Within the eerie dark a melodious humming thrummed throughout the endless abyss; as footsteps slowly followed and with them the eternal night became alight with a rich purple brilliance that penetrated the dark. At which point, the world emerged, revealing a seductive temptress gowned in an bewitching black dress, overlooking a man whose head hung low and back bent double like that of an old beggar, hanging from a stone wall, bound in black iron chains. Her skin as white as snow, her frame small, yet wickedly curvaceous for her size; but an air of mystery emanated from her confident alluring smile and her crescent moon shaped eyes took in the seemingly broken man’s form.
As he hung from the mountainous wall, with all the joints of his limbs bar his shoulders staked upon the cold unyielding stone, he appeared listless and without life; his long silver hair draping his face and his body was riddled with scars from times untold. His physique even now in this dire state seemed almost herculean in nature, as faint whispers of breath escaped his cracked lips.
Her hand slowly glided through the air brushing his hair aside, as she continued her soft tune, humming in contentment as she gazed upon this poor soul with a look of love and devotion. As she swept aside his hair, a fiery gaze could be seen and blood lust drowned the normally lightless world; but almost as soon as it appeared, it also vanished, as his hair fell back unto its place.
“How many millennia has it been and yet you still persist; no wonder the God’s once grew to fear you.” She spoke without missing a beat, as if the burning hatred in his eyes mere moments ago was merely a moment of the imagination.
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No answer followed, as the silence filled the world once more.
A devilish smirk reared itself upon her face as she looked down upon the man, uttering in a soft seductive whisper. “Did you truly believe she ever loved you?”
As soon as her words finished, he was encompassed with a blinding light, cascading over this eternal prison; his right hand merely a hairs breadth from grasping her face as his chains burned with a grossly incandescent radiance. His flesh seared and his bones creaked, as the bindings struggled to drag him back upon the wall.
Cracks appeared upon his chains as the wall began to give way, his rage becoming palpable as if time itself bent unto his smouldering gaze, as the stakes shattered. Yet still she stood uncaring, even as his bloodied fingers, alight with blazing flame threatened to capture her within his ghastly grasp.
The once dull iron chains, now glimmered in golden resplendence as they inch by inch, dragged his smoking body towards its resting place. Crimson viscous blood, oozed from his shackles as he once more hung lifeless upon the wall.
Without fear, without hesitation and without airs, she walked forward step by step and gently embraced his head upon her chest; whispering sweet words, as she gently caressed his thick lustrous hair.
“All of the pantheons are the same, but you and I; my poor little wolf.”
Leaning forward she gently kissed the crown of his head, with her seductive pink lips.
“That’s why I’ve come to set you free…”