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Lamia
16:03 May 28 2012
Times Read: 392






I have been asked many times for the story of LAMIA. So for all of you that want to know who she is this is her story.







In life I was a beautiful woman. I could have had any of the men from the small village where I lived. My heart belonged to Zeus. He came to me often and was my only lover. Soon Hera discovered our love and was furious. She came to me in a dream and cursed me. She said for my insult to her I would be damned for all eternity to roam the earth devouring unfaithful men. I would be irresistible to them and they would offer themselves to me without hesitation. My only desire would be to posses their souls and to drink their blood.



I have lived for 3000 years and will live until the end of time. Many have tried to destroy me and failed. Death for me would be a release. I yearn for the touch of my love and have become wretched from his neglect. I cannot take what is not offered of your own free will, and you will offer make no mistake. I will consume your mind and rend your heart until you have no other desire. Then you will come to me and I will destroy you.

Daydreams
15:58 May 28 2012
Times Read: 393




I can see it in my minds eye as clear as day: I slowly walk up to him and look deep in his eyes. I can see the desire shimmer as I place my lips on his. I can feel his breath come in short gasps, his body trembles as in one brief second he contemplates the idea of whats to come. In that same second he realizes, oh yes he knows now, he's gone to far to turn back. He sees in my eyes the fire a raging flame from weeks of fuel and the glimmer of cold steel in my hand. Slowly I place the blade right above the adams apple, one flick and I breath in his last breath. I sidestep the first crimson droplets usually so precious to me and spit out the foul air of his soul. I return to my work as the reality of his life passes across his face He is sorrowful, repentant and at last no longer a nuisance.

Blood is Blood
15:53 May 28 2012
Times Read: 394

She was clutching her faith as though it were a life vest. She walked past me as if the words written there would save her soul, though her life was already forsaken. Her choice of path had proven fatal and she knew it

I let her pass and then chuckled as she let out her breath thinking she was safe. She was innocent pure and very naive, what a sweet snack she would make

The book fell from her hands as quickly as the realization she would be lost for all eternity just like the rest of us. She accepted it and didn’t fight, all most as if she had been waiting for it. As though she knew blood was blood and his was no more sacred than hers.

He came to her as I finished crying to the empty air “why her ? Why now? How could you be so cruel?” I watched as his faith shattered on the ground among his tears and her blood . He didn’t blame me I was only a mindless animal to him. It was his god he turned his anger on and when she awakes to her new life he will not resist her and follow her into hell much easier than the lamb he had been

Blood was blood and no more sacred than the next snack that would pass my doorway tonight.



She saw me she recognized me and to my surprise did not fear me. I would take my time with her break her slowly like a cat with a mouse her faith was strong in her mind. this was going to be fun she didn’t need to clutch her life vest

It floated under her until she saw the truth in my eyes then she sank ever so slowly. Just a hint a first the loss of the sure smug smirk then the slow droop of the shoulders, faith dripping from every slash and tear in her religion

Then I stopped just long enough to give her hope just long enough to let the feeble light break through the darkness she was unsure at first mistrusting I had done too well then her face lit up as though his “sacred” blood pumped through her veins

She never noticed the hope puddling at her feet dripping from the holes in her faith. In the end she cried out like they all do “why have you forsaken me” in the end she clung to me the only reality in her barely existent life

Blood is blood no more scared than the most faithful sinner.