The Immortal

Coffeecans · #1 15-03-2013, 11:04 PM

I sat in the large dungeon that I call my home ever since. Dark stone walls, with fire torches casting flickering shadows as if it was alive. On the walls hung huge gold frames with painted portraits of my love. There was nothing but the moonlight casting its brilliant light through the huge windows, shedding its brilliance on the corpse in front of me.

Her hands were crossed and she was smiling. Wearing that full white dress with an exquisite red emerald necklace. Her hair was white and there were wrinkles all over her face. Still she looked beautiful. She was my wife Elizabeth.

I sat shrouded in darkness with tears.

I walked towards the window and glanced out the mountains that was covered by darkness. And I could still hear that shrieking laughter from the woman who took everything from me. Everything except my life.

The crows were noisily crowing away, sending echoes in the dungeon walls.

How long has it been? How long have I been living?

I've known Elizabeth for a long time. We have been through so much just to be together, but I didn't expect her to leave me. Why has it to be her?

Me: Curse you Kayla! Curse you!!!

Coffeecans · #2 15-03-2013, 11:47 PM

I met Kayla in the countryside in Scotland. Life was carefree and enjoyable. And we grew up together, with another good friend Kayla. But the feelings I have for Kayla wasn't exactly the chemistry but more like siblings. And with Elizabeth, the feeling was mutual. We grew up to be teenagers and still had fun playing together until one day it was invaded by foreigners. Barbarians. They came, raped and murdered whoever they see and the three of us hid. I took Elizabeth and hid in the basement. There was only space for the two of us. So I told Kayla to find another hiding place.

Kayla was terrified and the only place she could think of is the cupboard. And she jumped in and hid herself. The door slammed opened and the barbarians came in. Ransacked the whole house and search for any living people. I covered Elizabeth's mouth as they stepped on the plank. Luckily they did not discover that we were in there. But Kayla wasn't as lucky. They rammed open the wardrobe door, pulled her out.

Kayla landed on the floor and the only sound she could hear was the barbarians laughter as they took off their clothes and tore her clothes, and humiliated her. She was screaming "Help me...help me, please." But I did nothing. I feared Elizabeth would become a victim. I closed my eyes and waited.

Her screams died down as she resigned herself to fate. She did not know how many of them took turns. After they were done, they carried her back and she shouted.

Kayla: I will never forgive you. Curse you. Curse you!

After Kayla was taken away, I took Elizabeth out and the whole scene was filled with corpses and blood. A sight that I could not forget. In the distance I saw Kayla being carried away.

Elizabeth hugged me and we took refuge in a huge abandoned dungeon.

I didn't know where Kayla was but the only thing was to make sure that Elizabeth was fine.

Kayla was brought back to camp and her fate was dreadful. She was once again humiliated as she gripped the soil. Hatred burned in her. She was furious and vengeful. She could not take it anymore, she clawed one of the barbarians and kicked them on the balls. She cursed. And cursed.

She was feeling something in her calling out. Something sinister.

*Yesss.... curse.... be furious... he could have saved you but he didn't... he didn't... he sacrificed you in order to keep her safe..... hate...hate...build the hatred.... come....walk straight to the cave.... and I shall filled you with endless power.... take revenge....*

She walked and walked until her sole bled. but she continued, following the darkness in her. And finally she saw a green flame at the corner, where a robed lady stood before her. Red eyes and badly wrinkled skin. Her nose was crooked and she smelled badly of decay. She was the sorceress, where even the barbarians feared.

Elizabeth and me had been fleeing ever since that invasion. We had ran from place to place, hiding ourselves. And our love grew each and everyday. We have lost news of Kayla. After years of fleeing, we finally settled down at a dungeon that seemed to detached itself from the world and we made it our home.

Kayla became the disciple of the Sorceress, learning each and every thing she could master; killing each and every barbarian who humiliated her. She turned them into dogs and slaves with her sorcery. And killed the sorceress who taught her everything. She was more vengeful than her master after learning that it was her who ordered the barbarians to attack the village.

Kayla took the head of the sorceress and threw it away. Kayla's sorcery outshined her master's but it had a requirement. She had to have sex with the virgin boys. And that was the job of the slaves.

I took up the job with the royal army. After years I was soon to be titled Knight. It meant security for me and Elizabeth. But these soon came to a halt when the war came and I had to lead the war against the barbarians.

I couldn't believe my eyes. What stood before me looked hideous but familiar. Kayla. She was leading them. It was a long fight which lasted days. And finally we triumphed. I took the blade and slashed it down Kayla. Before she breathed her last, her fingers wrote an incantation on me with her sharp nails, making it bleed before she spat her blood out. And that shrieking laughter was something I can't forget even till now.

Kayla: Let's see how things turn out for Elizabeth and you... I curse you eternally... haha... hahaha...hahahahhaha... she said was she rotted.

No matter how much I tried, the mark on my arm wouldn't go. And I thought it was nothing.

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Coffeecans · #3 16-03-2013, 12:10 AM

I woke up by the honking of the cars in the busy streets of Hong Kong with a terrible hangover from last night. My small little room was full of junk. And beside me was one of the clubbers I brought home. I couldn't even remember who she was. But she was hot.

She was sleeping soundly on the bed naked. Her curvacious body and smooth complexion, long slender legs and executive looking short hair was just too irresistible for me. I was having an erection again. My hands reached for her c melons, twitching her nipples in between my fingers and played with it. I rolled over to her and spread her legs. I couldn't resist looking at her facial expression when I penetrated her. Her eyebrows arched and her lips parted slightly, letting out a small exhale.

Girl: 不要。。不要。。。

I ignored her and continued pumping. She was getting wetter and wetter.

Me: Are you sure? Your below doesn't seem to be agreeing with your thinking.

Girl: 你好坏。。。

I thrust her more forcefully as she cramped her legs on mine and suddenly pushed me down on the bed and rode on me hungrily, with her eyes still closed. She was letting her subconscious mind control her.

Girl: 不行了。。。我。。。。要了来。。。啊啊。。。。

With that she splurt out a huge load, spraying on my body. She laid on the bed, tired to continue but I carried on fucking her missionary until I fired my load on the breasts.

Girl: 讨厌。。。又射在胸部。。。粘粘的。

I ignored her and rolled over to the bed.

She got up to the toilet and washed herself before coming back, begging for another round.

How long has it been? I have lost count.

I travelled to many countries, trying to figure out about the way to erase that symbol off my hand but prove futile. Everytime I went to the priest, bomoh, or any medium they would just shook their heads, stating that they can't undo this ancient magic.

Yes, I could not die. I have seen many loved ones dying before me. Now even after centuries, I have learnt not to fall in love easily anymore. And discovered that having flings might not be a bad thing at all.

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