Infidelities Of The Faithful
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Concerning the secrecy and the rites of Blood. During this practice it is most wise that the Philosophus utter no word concerning his sacrifice, as if it were a Forbidden Love that consumeth him. (Crowley)
"Be mine."
This last time when I kissed her, it was rather deliberate on my part. And I felt a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders in the process. It is hard to describe really.. but I feel as if I have been liberated. And now I wish for her to be mine.. be my wife. Come and fill that void I have been denying for so very long.
Bryony became ill.. and nauseatingly so. Yet awhile later when she had recovered, her joy seemed writ upon her countenance. And remarkably she became.. the epitomé of health.. despite the fact that Thanatos, the Healer never had a chance to treat her.
"But.. what of your wife, Warrick?"
"She died.. long ago," I whispered at first, only to reiterate a little more audibly, "Long ago. Say you will be mine, yes?"
Bryony seemed eager, even plotting out the night ahead. For I was not sure whether she would want to wait until the knot had been officially tied by an invested cleric. Yes, she seemed eager, beseeching me to teach her tonight how to be a woman. And tomorrow, a wife.
Within the Executioner's home there lies a cellar.. common as most. Though his is almost utterly devoid of roots and the like. In their stead are various implements of torture. Devices meant to pry confessions from the damned.. before their eventual executions. I led my bride-to-be down into Priam's cellar.. for it is inside my heart to confess to her. Confess what truly became of Alexandra.. all those many years ago.
Pain is necessary to extract from me what I know will be difficult to say. Yet I never quite got the chance to employ her in a bit of my own need for torture.. for Bryony rushed back up the stairs out of the cellar and locked the door, leaving me to my own demise down there in the dark.
I have lost.. everything. And for a time..I feared I had lost my own life as well.
"Be mine."
This last time when I kissed her, it was rather deliberate on my part. And I felt a tremendous weight lifted from my shoulders in the process. It is hard to describe really.. but I feel as if I have been liberated. And now I wish for her to be mine.. be my wife. Come and fill that void I have been denying for so very long.
Bryony became ill.. and nauseatingly so. Yet awhile later when she had recovered, her joy seemed writ upon her countenance. And remarkably she became.. the epitomé of health.. despite the fact that Thanatos, the Healer never had a chance to treat her.
"But.. what of your wife, Warrick?"
"She died.. long ago," I whispered at first, only to reiterate a little more audibly, "Long ago. Say you will be mine, yes?"
Bryony seemed eager, even plotting out the night ahead. For I was not sure whether she would want to wait until the knot had been officially tied by an invested cleric. Yes, she seemed eager, beseeching me to teach her tonight how to be a woman. And tomorrow, a wife.
Within the Executioner's home there lies a cellar.. common as most. Though his is almost utterly devoid of roots and the like. In their stead are various implements of torture. Devices meant to pry confessions from the damned.. before their eventual executions. I led my bride-to-be down into Priam's cellar.. for it is inside my heart to confess to her. Confess what truly became of Alexandra.. all those many years ago.
Pain is necessary to extract from me what I know will be difficult to say. Yet I never quite got the chance to employ her in a bit of my own need for torture.. for Bryony rushed back up the stairs out of the cellar and locked the door, leaving me to my own demise down there in the dark.
I have lost.. everything. And for a time..I feared I had lost my own life as well.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
