However, once we arrived to the shore remembered the words of the Nymph Lethe, the Greek Goddess of the river of oblivion who gave us a few drinks and songs in our departure, the newly dead drink from her waters in the entrance of Hades.
And at it's exit, the ones who re-birth must wait obligated 2 seconds who seem as an eternity to sip in and ease the memory of pain, if not drank from the marshal of Memory, who again, whatsoever, as soon as ever, seeing it had never thought to be fixated and, stood for a moment remembering how she cupped her hands to this time, and then said. "It will be alright, just go and open up, nothing is going work anyways so why bother, drink the mighty forgetfulness, what's at hand anyways that you will loose when that is so lastly."
I don't think she had words of wisdom, to me as hateful I could be, in my disbelieve to her satanic rituals were mortals posed their lips in her cup, and the druggists body sold their soul to forget, philosophers too neared her and what else, my husband Pallas. "Me?" Drinking swallowing to it? Had grown older leaving her a pretty large space between my lips, which condescended with sympathetic smile. "Thank you..." Insomuch that I believe I liked to hunt till last breath all those who broken their Binding Oath, this for continued. "...but, I like to remember."
Nymphs, dark Nymphs of the river Styx, never trust them, I know them all too well as if they were me, they can split their tail in two and lift them up transforming them into large legs with splashing feet against the waves seemingly innocent to be made of water.
If I was an oyster I would be as lucky to carry their pearl, but let no man give a pearl to a woman who is a pearl herself, give her more that she will return it.
Thankfully without the Furies this Nymphs who often accompany me can walk the earth as if there are silly and distract the mortal and Godly eye of the beholder. However,... "How beautiful they are at the beginning, aren't they?"
And at the end look at all father and Lord of the seas from the distance.
That the most I could suggest, likely was to stand and run to him.
"Hello, Poseidon I herd there was a party."
"I'm not really good doing the sunshine thing, but it feels as if Zeus was here."
However, summer was coming and with it so many people, to this purpose twirled my eyes in blank to the side, it was not that I had bad news you know, after all it was said that the more he hidden himself in his water the more they grew and it's waves pushed with radars from the Pacific to the Atlantic its people, from the Caribbean to the Mediterranean and to the asias all over the cost for sure, people came toguether partly naked with bare feet.
After a long consideration to the God and his people that a temper of peace, thankfulness, love and all that performance of affection, I nearly get to breath again the salty oxygen. However, at least I tried. Puff, that was costly. "Just let me do my job, that I let you do yours."
Reflections oppress now when I begin to be sick out a second of distemper, the waters brush me under uncommon wickedness of a prayer. Listen at the bubbles if there are any left from the coral drift from too many deaths. It will prevent the living of granting me more death and chaos, provoked by the justice of God for the rules of the binding Oath.
"One, two, twirl ." In the dreadful mistake, at the civilizations rubbish a disposal. "One, two twirl with me." My thoughts were confused, could've get over the Polarities when all twirls to me. "What kind of miserable creature am I for you to say, that I don't have a heart?" If horrors of dying I had at last I could breath again and palpitate for it. Pensive and sad, thou shall glorify me. The words could be spread in the wilderness, however, I went abroad with my gun, to the oceans, yes, if is to welcome the souls out their last breath. This time I had to pull the trigger, had supposed. Mermaids, with all animals of the sea, were dying slowly with rubbish inside their bodies. Had shoot them free away from suffering, anyways.
Taking perspective a triumphant banquet upon this twirl, for the hand and mouth who drops dirt in my river, the whole ocean can dye but once again, a tiny falls down on me and what else when is more scam then spirited. A dark mermaid waved her tail and stood detective as a hunting shark, now beautiful to the light at my sight, while I was making this march a diverse silence covered me with the waves who came out no were out an expansive pot which merged out floating as you rise up the waters lifted by the spacial rays of the near sun.
Certain marine fishes of ocular sight look at me because they pass by as I follow one of the dark nymphs of the river Styx. Who am I anyways, reflect myself as the bank of fishes might. One, two, twirl whatever, its the first rule.
Try to involve everyone who is writing in the story,
even if they are in another room, cell, etc..
The Asylum
Every night and every day and hour, there is a nurse taking notes in this building, the unexpected always happens, perhaps is one of things you never pay attention, because you think the walls of this place have cut you away with discrimination, something is you is wrong, the place is wrong, others are wrong, everything is wrong. And the only thing we have in commune are to be found far away from reality, delusions.
