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"Request" (2020)

  • Writer: bucky
    bucky
  • Mar 13, 2024
  • 1 min read

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The soft glow of melting candles lit the cramped living room in a warm, sunset orange. Wax spilled in thick rivulets down pine furniture, opaque white pools drying, adhering to the ancient floorboards underfoot. There, almighty welts peppered the wood, the pale guts spitting splinters across the foregone language savagely carved into the ground.ā£


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Leaning forward, Gabriel dragged coal-blackened fingertips across the carved sigils. With each deft stroke, the beautiful blonde whispered sordid secrets, forbidden wants and selfish needs. With each flick of his midnight-black tongue, Gabriel called to a master long unseen: a devilish beast lurking beneath the beds of children, creeping razor sharp claws around the hips of an adulterer, gleefully skipping at the edges of every human disaster. To him, the statuesque beauty called. ā£


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š•Æš–”š–’š–Žš–“š–šš–˜ š–’š–Šš–šš–˜, š–Šš–Œš–” š–˜š–šš–‡š–’š–Žš–™š–™š–Šš–—š–Š š–ˆš–”š–—š–•š–šš–˜ š–’š–Šš–šš–’ š–†š–‰ š–™š–Š.ā£


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š•øš–ž š–‡š–‘š–”š–”š–‰. š•øš–ž š–œš–Žš–“š–Œš–˜. š•øš–ž š–šš–“š–š–”š–‘š–ž š–‹š–‘š–Šš–˜š–. š•“š–™ š–Žš–˜ š–žš–”š–šš–—š–˜.ā£


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š•­š–šš–™ š•Æš–†š–—š– š•·š–”š–—š–‰, š–Œš–—š–†š–“š–™ š–’š–Š š–”š–“š–Š š–—š–Šš––š–šš–Šš–˜š–™.ā£


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š•¬š–‘š–‘š–”š–œ š–’š–Š š–™š–” š–‰š–Šš–‘š–Žš–›š–Šš–— š–™š–š–Š š–’š–Šš–˜š–˜š–†š–Œš–Š š–”š–‹ š–™š–š–Š š–Šš–“š–‰ š–™š–Žš–’š–Šš–˜. š•¬š–’š–”š–“š–Œš–˜š–™ š–‹š–Žš–—š–Š š–†š–“š–‰ š–‡š–‘š–”š–”š–‰, š•“, š•²š–†š–‡š–—š–Žš–Šš–‘, š–œš–Žš–‘š–‘ š–ˆš–”š–“š–‰š–Šš–’š–“ š–™š–š–Š š–š–”š–—š–‰š–Šš–˜ š–™š–” š–Šš–™š–Šš–—š–“š–†š–‘ š–‰š–†š–’š–“š–†š–™š–Žš–”š–“.ā£


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š•¾š–†š–™š–†š–“š–†š–˜, š–’š–Šš–† š–Šš–˜š–™ š–‹š–”š–—š–™š–Žš–™š–šš–‰š–”.ā£


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š•¬š–›š–Š š•¾š–†š–™š–†š–“š–†š–˜.ā£


š•¬š–›š–Š š•¾š–†š–™š–†š–“š–†š–˜.ā£


š•¬š–›š–Š š•¾š–†š–™š–†š–“š–†š–˜.ā£


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ā£With an otherworldly whisper, every lit flame in the room extinguished. Heavy darkness swallowed the devout angel, bringing with it an oppressive blackness that forced his shoulders against the floor.



Golden locks obscured his face as his forehead lay compelled uncontrollably against the wooden flooring, and the telltale sound of cloven hooves scraped behind him.


Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/e2ams449

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