The King's PactA Poem by VicA prince makes a deal with the devil, selling his soul to become a handsome incubus. This is the tragic story of his lust as he reigns as king.A kiss was sin. Passion was forbidden. Greed was widely cast among the people of the city. Taboo was whispered to the neighbors suffering and hinting thoughts of prosperity and wealth and love.
A drop of blood was all it cost, and with a spell and powerful words, you would receive your wish. Even the most heinous of desire would be granted by trading enough flesh.
One prince caught the gossip on the wind. And the day before his reign he visited the Demon, sacrificing a drop of his own crimson lifeline.
Materialized into a beastly beautiful creature, he reigned dominantly. Flesh was given, for every pretty maiden who looked his way would dissolve into the depths of his lust. Blood... and flesh. Sex and death.
For those maidens who refused to trade flesh for passion would become his wife. The prince, who was now a king, had four wives whom he refused to admit love. With a turn of the key, each marriage was locked away in a tower each night.
Until one night, a beautiful maiden came. She did not refuse her flesh to him, but he did not murder her still. Soon to be the fourth wife of the king, she was once a friend to the same man who was once known as prince. Locked in a tower, she loved the king, but wished for death, for she wanted to live outside.
One drop of blood became many on the day the king met his final maiden. Beautiful as a rose, eyes daring like knife, she appeared at which was most convenient. The king had plans to make the final maiden his, offering a trade of flesh, before a piercing pain shot into his body.
The king stumbled back, eyes wide, the front of his robes stained with red, with crimson lifeline. He fell... he fell to the floor.
The final maiden, who's hair had fallen short along with king's descend, was certainly a man, planning to send the beastly king into the depths of Hell earlier than bargained for, for he had found his long-lost lover. Releasing the four wives from her prisons, three flee away to freedom.
As the king's breath threatened to cease for all eternity, he gazed at the one remaining wife who hadn't disappeared. With a final glance upon the man who stripped her of freedom, she left.
“Wait!” cried the king fast. And he writhed in pain, reaching for his fourth wife as she slipped away, his childhood friend, she who was not murdered even though her flesh became his without refusal or force. His eyes shuttered, his breath ceased.
And his last words became known only to him, for no one other would be present to listen, “I haven't yet told you I loved you.” © 2012 VicFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on March 14, 2012 Last Updated on March 14, 2012 AuthorVicVineland, NJAboutLet's see. I'm a writer (wow, Captain Obvious here) and I came here when my friend told me about this place and I'm really excited to see writers like myself. To me, writing is more fun than any spo.. more..Writing
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