The Vampire's Edenian Inamorata

Eden, Dreams, and the Woman

WARNING: This chapter has depictions of s****l violence and murder.

Pårdoqüe çî nölvål êzįtėrnø` xęz fįžær nostøl cœslönê ę āút lí ÿ mórtwå,žê blödd žūl wïr`

(Paradise is never eternal; thus, fire must consume it and let the mortals’ blood run wild.)

The last of seven stepped forward, and the mortals coward before her. They bowed in her presence as she strode across the dirt to greet Ęrêmø. Then the ladder came when the other sisters followed; they, too, faced Ęrêmø.

Unlike the god next to him, Sövœk acknowledged their presence and kneeled to honor them. The Worst, the first to approach, stepped closer and combed her nimble fingers through Sövœk’s curls. She teased him with a sultry smile, then turned to the other six, glaring her alabastrine eyes.

“My sisters spoke of you once,” she said.

“What is it that you heard?” he asked, glancing up at her.

She cackled and motioned Jealousy forward, then stared back at him. “Rise, Sövœk. No god is to greet us in such a manner.”

“He is no god,” Ęrêmø interrupted, chuckling, “but he possesses abilities no immortal could counter.” Both he and Sövœk exchanged wayward glances.

Sövœk, not wanting to upset the sudden celebration, removed himself from the sisters and wandered deep into the forest. Even with the birds flocking from tree to tree and the chirping that corresponded with them, Sövœk felt alone and tired.

Thinking of the golden river, he raced past trees and blooming flowers until he came to a ledge. The river raged and crashed against protruding rocks, but it stilled once his feet dipped inside the liquid. He melted into the waters below, meditating as the blessed water soothed his muscles.

Soon, he drifted into a deep sleep, with reveries of the woman he dreamt of before. This time, though, it was of a statue built in a land beyond Eden that resembled her likeness. Stairs coiled around her legs, thighs, and waist, stopping at her middle.

Strange men draped in cloth built this while their blanketed wives and mothers watched from the ground and spat on the dirt, disgusted with this erect monument.

“Death to us all!” a wrinkled hag spewed, turning to the young maidens who eyed her with caution. “Doomed are those who worship a fleshy husk of earth and clay. Damned are we, for the Void will be on his way.”

It was strange, her convictions. The bitter old woman could be mistaken for a manic switch, casting verbal lashes unto terrified virgins.

Unfortunate, Sövœk was… to wake from this vision, only to blink at the blazing sun above. He knew not what they meant, but his belly rippled, and chills slid down his arms and legs. It terrified him, this feeling.

And as he made his way back, he heard muffled whispers and moans coming from the lake. He crept over, avoiding the fallen leaves and crunching blades of grass. Peering from the side of a rainbow eucalyptus trunk, Sövœk shuttered.

A pregnant woman lay splayed under Ęrêmø, who drove his staff deep inside her folds. He smothered her in kisses so her cries would cease, and her back arched into the insect-infested soil, tears streaming down the sides of her face.

“Tell me, again,” Ęrêmø groaned, “who is it you worship?”

“You, Mÿånæ!” she cried.

“Give yourself to me, woman of Eden.” His member thrust harder—deeper—inside her. “Let my seed birth nations in my likeness and grace.”

Sövœk watched, disturbed by Ęrêmø’s disregard for the helpless woman who caved under his relentless strokes. Liquid seeped from her core, milky and red. And her wails multiplied as Ęrêmø left her.

Ashamed, Sövœk withdrew himself, running toward the village. Hoping he would cross paths with Jealousy. He had little knowledge of the anatomy of his pregnant mortals, despite creating them. He prayed to himself, wishing the woman’s suffering to end.

When he reached the spiked wall, the first of man, Álmü, blocked Sövœk’s path. His eyes pierced through Sövœk. Disgust and malice laced his pupils.

“Come no further, demon!” Álmü commanded. “We only tread in light.”

Confounded, Sövœk c****d his head, stepping closer to the man. “Is that what I am?” He chuckled. “Tell me, then, Álmü. How is it that you exist?”

Álmü shifted on his heels, unsure of himself. “He created us!” was all he spat out.

Shaking his head, Sövœk tugs on a pouch tethered to his side. “Ęrêmø discovered you,” he coyly replied. “But I… I crafted you. Molded you into something beautiful. Węlnœ came after, and she was brilliant. And your beloved god breathed life unto you both…”

His mind trailed off like he had forgotten something dear. Staring into Álmü’s eyes, he remembered. “The Sisters,” Sövœk continued. “Do they reside within?”

“The Sisters took their place among the stars,” Álmü retorted. “So shall you to your dwellings beyond Aüstøsæ.”

“What of the woman by the lake?”

“She has been blessed by Ęrêmø. May he guide her spirit and transform her with his Ethereal Flame.”

Sövœk lowered his gaze, treading his heels across the dirt. “Then she is already lost,” he murmured loud enough for Álmü to hear.

And as the moon rose in the sky, he crossed paths with the woman, who held a blubbering creature in her hands. It was covered in a gelatinous substance mixed with blood and urine but looked like that of a tiny man. Sövœk looked upon it with awe, amazed at what the mortal had done on her own. She was a creator in her own right.

The mortal woman turned to Sövœk, smiling up at him. “I did not wish for this” she whimpered. “How did I come to be? This mortal, if that is what you call us.”

Nonplussed by her, Sövœk kneeled beside her. Her judgments were refreshing, to say the least. But he did not pity her. Her smile, however, put him at ease. Once again, he felt peace. He glanced at her and her sleeping babe.

Her eyes sparkled in the night, filled with woe and emptiness. She did not love the beast she cradled. No. She despised it. Her arms lowered, and the babe rolled away, breaking its neck on impact with the ground.

Unsure of what to do, he picked up the small creature and held it in his arms. Bruises formed around its neck and chest, but the smell of after-birth caught in his nostrils. He desired a taste of the vernix coating.

The woman watched in horror as his teeth sank into the dead babe, sucking out its essence. But not a word spilled from her lips as he did. His silver eyes shimmered into a bright ruby. The poor woman, entranced by his irises, slumped to the side, exposing her neck.

Without a thought coursing his mind, Sövœk tossed the limp fetus and crawled over the woman, sinking his teeth into the exposed vein on her neck. Tears trickled down his face, his undying appetite for the mortal’s blood controlling his urge to break free.

Suddenly, a presence smothered him, sending him into a deep sleep. All the while, Sövœk grieved the loss of a young maiden and her babe. A vessel that looked upon him as something more than a demon.

“I am the monster they fear most,” he cried, curling into a ball in the void of his mind. “Whatever awaits me in the day, may I happily embrace it.”