Crown by Reality

Snow White: Hunger of a Monster

What was once a warm, full of life glowed within her eyes descended to a cold, broken but forever still, considered to be a priced gem eerily glowing in the little darkness her room provided.

The Monster grinned revealing the white pearly teeth, reaching to her ears in a morbid way. The sight itself, a young woman leaning against the window with her thin fingers visible, bloodied fingertips bask in in the sunlight. An embodiment of pure innocence and beauty turned into into something more sinister... thing. It  never fit such a creepy description.

It was a strange feeling how her chest tightens, the way how her lips could not seem to part nor even try to close without even trying, try as she might but no sound cannot draw out a sigh nor a sound past beyond at this point. What does she feel aside from the tightening of her heart, struggling to kept her heartbeats to a steady beat? She could not even bare to spill out a word, her sweat slides down from her forehead to the sleigh of her chin, a small drop fell to the ground and it was enough for a tear drop to echo in the place of pitch-black darkness.

Snow White saw from the corner of her eyes, an unmistakable limey green appendage slowly slides in an attempt to touch her. Her senses tries to shield herself from the threat of death urging her to stay still, in vain her eyes can only expressed how much fear tries to overwhelm her in desperation to flee.

“Where do you think you are going?”

A smooth voice of a woman and a mixture of a silky voice of a woman intermingles so seductively together, she would not have expected otherwise coming from the drooling, decaying odor, toxic putrid mouth dripping a drool made out of diseases and sickness. Unbefitting, yet it was what came out from their elongated jaw spelling death over the plane of existence which Snow White stands idly still. The smoothness of their voice sends an unexpected chill down on her spine, a drawn out trembling, shaking breath from her lips as he slides next to her. Be brave, she told herself following the Monster’s movements.

She was the descendant of a thousand-years of Royal generation of strong men and women, forged with bronze, silver, gold interlaced with iron, a soul brave with the heart and mind impenetrable.

Snow slowly turned her head to see the Monster face to face right in front of her, head-on she stands in her place, never once breaking an eye away from the monstrosity’s form. The sharpened claws, was it there before? Anything can be possible, after all, at some point they are unpredictable. Into the unknown she ventures in almost blindingly vulnerable. Her palms rolled into fists, holding the crawling fear into a tight grip of control from ever escaping her grasp, oh she will certainly make sure that her nails were as sharpened than this monster can able to drag it itself with blatant show of promise that will otherwise cutting her head off.

Where does she think will be going, quite the answer is it not?

“To your death.” was her plain, laced with poison that drips from every words she spat. Cold yet an unfurnished everlasting fire coated her eyes. Never mind that she was in the dread of death, the threat of being killed but she will be damned if she didn’t take a stand against the foe she sworn to kill for the sake of herself. Her people. And her Kingdom.

The Monster has yet to cut her head off, the fanged mouth contorted into a grin, a maniacal widened smile ripping apart their face, then their eyes from their head trailing down to the widespread back, sloshing with sticky slime, bulging in almost popping in and out of their sockets flashing the green iris. They have not eaten for days, for months, for years, a decade has passed, then finally centuries came to a halt when the child of the Pure came forth, stepping foot in their domain. Oh yes, they would relish on trying to cut her head off after he has set her off with searing fear. Will they have the time for that, ah, their stomach growls in demand, gnawing for a fresh set of meal, a delectable taste for blood that they could not help but drool in all the more.

“My death…? Ah, are we so sure about that, a mere mortal?” they cooed in a sickening taunt. They’re mocking her. Every jab to her pride only erases every inch of fear she accumulated, no one can degrade her any longer.

“Do not test me,” Snow quickly retorts in place, eyes narrowed to slits, a glare intense rivalling of a surging fire. “I am not simple fickly human you so called a mere mortal, you disgusting, vile monstrosity.”

But to what, how would this Princess ever know that she wasn’t the only one to ever say that outright with pride in an attempt to kill them? How adorable, listening them talk futilities to nothingness, feed their arrogance and they will end up being devoured by him. They can remember each time how their heartbeat crushed against their fanged teeth, blood and entangles of intangible lay a feast in their tongue, the wrenched flesh, their muscles melted like wax as if they never existed at the first place.

They never forget.

“You amuse me. To what extent however before the dawn of reality claims you before I have tasted your defeat?” they chuckled once more, explore, indulging themselves in sickening sweet, tasting morbid delights. It was a feeling they could not explain that well, they find themselves aching for the blood, the scent of tears and blood, the screaming pleads to spare the lives of the foolish mortals. How utterly foolish!

“You will not, you will not have a taste of my defeat but rather victory.” Snow White wished she could move, move her hands to get the Obsidian Knife around her hold. Send them to the deepest pits of hell where this sinful Monster deserves. Make them suffer more ways than one, for the injustice he caused she wanted nothing more than to deliver what he rightfully deserves. "The victory that will leave nothing but the bittersweet poison in your lips."