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Age: 100
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The Clever Prince
What more can be said The Clever Prince that has not been repeated endlessly before?
His true name has since been lost in History it seems, for the winner writes it and the Prince was always such. Indeed, various countries claim the Prince as their own and it’s hard to separate legend from the true fact or indeed if it was the one person and not a hodge podge of various adept sovereigns.
A medieval warlord of sorts, the Prince was credited with some curious states of affairs. He had a constant party going on, preferring to keep the night hours and slumber during the day. Appointing very capable advisors to run things during that time he only took part when required or when interested.
A socialite, decision maker, romancer and warrior. It was clear he was born to rule… though no one could quite remember when exactly.
After the old King died the line of succession was looking very shaky as there was no named successor, until the Prince showed up upon his pale horse. His brothers, who previously had not mentioned this sibling, then welcomed their long lost with open arms and agreed he was the one who was intended for the throne.
He was immediately plunged into a 3 front war of course. With the line of succession looking shaky the neighbouring kingdoms plans to consolidate their land and take over the kingdom. His advisors lamented the impossibility given the troops and resources available.
The Prince ordered a feast to be given and appeared to be supremely unconcerned about the idea of a massing army on 3 of 4 sides.
There was much dancing, wenching and consuming that night. After some time and in the smaller hours of the morning. The Clever Prince excused himself citing a busy day and implored everyone to carry on with the feast.
Two of the three opposing kingdoms sent notice of surrender in the following 3 days after this. They had each awoken the day after the banquet to find the heads of their elder sons impaled on a spear that had been driven into the stone floor with considerable force.
Attached to it was a note that read
“My Dearest King,
In light of your recent transgression against my Kingdom
I have been motivated to give you this friendly warning.
You will not wish to see the consequences of a failure to consider
this carefully. I trust this need go no further as I have
an abundance of spears and you have a shortage of relatives.
In my own hand,
The Clever Prince”
When queried why no action was taken against the remaining aggressor. The Prince is noted as saying “It will give the men a chance to stretch their legs a bit” with characteristic dead-pannery.
Preparations were made to begin the war and a month later both of the sides arrived at battle. The battle was to take place at night. The Prince wearing jet black leather armour and his troops charcoaled steel.
As the battle horns were about to sound, suddenly the ground began exploding under the enemy.
Troop concealed there for the past 2 weeks revealed themselves in an orgy of slaughter, completely decimating the enemies ranged attack and too deep in the middle for the footmen to reach them. After doing the damage they dove back into the tunnel, collapsing it behind them. Infantry and Cavalry alike became injured under the ground and horses screamed as their legs broke.
A barrage of arrows followed, severely injuring and killing many. The effect on their morale was terrible and the Prince led his cavalry into the heart of them. Him wielding twin swords , one small and light, the other heavy and terrible. They cut a bloody swathe through them, the Prince heading directly for the King sat in his golden armour.
When the Prince got within 10 feet of the King he effortlessly stood up on his horse and leaped from it onto the King , taking him off the horse and bit his throat out with what witnesses say was the strength and ferocity of a wolf.
The battle was over almost as soon as it had begun and the Prince sat on his ivory steed before his men and crossed his swords above his head as they chanted for him.
There was much rejoicing…
Until the rumours started.
The Prince was a devil, he had a secret sect of assassins that he used to carry out strikes, the Prince can’t be hurt by normal weapons, he avoids daylight, he hears everything even those things said in the dark of night.. ESPECIALLY in the dark of night. He could change shape and you never know when the Prince was watching.
Eventually a mob gathered and stormed the castle, the guards had long become terrified of their savior and did not stand in their way. They stormed up the main gate and to the castle. The Prince watched from atop the highest keep of the castle and smiled quietly to himself.
Though they searched every passageway , every tower and every square inch of the castle, they never found any other trace of him except a handwritten note pinned to the throne that the local priest read.
Dear Ungrateful Wretches,
In my extended absence
I hereby grant the throne to my eldest brother.
Your enthusiasm for my destruction has been
noted however, and you can expect that to
be returned in the fullness of time. If not on you
then on your children or your children’s children.
