20 February 2013
Her heart distorted frantically in the eerie night air; the once dank haven of her beloved crypt stood ablaze; ashes crashed towards her, they wove fast into her auburn hinted hair; the charcoal smoke smothered her ghostly skin and fumigated her already decrepit lungs.
She did not care.
She intently listened for a sound beyond the crackling red rage of heat, beyond the crazed cries of the wild townsfolk; their accusing glare did nothing to her demeanour -only a slight irritation niggling in her mind.
No, her devotion to detail strayed to the deep, depth well of her crypt; etched in her memory a million moons ago, this same night -only centuries apart; her life played over again and again, trapped in the hollows of time, always a step behind of this never-ending game.
The distortion of her heart ripped apart her spleen.
'Nooooo' her flaying heart screamed, 'this couldn't be happening again'.
But it was, it was -at a rate she did not suspect.
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PART 2
Whispers she had heard in dreams before her curse, distant echoes of lost scrolls no one ever paid attention to attack her in viscous force. Lilith's damnation overcast her pure crystal heart. Kirsteen never saw it coming -ignorance made her complacent, it blinded her reasoning.
Her rebirth of 666 years came at a price, a price Lilith eagerly savoured. 'An eye for an eye' she callously chanted back then; the century spell -never uttered before, seeped poisonously into Kirsteen's soul; perfecting its sinister hold, changing, twisting her slowly with each rebirth, her rise; her demonic deliverance.
Molten streams trickled down from her crimson-red-raw-dagger eyes onto her black-ashen smeared cheeks. Fire reflected off her iris, mimicked the growing flames across the clearing of the disjointed forrest; the townsfolk rarely came out to this part of the woods, something stirred, something had upset the balance; the irk in their eyes answered in song as Kirsteen's glance scoured through them. They were petrified, yet their unity, their drive to torch the crypt at this godforsaken hour, under this alluring full moon was foolish, too foolish...
Kirsteen's skin fought, lurched -compulsion overtook her senses. It tore deeply. Her once innocent crystal heart was no longer clear.
PART 3
The moon sang to her; a lullaby to ease her suffering, it gently teased her -enticed her to quicken her monstrous metamorphous. Kirsteen stammered her ground.
N-n-no.
Her translucent skin scurried chasing rugged-fur, pasty-cold-deathly-skin then back again; undecided, tormented, which of the past creatures it should embody this final time -that was the plan; 666 years to learn, unlearn -then learn again; same prison in different realms, in different bodies. The same mind intact -though now a little twisted, gorged and deranged. Lilith's hold still strong -yet Kirsteen felt liberated, this rebirth was different, under this moon, amongst this crowd, beyond the crackling roar of the inviting flames, her crypt summoned her -it summoned her entire attention; the pull it had on her gave her strength of the two intertwined worlds, the earth and the underworld. Kirsteen rose unrivalled for the first time in centuries, her steel claws juxtaposed dangerously against her already dying, carcass skin -yet she never felt younger. A satisfying hunger swept her lips, her bloodlust eyes scanned in quick succession for a celebratory feed, a feast worthy of a queen -she was spoilt with the majestic offerings of the moon, the calling for tonight, a success.
~ Copyright Ozlem Yikici 20.02.2013
Beyond the Crypt - 1-3 • Opuss № I