guilt he had taken on himself, extinguish the horror of the dark intervals in which he is not aware of himself, and the petrifying dream always ended with a horrendous reality where leftovers of someone's suffering are coloring his skin with red of inevitable guilt. The silhouette approached the man with a tortured soul like an apparition, while drops of clear water traveled on the golden skin, washing away the same color that he was disgusted by. 

The virginal white lace hugged around the elegant hourglass figure. "It is beyond you. Beyond your power..beyond your ability to prevent it...beyond your guilt.  " She whispered softly. The hunt was euphoric, for her and the cursed one who shared her demonic nature, who now rested deep in this mortal's chest. Lalya despised the weakness, the nail she had to tear from the boards of her existence, but the shattered glass of his emotions and the sharp shards of his trauma that pierced his uncorrupted heart, shone with an unusual attraction. What it because she renounced the same temptation of her former humanity? Poured her innocence with the oil of sin and threw the torch of contempt, watching the ashes dance in the streets of life in Sodom and Gomorrah.

A damp thigh soaked his pants as she sat too close. "Not your doing. Not your sin. " she repeated the words of compassion, while inky irises watched the sharp lines of his tense jaw. Her breasts heaved beneath a cobweb lace robe that left little to the imagination. The brutality of the one who poisoned this body, and the purity of the true owner awakened in her an inexorable lust that until now she hid, restrained, fed in other places with other people, or closed her eyes and allowed her fingers to touch the places that pulsated with desire. Her skin glistened like bronze under the dimmed light, while soft fingers slid over his knee, brushing over the rough material of tweed trousers. 

The gentle touch was full of strangely sincere support, the promise that her words were sincere. The other hand reached for his chin, slowly and carefully with the tips of her fingers turned his face to look at her. "All the gruesome things of your past left in the dark, were not your sinful deeds. The punishment that you received for it was unjust...wrong..undeserved." Drops of nectar of seductive benevolence slid down her full lips the color of the apple that the snake had once offered to Eve. The palm slid over his cheek, the thumb gently touched the left eyelid, until the fingers were lost in his dark hair, like a comb pushing the sooty hair back, caressing him sweetly and delicately. 

The space between them was consumed by her body as she leaned against him. Elegant leg rose over his knee, momentarily revealing her bare private parts. A hand on his thigh found his, long fingers like cotton cuffs wrapped around his wrist, bringing his fist up to her lips. Pearly whites took the lower lip hostage while the metal smell of blood bit her nostrils. Like a drug addict with an abundance of the desired drug at his fingertips, her senses beat like a drum on the liquid of life that covered his hands. She moved her mouth cautiously to his index finger, dark eyes finding his crystal blue ones.

"You did good. You survived all of these years, remaining untainted, no matter what lives in you. You are..good. " She gasped as she stroked his head again, her tongue trailing lustily along his finger, collecting the red liquid that tasted like summer wine. Layla moaned in pleasure as her black irises peeled away like snake skin, releasing a golden color that betrayed her demonic nature. The taste of life bewitched her, possessed her until she sensually began to gently push his finger knuckle by knuckle deeper in her mouth, soft muscle caressed the callused fingers as she sucked on it.