Anyhow, I got my medical papers in the pad, it was soothing to walk out this corridors knowing everything was under control, a system that follow it through to the letter. I'm going to examine each and everyone of you, Doctor Roman White the psychiatrist will have the annotations and will do as I say so. Why? Because he is never here and could care less if I'm right or wrong. You are mine to watch for. Every underworld in myth has a river, I'm that river, from the Egyptian to the North, but Hades has a problem with me, even Darkness knows but she is too afraid to look within the shock therapy. Wait till I get there. Is she the patient? Have stop in her cell, posing down my pen, ghostly in a white dress nurse uniform, attended to influence the reality she described.
Fear, Darkness, in a Cell, never feelt so weak and alone. Perhaps if she was expressing her self she would end up as the person next to her, you see this person was given a little too much of a freedom and we had to overdose a little, stop her. As I noted in her, she was paralized within her darkness, the power of darkness it self where everything originates, particles it self can only colide and multiply there, but in reality its the light who brings things together. Lets see what is happening to Missis Goddess of Darkness. "How are you feeling Browyn? Did you have your medication today?"
I was hateful, my tone of voice impatient to far quiet, disgusted, she was still in her dress and I call upon the nurses to change her clothing, like everyone in a retreat. "You are here to heal and be a better person, you are sick. Like everyone, your sickness is just as every ones, nothing special. The more you hold on to it and try to hide it, the more we will show you how bad it is." it was horrifying to say such words, but i was the nicest head nurse that ever exited, at least, I told them the cruel truth in advance, or would you rather have me sedate you.
"I'm Styx Sedna Mortificare of Hell, in the next chapter I will introduce you to Anger Management and I will want you all in the Therapy group." Scarecrow knew that sooner or latter he would be found, and who was I to stop him. I had a job of my own to do, if he is evil as he says to be, I will be waiting for him with visible pleasure to announce the happenings. I would never open that door, it would be an outwards with a sign for us all our lives that we trusted each other, that would never open it unless you had to escape, find the the only joy you had for dinner and lunch while eating, came from this room.
The death patients of Dr. Roman White, he did really get bored with the patients who did not listen to him, suicidal was a good option he treated if not so they killed each other. He was very strict and I followed his instructions, some influenced by the director promised to the Government of Gotham to have a sustainable ecosystem in the Institution. The Government make certain to provide more patience and those who had no visits, were more vulnerable to provide energy.
"Hello, how are you? Are you feeling better now?" Said with a caring worried hypocrite deep voice, they doubt for a moment, but I'm a professional and how could they not believe that I care for them, when I'm the only one they have.
"Loki? do you see that couple in the room you are in? Thor has just enter the building you know? This might be you both, if you get to help him, I will tell the Doctor everything, every God has its punishment and you, you did not give the Tesseract to the Emperor Palpatine, you went all crazy right? now look at you, The Emperor might think you are in the planet Coruscant under his Parliament's Dungeons, hum... will see, we'll see if we are lucky enough that he pays you a visit. Perhaps it's a parallel portal to his desires. A portal he can't control."
Look at me and remember I will return for you. Three nights the same thing happened, after a while I left them, they continued to be the same, that's how craziness works, no one looks for change, until of course the worst happens, shouts, the mentally ill held the rails and banged their forehead in the metal bars, as if something will brake through with all the strength in their spirits to bypass into where ever they think to belong, how delusional, and everyday are here, soon you will see I'm never wrong and that is how wrong you are. "You will wish to explore everything that is wrong Hades." My King was not a King that I'd follow, he had to cross my river with the Ferry Man Charon and I had to make certain he came from shore to shore, from the last breath between life and death, but no, he liked to do it his way. "Do you know the reason of your existence to be here, my King, Hades?" I don't know why the nurses reaped his clothe away, I watched how the male nurses took the sh*t out of him, disposing him in the bathrooms. "Hades, Hades, my King, havent I told you how it's to rule the Underworld of the Greek Mythology? Who will make you flow to all the heavens and hells? Who will initiate the madness of yours to rule. You are the sweetest thing I had ever thing and this won't continue." Walking passively, would not speak, things happens violently in the laps of a few seconds you would find your self occupied with your bloody cheek against the flat cool floor while my feet taped taking each step to towards you, let me hear his Last Breath, is it intense, how beautiful.
I must write things down, he look quite grieving when he saw me, and I hadn't the spirit to try to be cheerful. I shall make an excuse and try, another day going wrong, well how doubtless I fear to worry for him, not really, the view looks so delicious. "Are you going to rule the Underworld for me please, there is no medication the doctor can describe with your case, my beloved King,...."
Left the notes aside and moved until before his breathing could be listen, as closer as the void it self.
"You are driving the doctor crazy, you know. Don't make me the last person who can warn you, Scarecrow merely knows what's going on, but if he finds out that I have all the keys to this madhouse, he will certainly have us both under this Pandemonium and we wont want that to happen, right?"
