Pose For Me

Come forth

The world doesn’t need your fake innocence,

It needs your inner madness.

-Mirali Soni

A strange phenomenon is said to take place every so often on the streets of New York. The city that is known for the Centre of excessive activity and the chatters amongst the citizens who reside in the town. Yet on this very day and this very moment there is an unsettling silence in the streets, the eerie silence contrasted heavily against the usual sounds. Citizens of the town remain in the safety of their home's, doors locked and guarded, all stores and Restaurants pasted a sign of 'temporary closure until further notice' nothing, no cars with the headlights imitating glowing fireflies that linger in traffic, no sounds of Birthday celebrations and no gossip. How has this come to be, to silence a town full life?

What is the meaning behind it all?

To any one new with the dream to have the city life must know one rule.

'When the Prince is angry it's every man for himself, be wary to not get caught in his unmerciful wrath'.

A small little frog unknowingly hops into the dangers of the night, separated from its mother. It hops around until it's further into the outer parts of town, definitely not a place for a little frog as itself. The tiny amphibian lands itself in front of a rocky pavement that is decorated poorly creating a trail to an old warehouse; had it been human it would have scrunched its nose from a very awful aroma of iron in the air. Through its eyes it sees dark figures, danger tingled its senses and a sudden movement of what seems like a human leg raises, before the little frog could jump away it was stripped of life by a large male dress shoe crushing the life away whilst painting the sharp rocks around it with blood and organs. The man with the scar running down his eyes lifted up his shoe to acknowledge the gory scene he caused. Half the frogs Skin is stuck onto the bottom of his shoe; he mutters a slur in his native tongue before shooting yellow mucus into the mess. He turns back into the rest of the body guards who stood outside with him that witnessed the scene and together they erupted in laughter.

There they all stood, the men in black. Anyone who is unfortunate to step in the same soul they reside in would suffer great pain and would make sure to be kept alive while getting mutilated. Indeed they are not a laughing matter yet Many would prefer them over the two men that sat inside. Through a window, two handsome men one with blonde Locs and the other with a midnight wave staring blankly onto a screen, dark aura looming in the air like a never-ending fire.

The Princes of the Underworld, a title they have well earned ever since Moscow.

In an all black suit casually leaning into a couch ankle over knee Vladimir watched every move of Rafael's expression and movements Through the corner of his left eye as Rafael observed every detail of the tape that was taken of Analisa's and the woman he's ever loved, an unreadable expression glued on his face while he watched the tape, a drunken Analisa beating Inessa's head in triumphantly screaming. The clenching of his fists nearly made every vein in his arm pop out, -knuckles turning crimson from the blood circulation that cut off,- the first sign of the dark corruption of his brother, something he has longed to see.

In Moscow, Russia the year 1995, Six year old Vladimir and seven year older Rafael were subjected to everyday physical and emotional damage by their father. Also known as Король подземного мира (The King Of Night). Daily he would witness Rafael's mental sanity begin to diminish slowly as did his, unfortunately there was nothing their mother could do to stop anything for she was not safe from his beatings as well. No one was safe, especially when he is angry. Rafael suffered horrendously under his father as he endured more harsh treatment from him and his fathers colleagues, if he cried or whined the consequences would be unspeakable. It was said to prepare him for he is to be crowned next.

He always admired Rafael for holding as much as he can. He always looked up to his brother until one day his brother didn't show, although physically and imagery Rafael stands in front of him, it was not Rafael. No a nightmare, a monster. It's said if you come face to face with your nightmares you will never be the same and indeed Vladimir never was. For dear life young Vladimir clung onto his mothers clothing as she wept fearfully, like a prize that is washed away at sea forever she looked at her son standing in the middle of the front door.

Rafael's body language calm; eyes dark holding a knife dripping with blood along with his face clothes and body while he held a string that conjoined two severed heads at the end A calming expression of exhilaration that accommodated his Nefarious lopsided smile. Seeing his Mother and brother cowering away from him in fear only enhanced the darkness that was slowly consuming his heart turning off every loving emotion that he was once capable of. But he did feel his heart beating oddly fast and he knew than how much more alive he felt at this very moment. Years have gone by and Rafeal has gotten worse having fully embraced his sinister corruption Rafeal fully sticks by his father's side - shipments or the grisly murders and trails of blood that follows-. The Prince. He was soon crowned and the favorite child of his father, besides his sinister dark side he was highly intelligent and skillful keeping mostly to himself and became a master at noticing lies and reading once emotions and recognizing once innocence, Rafeal would maintain his calm demeanor and that's what everyone feared. Vladimir would watch the streets clear out steering clear of him, students and teachers knew to think twice if they were going to mess with him or Vlad.

Witnessing the great power that Came with being brothers with the prince, Vlad soon started to follow in his steps first becoming a body guard for his brother until being side by side, they were soon the most feared; relentless and unmerciful. Wild demons they were to their people and since than laws were passed to keep everyone in doors when these two were out. Vladimir than welcomed the full darkness unable to maintain his composure earned him trips back and forth to the asylum it all came to a halt for Rafeal when the both of them saw their father beating his wife black and blue.

Launching himself to protect his mom the tables than turned.