My wrath does not wane with the years.
Sleep Well
In my own hand,
The Clever Prince
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Dollihead
Neverending Victim
Her first boyfriend raped her, beat her and then stabbed her twice.
She was 12 years old at the time and had barely kissed anyone before. It almost instantly fractured her mind, though no one knew it at the time. She was told “what a brave girl” by patronising adults in the court room, berated by the defence lawyer “So why did you wear such a short skirt?”. They made her point on a doll what had happened to her. She was quiet and withdrawn. Her “boyfriend” got put in jail for a long time.
7 years passed…
Outwardly she seemed pretty normal, if a little shy. She grew up in a very attractive girl of 19 and everyone forgot about what had happened… except her.
Everyone always commented on how stable she was, and how it was unfortunate she couldn’t seem to keep a boyfriend despite being so pretty. She just smiled sadly and nodded, not discussing it.
Always the same, she could always find them, the abusers. Like moths to a flame with similar results. With a hopeful smile on her lips and a broken look in her eyes they always came over, told her it would be all right and that they’d look after her.
After she’d had her face mashed to a pulp and some ribs broken she always felt so… alive. No longer subdued by what she had done to her. Smiling serenely she’d get up, listening to the protestations of the innocent man, that she’d made him do it. She’d nod at him and agree, then push the knife into his stomach, stroking their hair as they fell to their knees, shushing them and telling them everything would be all right…
The police always found the bodies the same way, their skin was cut from each shoulder in a thick strip, left whole at the wrist to form a tendril of flesh. The “victim” then had these attached to the ceiling with several thick nails leaving their arms dangling helplessly. A rope around the waist usually held the weight. The damage to the body was incredible. The eyes were always removed and never found at the scene, replaced with glass ones instead. The genitals were sliced cleanly off and cauterised immediately to prevent bleeding and form a smooth patch of skin at the crotch. Body hair was always removed by a straight razor and their mouth sewn up. It is suspected that much of this is done while the victim is both alive and conscious.
The police were closing in, there was suspicions and the newest beater would likely be her last before she had to move and change her appearance, but what she hadn’t realised is that her insanity had caught the imagination of someone much worse than anything she could think of…
Her newest boyfriend went beyond what she thought of pain, yet still she stood and drove the knife in. This was her final test, her final step into damnation…
She stood back and surveyed her work, her puppet was finally finished, still and lifeless. Cleaning her hands she opened the door to leave and then she heard it laugh.
Closing the door, she slowly turned around as the corpse looked up, pulling it’s flesh free from the ceiling. “Ahhh Ryuu, You will be perfect”, it stared at her through the glass eyes and ripped open the stitches at it’s mouth by grinning widely. Revealing his nature, Malk Content blurred and suddenly his teeth were in her neck, pain and pleasure exploding in equal measure across her whole being. She was lost in the sensation, helpless when she felt liquid hit her lips. “Drink…. it’s never over if you drink”
She woke up in a room with a desire to drink like nothing she’d ever imagined, the thirst was incredible, the raw animal hunger.
“Hello my Dollihead” he said from through a barred window in the door. “I brought you a gift”
Suddenly paying attention to her surroundings she looked around. Huddled crying in the corner was a young male, he looked up at the sound of voices and she saw his face for the first time in 7 years.
Looking around she saw all her tools were hung neatly or stacked on a tray on a nearby table... slowly she smiled her first real smile since she was 12.
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"The monster in the mirror"
by AWARD WINNING POET Ryuu-Chan
There comes a time when you’re asleep
That makes the girlies want to weep
He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t lie
He kissed the girls to make them cry.
If by “cry” it means, to scream
He takes you when you start to dream
With snips and cuts to make you bleed
Asleep, awake, you’re never freed.
He’ll never stop until you’re dead
Broken, taken, in your bed.
Wicked grin, its time to play
He’ll make you whimper Make you prey.
Incubus with a pretty face
Will take you to this hellish place.
So when you sleep, don’t close your eyes
In case this monster should arise
Check the cupboard, check the bed
You’d better cross your heart instead
For when the monster comes to call
You’ll hope to never wake at all
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