Shadow’s Sinner

Prologue

Drip, drip, drip.

Her crimson blood trickles from her mouth as her wide eyes glaze over with tears.

Pathetic mumbles cascade out of her, but nothing is coherent.

That could be because I hold the one thing in my hand that ensures her speech.

The one thing that took away all of her pleading.

Warm fleshy muscle slips and slides between my fingers as I hold up her tongue to show her.

A gargled cry falls from her bloody lips as her glassy eyes roll to the back of her head.

Fat tears run down her cheeks, landing on the forest floor beneath her.

This isn’t exactly how this was supposed to go.

This was supposed to be the last step, but she just wouldn’t shut up.

Screeching at the top of her lungs so loud for her God that the birds flew from the trees, and the deer scattered like wildfire was chasing them.

I reposition myself between her legs, prying her wet thighs apart.

My lip curls in disgust as I realize that she must have pissed herself from fear, or pain, maybe both.

The potent smell of ammonia reaches my nostrils, making me growl in annoyance.

Reaching my bloody fingers up towards her pussy, I slide in with ease.

Prodding around, I find what I’m searching for.

The thin piece of flesh that separates me from her innocence.

Ending what used to be her purity and sweetness.

My king will love his gift when he comes to collect her from the circle tonight.

I chuckle to myself as I make my way to standing, admiring my disciples, surrounding me with wonder and amazement in their eyes.

A low hum thrums through the circle around me as the disciples sing their praises to their master and their king.

“Disciples, tonight we give the gift of innocence to our king! Rejoice in the fact that he will praise and protect us from those who threaten our brethren!”

Hoots and hollers echo through the forest, the wind carrying it to the darkest corners.

Thrusting my hand up in the air, waving the bloody muscle around for all to see, I say, “Disciples I give you the tongue of another innocent tonight! Watch as I devour her lies, making it so that she will never tell our secrets again.”

My disciples hum their words of praise through the circle as I hold the tongue over a fiery torch, scorching the meat to a crisp, just the way I like it.

When the humming reaches a crescendo, I drop the toasted muscle onto my awaiting tongue.

Savoring the metallic, crispy taste of the tongue as it moves around my mouth, making saliva pool at the corners.

Swallowing it down, I reach into my cloak pocket, brandishing the ornate dagger, pointing it towards the sky.

Lightning flashes as the chanting in the circle intensifies.

Leaning down on one knee, I bring the dagger to the center of the girl's chest.

Big, round eyes roll up towards me with a pleading look, blood still bubbling up from her mouth with low gargled pleas.

Her God won’t be able to save her now.

Another flash of lightning brightens the sky as thunder rumbles through the forest.

I bring the dagger down on her chest, listening to it squelch through her skin.

Applying more pressure, I hear the resounding crack of her sternum as the sharp point penetrates straight through to her heart.

A rattling gasp rumbles up the girl's throat, eyes rolling back to her head, her body convulsing on the ground.

With another loud clap of thunder, she takes her last breath.

Her body stills on the hard ground, making a small smile spread across my lips.

Our protection will be granted from our king once more.

I rise to my feet, hands thrown skyward.

“Rejoice my disciples, praise our king as we offer him another sacrifice this evening! And so it is done!”

The chanting reaches a climax as an intense wind whips through the trees, carrying the praises along with it.

Our cloaks whip around us like the shadows of our king, reaching to drag us down with him.

The torches blow out, leaving us in darkness.