Hercules (Rated R)

7.

Adonis.

My leg jerked as my soul came crashing down into my body, signaling my heart to ignite. A comforting darkness but I can still see a shining light, where was I? My nerves and muscles recalibrated, and I curled my toes, sounds of scrunching paper makes me furrow my brows. My fingers grip onto stems and what feels of wet sand and ... rocks? Inhaling the Sweet oxygen, I cough up the raw material stuck in my chest, dry tongue darting out licking my chapped lips.

Iron and dirt, Another dream.

Slowly I peel my eyes before wincing to the blinding light that seeped through my orbs. My vision is battling to align the colors and blurs, the sky. I'm staring up at the sky, a group of white pigeons flew in schools, I use them as a guide to steady my mind and the disoriented swirls of light before groaning to a sharp pain on the left side of my head. Trees with clear skies, rotting brown leaves hanging onto its last life source while the wind picked up with great intensity. Why was I on the ground? And ...

And who was that girl?

I lie on the ground motion less letting My mind run in miles finding anything and everything I can of her, they play brokenly in flashes. Plump succulent lips, breast, and legs firm and large with the curve of her waist. The taste of her smooth skin and the feel of her body under me, the sound of her voice, like melodic harmony calling to me like a siren in the sea, innocent moans and groans set a course an aphrodisiac in my body, Her face is what I wished to never forget, it is a face I wished to burn into my memory forever, but I could not, I could not remember. My memory could never return to what it used to be, the muscle has failed me before, but this was the only time it truly pained my heart. I lick my lips.

The taste of her juices drip like the syrup of melted caramelized sugar from her womanhood, the feel of her soft fingers reaching for my shaft, I wanted to do more, so much more to her. I lick my lips sensually to the thought of things I could have done to her, Spectacles of dust fly to face entering my nasal stream, the painful cough I sputtered were the sick reminder of my fantasies, snap out of it, sadly it was only a dream. My nose tickled with irritation, the pain in my body rendered me still until the wind blew what resembled strands, strands? Dark mocha brown strands of silky hair, another reality suddenly crashed into the crane of my novel, the wind is blanketing my entire skin, almost like my flesh is exposed, something lies on me with great weight.

It lies loosely yet heavily; the wind took another course and this time a stale scent enters my stream. With the strength I gathered from the stench my elbows prop to the ground digging further in while I raised my torso, woods, sand, trees and a body of a naked cold woman. I gasp in fear and disturbance scooting my body back to at least pry her off my leg, to my luck her head lifelessly falls to my left thigh near my erected shaft, icy pale skin met mine and I wanted to vomit.

I nudged her iced Porcelain skin, she doesn't budge. Not even a move of her finger, as much as I shook her, she never budged. In the middle of the woods, I lied stark naked with a corpse of a naked woman, the bile that was quickly rising to my throat felt like lava. My mistake was turning her head to mine, there I was met with sky blue lifeless orbs, stripped of its light. In a nano of a second, I flew to the nearest bush expelling all the content in my stomach, tiny ant bites were nothing to what I witnessed. The more I peered back, the more I vomited, who was the young woman? Why was she here with me?

"Mmmm, we had fun with this one last night." That voice it is him again, the demon that lives within my head. I don't know when he crawled in, but I needed answers on how to get him out.

"What did you do?"

"You mean we?" He chuckled to my dismay, ignoring my cries for answers in the middle of my despair. He is correct, he lives within me, although I wished him to cease such behavior and rituals, he overcomes me someway and I wake up with little to no memory of my nights and events prior.

"She couldn't help but fall for us, just like they all couldn't help it." He speaks like a snake. "f****d her so brutally she begged within minutes of the brutal thrusts against you, but of course you were starved, you just couldn't help yourself."

"N-no"

"My favorite was when she began to scream after you impaled her neck, draining her of all her blood."

To the corpse I peered, I killed yet another innocent woman, out of my knowledge and control. But I still committed it, since my freedom of the satanic cult that trapped me since a child, I have lived with demons ever since, doing my best to live far from humanity — a rustle in the bushes—. I stoically casted a glare to my left in time to watch a clothed figure duck to the bushes —but they never let me out of their site—, another rustle is heard before a black snake slithered lazily onto the ground. I watch it wrap its body around the woman's ankles slowly pulling her into the forest within.

The forest is truly alive, the trees really have eyes, and they watch your every move.

During the day I am my own conscious, I am my own boss, and I can see with my own eyes, but during the night I sleep, I sleep but my body moves and talks on its own, my other side. Blood and bodies follow me, and I choose to cast myself from humanity, searching for answers and anyone to lend me a hand.

Hungry, alone and insatiably horny. No company but the demons that watch and follow me, along with the demon voice of a prince in my head.

The woman finally disappears into the bushes, I bite my tongue to not crumble under the sound of her limbs being torn apart or the flesh being ripped from her skin, a cleanup crew at my dispense.

Bringing my knees to my chest, I bury my head into my arms "Next time it'll be -"

"There is ... no next time, I ju- just want you out of my head, out of my body and out of my life."

