Diary of the Demoness
Jan 29, 2004 2:28:31 GMT
Post by sanity on Jan 29, 2004 2:28:31 GMT
The ever-growing darkness that surrounds me, forever rips away the shreds of humanity that I have left from my previous existence. After living within the fiery confines of the dungeons, where the most foul and ferocious beast dares not make a snarl nor sneeze not even a sniffle as it is too afraid of what lingers within the abyss of the damned… my brief life as a sayjin does no longer seem so trivial. To take off your shoes and walk bare foot though the soft green grass that lies for miles ahead, quietly giving way under the pressure of your weight. To pick a rose then run the tips of your fingers over petals, letting the soft texture tickle your skin. To walk into a bar and to throw a man through a table because he just spilt his beer all over your new boots. It may be an old saying however it is true when they say that the simplest things in life are the things you miss the most.
After what has seemed over a thousand years of torture of the vilest extremes, my master has finally decided that he is to let me walk among the demons as their new princess… Princess of the Damned… Why this privilege has been stowed upon myself I do not wish to comprehend… it was as if after beating me until my body was covered with the stains of pain, a great sorrow come over him which seemed to then turn to compassion. It is strange to think that after I disobeyed his direct orders and on top of that, also stole the body of a sayjin for myself, he can turn around and forgive me… it is funny to think in amongst all the anger, horror and pain that feels of sorrow and compassion could exists. However I am thankful that those emotions can exist in this place as they are the feelings that saved myself from eternal damnation…<br>
I can still feel the pain of the dungeon keeper’s studded mace striking down hard across my bare fleshed back, piercing my body and cracking my bones while I lay face down upon a bed of burning coals with my wrists and ankles changed down so that I couldn’t move to escape the on going onslaught of attacks. The dungeon keeper’s heckles still haunt my dreams… tis the reason I do not sleep anymore. My external holes still throbs with from the countless ravages of demons upon my cold and naked body. They would line up for what seemed miles to their way with my body. Continually they would force themselves into my body, two to three demons at a time. I guess they thought that they would get threw the line more quickly this way. My constant bleeding and crying from their attacks would only aroused them more.
For what seem liked years I struggled to free myself from the ongoing assault… however my efforts were in vain. I knew that I would never escape their grasp. Eventually I gave into their demands. I was as common as a street hooker, except I was not paid for my services. The chains that bound me eventually came off, however I did not move… I couldn’t. After the years of this treatment, I began to enjoy the experience. No longer did the pain hurt my body… it became my pleasure. The tears of suffering became tears of enjoyment. For many years they controlled my body… they did what they wanted to do to me…after time… I was the one in control… I did what I wanted to do to them. The demons would attack my body with chains, whips… even their own bodies… and all I could do was ask for more.
It was then that the emotional attacks began… if they could not attack my body… then they would attack my mind. Slowly they turned my mind into the cold callous creature that has written the words before you… however this book may never be seen another’s eyes.
The hunger inside of my stomach grows… no longer can I go on without feeding upon the blood of a mortal. As my blood begins to decay I feel myself becoming weaker. I wonder now if I even have the strength to pass back into the world of the living…<br>
After what has seemed over a thousand years of torture of the vilest extremes, my master has finally decided that he is to let me walk among the demons as their new princess… Princess of the Damned… Why this privilege has been stowed upon myself I do not wish to comprehend… it was as if after beating me until my body was covered with the stains of pain, a great sorrow come over him which seemed to then turn to compassion. It is strange to think that after I disobeyed his direct orders and on top of that, also stole the body of a sayjin for myself, he can turn around and forgive me… it is funny to think in amongst all the anger, horror and pain that feels of sorrow and compassion could exists. However I am thankful that those emotions can exist in this place as they are the feelings that saved myself from eternal damnation…<br>
I can still feel the pain of the dungeon keeper’s studded mace striking down hard across my bare fleshed back, piercing my body and cracking my bones while I lay face down upon a bed of burning coals with my wrists and ankles changed down so that I couldn’t move to escape the on going onslaught of attacks. The dungeon keeper’s heckles still haunt my dreams… tis the reason I do not sleep anymore. My external holes still throbs with from the countless ravages of demons upon my cold and naked body. They would line up for what seemed miles to their way with my body. Continually they would force themselves into my body, two to three demons at a time. I guess they thought that they would get threw the line more quickly this way. My constant bleeding and crying from their attacks would only aroused them more.
For what seem liked years I struggled to free myself from the ongoing assault… however my efforts were in vain. I knew that I would never escape their grasp. Eventually I gave into their demands. I was as common as a street hooker, except I was not paid for my services. The chains that bound me eventually came off, however I did not move… I couldn’t. After the years of this treatment, I began to enjoy the experience. No longer did the pain hurt my body… it became my pleasure. The tears of suffering became tears of enjoyment. For many years they controlled my body… they did what they wanted to do to me…after time… I was the one in control… I did what I wanted to do to them. The demons would attack my body with chains, whips… even their own bodies… and all I could do was ask for more.
It was then that the emotional attacks began… if they could not attack my body… then they would attack my mind. Slowly they turned my mind into the cold callous creature that has written the words before you… however this book may never be seen another’s eyes.
The hunger inside of my stomach grows… no longer can I go on without feeding upon the blood of a mortal. As my blood begins to decay I feel myself becoming weaker. I wonder now if I even have the strength to pass back into the world of the living…<br>