"Dad?" Lucy Ren had spoke softly as she finally ate her last bit of veg from the wooden plate. Yes, for the plate was wooden, and there was no folks or knives to eat with. Her rags and shack of a home - a two bedded four roomed shed, was an obvious inclanation of her family's status in the world. But this was normal, for many people.
"Hm?" The father regarded her, almost coldly, not caring as he stared at his wife, moving almost completely naked around them, dumping the wooden plates into a bowl of dirty water recieved from the local river.
"What's happenin tonight? Is it a party?" Lucy sounded excited, her hands in her small childish lap, her black hair long, scruffy, and dirty, almost wired down over her cute and bright face. Happy smiles, of which, turned to a pout at her father's comment.
"No - WELL..." He shifted from the creaking chair to stand behind his wife, to fondle her behind. "Yes, a party for you."
"For me?!" Lucy quickly stood up and then came to her father's side, "Oh -oh! Is it because I stole those things for Daddy?"
He simply nodded while the mother stared out of the window, with a teary face.
It was a dark night, the moon was full and the air smelt of blood, for in the middle of disused graveyard laid Lucy upon an alter-like Grave stone, chained, staring up to the sky. No, she wasn't afraid, it was all apart of the game her Father and Mother had planned for her. For her party.
But none of her friends came, only strange men.
They chanted strange words, said unholy things which gave a sense of fright to Lucy, finally releaising that she could not see her parents amongst the crowd of Black Monks.
They killed animals, bunnies, horses, poured the blood across her naked young form, of which now, they held down her screaming writhes of trying to get away. The chackles, although, held her to the altar, and nothing more.
Daddy.
Mommy?
The glistening of the knife came close to her eye, and she froze solid, not moving, stareing at the blade in total fear.
Momm, Daddy help me! Help me Daddy! Help me!
They gagged her.
A man came to stand over her.
He touched her.
Many held her head as the tip come to sink deep into her flesh, blood pouring down over her temples and eyes, blinding her in total red as she now gave out a shrilling shriek which echoed darkly with the Monk's omnious chanting. And finally, the blade stopped it's course, and now, the symbol was set forever in the bone of her head. The Pentagram, the sign of their cult. A sign to intice evil, a catalyst to demonic possession of which with the breaking of her virginity, brought her to total sin, and easy now for the possession stage.
They left her there, for days, starving, coming to reopen all the wounds, to continue their ritual, until, one night as the local village came to their bedtime, in the distance, the old graveyard burned to the ground.
The villagers investigated, putting out the fire with the cost of many more lives to discover, freshly burnt bones of almost every single of the cult members laid out in the shape of the Pentagram....
From that night, no one could find a survivor. Not even the little girl known as Lucy... But some say, she survived the ritual, and now haunts humanity, killing off all those who stand in her way of revenge.
The death, of all mortals. And, even... HERSELF!
"Shut up Brian, your scaring me!" The girl slapped her boy friend, as he laughed out at his spouse's terror.
"It's only a little story, local legend and stuff. But seriously, it did happen!" He then pushed her to the ground, kissing her lightly upon the lips.
"Mmmmm, what does she look like?" The girl cooed into the kiss.
"Don't know, they say she burned with the rest of the cult. Even her parents... Hey, Renna, why are you interested in this tale? Can we just forget it and... Have the fun we come up to have in this old house... Come on, take off your clothes and let me work my magic."
They kissed, they made love, but the boy, like the others, was never seen again.
"Hm?" The father regarded her, almost coldly, not caring as he stared at his wife, moving almost completely naked around them, dumping the wooden plates into a bowl of dirty water recieved from the local river.
"What's happenin tonight? Is it a party?" Lucy sounded excited, her hands in her small childish lap, her black hair long, scruffy, and dirty, almost wired down over her cute and bright face. Happy smiles, of which, turned to a pout at her father's comment.
"No - WELL..." He shifted from the creaking chair to stand behind his wife, to fondle her behind. "Yes, a party for you."
"For me?!" Lucy quickly stood up and then came to her father's side, "Oh -oh! Is it because I stole those things for Daddy?"
He simply nodded while the mother stared out of the window, with a teary face.
It was a dark night, the moon was full and the air smelt of blood, for in the middle of disused graveyard laid Lucy upon an alter-like Grave stone, chained, staring up to the sky. No, she wasn't afraid, it was all apart of the game her Father and Mother had planned for her. For her party.
But none of her friends came, only strange men.
They chanted strange words, said unholy things which gave a sense of fright to Lucy, finally releaising that she could not see her parents amongst the crowd of Black Monks.
They killed animals, bunnies, horses, poured the blood across her naked young form, of which now, they held down her screaming writhes of trying to get away. The chackles, although, held her to the altar, and nothing more.
Daddy.
Mommy?
The glistening of the knife came close to her eye, and she froze solid, not moving, stareing at the blade in total fear.
Momm, Daddy help me! Help me Daddy! Help me!
They gagged her.
A man came to stand over her.
He touched her.
Many held her head as the tip come to sink deep into her flesh, blood pouring down over her temples and eyes, blinding her in total red as she now gave out a shrilling shriek which echoed darkly with the Monk's omnious chanting. And finally, the blade stopped it's course, and now, the symbol was set forever in the bone of her head. The Pentagram, the sign of their cult. A sign to intice evil, a catalyst to demonic possession of which with the breaking of her virginity, brought her to total sin, and easy now for the possession stage.
They left her there, for days, starving, coming to reopen all the wounds, to continue their ritual, until, one night as the local village came to their bedtime, in the distance, the old graveyard burned to the ground.
The villagers investigated, putting out the fire with the cost of many more lives to discover, freshly burnt bones of almost every single of the cult members laid out in the shape of the Pentagram....
From that night, no one could find a survivor. Not even the little girl known as Lucy... But some say, she survived the ritual, and now haunts humanity, killing off all those who stand in her way of revenge.
The death, of all mortals. And, even... HERSELF!
"Shut up Brian, your scaring me!" The girl slapped her boy friend, as he laughed out at his spouse's terror.
"It's only a little story, local legend and stuff. But seriously, it did happen!" He then pushed her to the ground, kissing her lightly upon the lips.
"Mmmmm, what does she look like?" The girl cooed into the kiss.
"Don't know, they say she burned with the rest of the cult. Even her parents... Hey, Renna, why are you interested in this tale? Can we just forget it and... Have the fun we come up to have in this old house... Come on, take off your clothes and let me work my magic."
They kissed, they made love, but the boy, like the others, was never seen again.