"But you die, if I do." He laughs.

I swallow to the truth of my fate, he occupies my body now, if he is exorcised from me, I will die. A fate I accepted but to cowardly to pursue on my own. I chose starvation but always end up full the very next day, my soul and stomach, with a demon with me, my human capabilities were little to none, I am exceeding the possibilities. Any cuts or gashes no matter how deep will heal instantly, I am the strength of a thousand warriors in one. Hurting myself is out of question, the eyes around me refuses to let the vessel of their prince be tarnished. I am trapped, doomed for a life I never wanted and prayed for, I don't even remember my old life I don't know the face of the couple that birthed me or even if I had friends, all I could remember was being taken to a priest. But this priest believed that real sacrifices are from the ones that are innocent, spilling the blood of young children enters any portal of the hellish realm you need to call upon any demon.

Abused, exposed, touched and tortured, the countless blood I spilled at such a young age should have ended my life. "You see, I saved you. You should ought to be more grateful."

I am never alone, he can hear all my thoughts he can control my emotions, but I can't match him at all. I must always be meticulous in every thing for there are certain things he has not learned of me, quickly I shifted my way of thinking before he follows, wondering back to the girl.

I have never seen a woman like her, "I need to ask you something."

"Oh, now you're speaking to me, they always come back."

Rolling my eyes, "You took over me last night, didn't you?"

"As I always, three a.m. is my strongest."

That I knew, three a.m. is the witch's hour, they come together at the darkest hour dressed in black as they prance around a drawing of a goat painted on a monument in blood, He becomes his strongest than.

But certain moons they do not.

"You had my body, but where was my soul?"

"Hmmm, so you felt it wonder I see."

"Just answer the question."

"Mind who you speak to pig, don't think because we share the same flesh that I can't just free myself through the bones."

I stay silent, stoic to the one of many usual threats. "Normally, I sleep. But this time I felt myself wander." Indeed, it was a wonder to me, my soul is always sealed away when he takes over, but this time I was freed, I was doing things of my choosing, she came to me as a shield, our strength and smarts became one. I felt her fear, I felt her warmth and the heartbeat.

Peering down to my hand, though her face blurred from the vision the touch of her skin was still evident, lustrous and creamy onto my palm. Like a creep I inhaled my hand hoping to sense of any lingering feminine presence, just dirt and soil. Something warm and tingly was sent like a wave into my chest, my heart beating with a feeling I don't know name of, but all I know is that it felt good.

Closing my eyes are my biggest fear, but I don't mind it if I'll be seeing her again. this hot feeling in my chest made me swallow, a sudden emotion that wasn't fear or depression gave me a slight hope that one day I could be free.

"Interesting."

My calming thoughts diminished with the sound of his voice, I am resting for too long, I have the sudden urge to move or to at least occupy my thoughts. Anything to distract myself from thinking of ... her. On wobbly legs I stood wincing from the throbbing organ in between my legs.

"Were still hungry, let's go to town for a bit."

The thought of hunger made my d**k twitch painfully, to be buried again into a warm and wet core of moaning women, I licked my lips feeling the dark hunger swallow my mind, blurring my conscious before Shaking my head from the urge "No, that was the last time, I refuse to keep killing these innocent women." To anyone who ever wanders around, what would they think seeing a naked man speaking to himself? though it is just myself and the serpent in my head, I still needed to be discreet.

"Your starving, admit it. Town isn't too far from here."

My body battles between evil and good, I can feel my conscious slipping away allowing the darkness to wrap around me once more. My mouth begins to foam to the unbearable sound of a screech or what resembled a dog whistle into my ear canal, A blinding headache makes me throw my head back. The usual chanting's of the demons that follow me around luring me into temptation. One minute I am in control of my movements than the next I watch my feet move on its own, like a zombie I walk without conscious - welcoming the sin and blood thirst of the demon-.

In broken staggered breaths I fight to speak, "Pl-please" hoping that could be a wake-up signal, No avail. Dark purple colors and stars swirl around my orbs, soon to blinded me from light and awareness, my veins scorching with a crying need matching the drums of my heart. The urge growing stronger, I feel my canines extending to the length of sharp knives, the sound of life not too far with essence of women. They giggle and laugh with sultry clear voices while speaking an unusual language, accents thick with the rich aroma in between their legs, they sound huddled up in a bunch.

Leisurely I feel my arm rising behind a bush, prickly tiny branches and soft leaves as I tugged open a hole to look into. Brunettes' blonde's and red heads. They sit across from each other on a table laughing away with short attire, eyes hidden by the black shades. The atmosphere is calming, the society I have always dreamed, deep in their conversation to notice the man lurking within the bushes, watching their every move. Worry-free, that life was stolen from me since a child. I stare into the sea of variety, eyes softening from until my head involuntarily jerks from the sudden sharp sound into my canal again.

The whistle growing louder and louder nearly threatening to shatter my brain, "The only way to make it stop is to do what you are told." He says darkly, unhappy at my noncompliance. thick Liquid oozing from my canal and eyes, an iron smell making the situation unbearable. At any moment now my brain really will shatter. The foaming increases and I feel the canines sharpening piercing right through my lips, an inward battle ready to have my bones contort within.

