NORTH
Slender fingers wrapped around a throat like the body of a snake.
His throat.
My brothers sorrowful eyes cried out to me in a way his voice never could.
Those dark irises held more meaning that a sound to break the silence could ever hope to.
They said, I love you. They said, I'm sorry.
They said, Save me.
But there was nothing I could do. Stood there, motionless. A stoic statue, barren and empty as the wind that echoed through the trees. Filled with meaning yet none could seem to find its way from my lips.
I barely heard the words that echoed from her lips, fell from her forked tongue. I only saw her devil eyes staring back into mine.
Beauty that raw could never be godly. The kind that came from fallen starts and blasphemous whispers.
Her faced had Satan's signature brande