The young Prince vs an old king, broken bones and blood painted the home but, in the end, Rafeal reigned Supreme fully claiming the crown to become king. Rafeal than realized he will put the Mafia side in the past until than and moved to America, but the past will follow and soon the underworld of New York knew of the prince and made sure to keep him at a distance.

This is what Vladimir loves to see, the darkness that comes within Rafeal's rage.

No one is safe when he is in this state, not even Him at this very second, how twisted. He has seen this sight of him before it was like witnessing the devil himself in action, rivers of blood and destruction it would be once Rafeal went into it. If only how far from the real truth he is, indeed Rafeal sits in an angry posture; back hunched over, dark eyes and veins ready to burst. The calm before the storm. Yet not even he notices the small smile that was beginning to stretch across Rafael's face.

Rafael switched his posture and leaned back legs still wide open while the high density curly mane draped his face as he kept his eyes on Analisa. The very woman that he always knew kept a darkness within her. It was no fooling, he had a hunch for reading people and ninety percent of the time he is always accurate he didn't even need to rest too much into her files.

The video cuts off with Analisa suffocating her with a pillow, and the screen turns black. Vladimir turns fully over to his brother waiting for a command but Rafael doesn't give him any instead a simple look of death was suffice enough to make Vladimir bow and make an exit slamming the door.

Rafael is alone once more, the calm Rafael, a scorching heat emanating but it isn't anger, no.

The throbbing in his pants seems to have struck his nerves as he started palming his massive bulge. A breathy moan escaped once he started to feel the sensational friction in his trousers, the room suddenly turned to a seductive steam and he tilted his head back, Adams Apple prominent as he swallowed thickly trying not to let out a moan calloused palm rubbing throughly whilst grinding steadily against the seat.

Analisa, the mysterious beauty creeped her way into his mind once more and a soft chuckle escaped his lips, canines fully extended. Who was she kidding? Certainly not him. A fool, Is that what she took him for?

How does one fight hard to be true to her God and yet crave sin?

All that glitters isn't gold.

From the second he looked at her, he saw right through it all, theory was confirmed when the cameras were installed. How many times has she played with herself lusting over another man? And still go to church and pretend to be a saint. Never in his life has he seen someone attempt to try and do both and succeed, the truth will always come to light.

Seconds go by as his palm begin to work deeper slowly leaning his heart back down with a pained expression, a few drops of sweat fall to his eyes his movements slow down, has he come? Not quite, whole Body paralyzed. Not even a muscle movement was possible. He sees them than -Soft dark brown hands- softly grabbing onto his thigh elegantly trailing them up the fabric until they land on his dressed abdomen. The awoken hard on in his pants stuck out painfully threatening to break free but he could see them clearly, Tight mocha Curls slowly come to view, face hidden between his legs yet. Yet the pointed horns in the side of the figures head stuck out like a sore thumb.

What is this? And what is that scent, fear was a word that forever left his vocabulary unless it's used towards others, he awaited and slowly it came to be, Analisa's face but not her eyes, yellow cat - like orbs are what decorated her features to stand out sinisterly, far different from the soft big brown ones but he loved this one more. With an Intense gaze the apparition let her eyes trail up his body hungrily and slowly and Like a cat she began her slow prowl menacingly lifting herself off the ground exposing the mini lavender bra and underwear set that looked almost neon bringing out the dark brown melanin she was blessed.

He could only watch intently with an Aw, this was her, her real nature, Demon like. It actually has a sexy ring to it. A queen, his queen, He wasn't even searching yet she was brought right to him. The darkness within that matched his and the blood lust, spreading her legs on either side she sits down roughly with a slap on his hard on that was sticking up making him grunt out strained pain, bringing her face down lower until their lips are mere inches apart the two engage in a heated staring contest daring one another to make a move. The twitching from the organ in his pants gave the consent away and within seconds her face came down harshly onto his, hungrily gnawing on each other's their lips molded, her fingers dig through his hair angering him.

Pulling her head way, she slowly she looks into his eyes a swollen lips sinisterly forming a Cheshire smile; indeed, this must be the true side to her. A bold move from the apparition, Rafeal's heart pounds with excitement as he stares at the demon; he never truly knew her, he just knew his attraction to her and women yet Analisa seems to have awaken new emotions. Was the s*x addiction really his cause to seek aid? Or just his escape from his reality that he could never escape from.

She was using him just as he was using her, how toxic.

It never went passed him how she feared and yet hoped to see more of him the real side.

let's not forget women fall in love with what they hear, how else was Eve deceived by a talking snake?

Maybe it was time to show her the real Rafeal, s*x wasn't the only thing he went in for, growling brings him back to reality; there is a demon amongst him, he's under a sleep paralysis, staring eye to eye with the beast he smiles once more before purposely digging his canines onto his tongue breaking the skin.

Rafeal wakes up with a huff, beads of sweat pooling through his face, but that wasn't all, there is also liquid pooling through his trousers sticking the material on his thigh. Licking his lips, he stares into nothing once more rising from his seat legs wobbly and weak from the release.

Therapeutically running his hand through his curled mane, he stares into nothing with a somber expression deep in thought, this was his realization.

She can have him now.

All of him.