"Mommy I want ice cream." A mini little voice made my neck twists slowly, the sound of a pop made me wince but invincible to the pain. A little girl, Dark brown hair brushing her puffy cheeks with an ivory complexion in a blue little dress, her tiny fingers entangled to an older woman. Under the sunset they walked keeping distance of the forest. My eyes locked on her mother, slender and firm, dark fiery hair neatly brushed and tied in a high bun, tanned skin and perky bouncing breasts. I'm entranced by her aura melting to her feminine scent, nature did her no favors by blowing her dress to my direction, the cloth black floral flew upwards letting my eyes capture a thin black strap of her undergarments.

Creamy Thick long legs supporting her wide hips. With haste she brings her dress down, peering around to any eyes that caught the perfect view I did, face changing color from creamy white to crimson red. My eyes dug to the back of my head at the sound of her giggles before she spoke, I feel my mouth watering. All familiar signs before the real dread comes to be, violently I shook my head with the small amount of control I had left angering the demon. I refuse, my hunger and pain will grow, but orphaning the child will cause the human part of me to suffer more for the rest of my days.

He chuckled darkly in me; I can feel my mouth moving but it isn't my doing. "I'm going to enjoy sticking it in her stomach."

My control is weakening, I'm too weak and powerless to go against him. They were right there; all I can do is use one of his abilities and I could hypnotize her to me, suddenly she sensed she is being watched and began to peer around in question. Eyes still hidden behind the dark shade of her protectors, she will see me, and there will be attention, he hates it. Luckily than a sudden shimmer caught my eye, Deja vu.

My demon eyes are locked on the woman, but my soul can sense an escape, a sharp glass not too far from me, the small light of the sun casted down on it like a holy grail. It points upwards like a trap, I don't have much time, with a grunt I fight to bring my leg up with haste while it was distracted. Just as she was about to look at my direction my foot came down roughly on the shard. The demon flees letting my mortal flesh feel the pain.

"Foolish Pig."

I stifle my cries squatting down. Peeking through a tiny gape of the bush, the woman shrugs her shoulders before walking away with her daughter. "Agh." the shard disappeared deep within leaving out a quarter of the bottom beneath, my foot leaks dark thick liquid profusely, I can feel it going cold, I must have hit something vital, Although I can't die, it hurts Like a b***h. I forgot what pain felt like, I caught him by surprise.

"AGH," touching it only increased the pain, my fingers slippering from the excessive blood pooling, white blood cells rushing to my defense, a fever is brewing. Through my pain and suffering I managed a chuckle.

"Laughing at your stupidity?"

"Wouldn't be relatable to you, but this is the first time I have felt human actually." I could feel my tears becoming. He spoke no more, allowing me to cry to myself from the stinging pain under my feet. In agony I muffle my cries tugging at the shard, my silent cries seemed to have caught the ears of a few passing bodies passing by. I bite my tongue.

"Lost your bravery?" It chuckled, the shard somehow digging in deeper to the center of my foot. "Any deeper and you'll lose the leg, this is a healable wound, just stick it in deep within a chosen womb."

"No."

"Hmph, then suffer pig."

"It's a shame, you will lose a vessel,"

"There are more out there."

"But it'll take you another thousand years to get out of the realm wont it?" I speak gruffly breathing out the sweat on lips while gritting my teeth, Ironic how I need to be free yet expect him to save me at the same time. I took his silence as a cue, "Easily you could always find another vessel, but within those thousands of years the very witches today will all be dead. Who will hold the book with the spells? who can have access to the forbidden tongue?"

A low growl rumbled in my chest, Got him. Or so I thought, with every fiber of my being I bite down hard on my tongue, silencing the cry that constricts in my chest, bathed in sweat and blood. Depper the shard goes in nearly shattering my bones in pieces. A slow painful process, People taking a glance at the bush before strutting away fast in fear, in horror I watch the point of the shard appear at the surface before ripping through the skin and tissues.

"I just have to say pig, you have a bravery within you that I want to break. Dare speak to me like that of a puppy and I'll have your bones conjoined." The sound of nearby screams and sirens caught my ears, my strength diminishing with the blood loss. Tears fall like rain, pain unbearable but I managed to use my hands; gripping the soil to glide away, each glide struck the leg. I finally collapsed to the ground a few miles away unleashing a shriek loud enough to scare away a school of birds in the distance. Peering down to my numb leg I watched the shard emerge slowly breaking through the surface of my skin. Faint blood drops fly to my face, the surface of my feet stretching until the shard fully emerged from my skin, loose nerves and veins fall like strings.

"This is your last warning pig, next time your whole leg will be gone." Was his last threat to me, Voice disorienting and slurred as I stared off into the distance sky, vision fading and blurred.

To the clouds I stared, waiting for the darkness to enwrap its arms around my body, always alone, this was my future. A smile on my face seeing thinking of her before falling to sleep.