If he was moving or not, the Gods and creatures of the Underworld would come for him, I had to make certain that he was not moving or causing any type of call, had seat down in a wooden chair and caressed his back, the full grown cat of Alcide walked pass ready to one of his things.
"I have more to think or now, and I cant wait, wait. He soon shall play a sane wits against mad ones."
The unexpected always happens, the poor soul's body of my king will enjoy the relief, but for now quietness last a reasonable time as I continued before sunrise until he fell into a paroxysm so exhausted that he swooned into a sort of coma after the shaking. And he was mine to be observed with full vigilance, continued to caress the back of his body just to make sure he was experiencing the savage affection of the Goddess Styx.
THE RIVER STYXLove Love Love www.roleplayer.me/styx_sm
The poor dear of me, was evidently terrified at some point but it had nothing to do with me, the Bonds of Love away the Goddess of Hatred could bring a balance by getting to meet Valt Happiness and his Beloved. In this gathering with my family, Cerberus, the Guardians of Hell specially.
Kept steering at the people, not very aware of their doings, a man came out to me with a small parcel, and gave it to me, then walked off his way. Opening the parcel recognised it was a pulsing heart with some left over dried blood, which at the top a little note held a hand writing threat "Ruin this Weeding and you'll be the carriage of your own carnage." Oh, well, I set there alone posing the box in my lap, waving a hand to the new comers with an hypocrite smile, while the hatred boiled within me naturally for no reason.
Was distressing myself so much that feared to keep my mind on the subject of remaining in this seat, quietly, holding my both arms, it was a hot atmosphere, this was a comfortable seat, think positive,
"You will be grieving the past, buried today as you look into eternity, dreams of tomorrow are held in your hands to announce love as a binding Oath, not just for you and your family but the unison of that surrounds you."
Said in whispers who winged into the air, onto both, into their oness with the greater.
" You must hate to know that you love, otherwise would be GRATUITY and cheap without communion in its creation ."
Oh, what a wealth of sorrow, I believe in my heart of heart that he suffered as much he sucked her and rebirth in her body as she bypassed into an immortal form living, now with eternal blood thirst.
" no one will know your bond, as well as you do. "Love Love Love let it be, let it be your way
It was incredible, I could have levitated, spoke in vulgar tongues. If you make your way into the legions of God Tartarus you might recognise this Hell for being quite Tantalising. "Yes, Terra! Yes, Is not that I had caged you, we seem to get stuck in old fashions with one another tantalising our self." Or sure as hell, everything you do in here is significant, certainly not the radiant glow of success as when two bodies rub each other if pure glimmering drops of sweat, who keep you on the run.
"I Had asked for the God Loki to assist me in twisting back a memory! Not for Four bringing a Jedi and his pathetic copy cat and screamer of my real life in here! If you are afraid in facing what I had asked you Loki, to face Ibliss Eveningstar, my brother! I''m not tantalizing you! He is my brother and you are married motherf***er!" I was angry giving a cool look to the guardian of this Hell, which by the way rolled over the floor before my legs, perhaps it was ever more important to share a good laugh. "Show up now to the expense of my power, you don't need extra burdens to hold you back! Unless you like to masturbate and watch. " Spoke kindly while shoving my feet over his body, guardians are the first to manifest the entrances and the exists.
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"Where is Tantalazius?" This Hell, shall it explained again how its? if you can make him laught you are half way there, meaning Tartarus is not a God who will let you trick him, if you look deep inside the jails of your mind this is just as well, a truly civilized imprisonment of high core security safety, where your heart and soul constricted the laws of being seduced, the tortures which implied its desire without a full penetration. I mean, a Goddess like me could enter anywhere and get out like you don't care but Mark? God of Shadows? No! "Terra! Where are you?" Tantalazius hidden, blissfully unaware of the coming of the rage, he seat behind the corridors of each cell, you see this place is like the wiring maps in the brain, some connections are entities of believe and some others have infections in which ends died to coexist within other's corridors. Each Jail had a thought of it self, but orderly would be fine to have such boundaries, negotiations had to be held in order for its currency to have values. Each Sin here has to paid, unless the Goddess of rage is coming for you.
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Shoots, braking through to all the disturbance which no one dares to see, its not fair, everything that had formed the building of what you think to be but stop! Watch it slowly dying, falling down melting away from the hands of the creator. This is not just the Binding Oath who comes to destroy the impediment but its space to bond higher frequencies. Shootings, no one wants to ear the noise unless is yours banging in your head, and as much the Iron bars of the Underworld were impenetrable, the gates opened freeing with hateful oxygen, undesirable, yet need it for the Goddess of Terror to walk free.
This kind of patriotism towards your fellow ones and consenting adults, they vigilante. If you look really deep, and move your soul you wouldn't really know what is happening, you will simply create with an alter knowledge, moving with changes, enduring with that bounds you to flow."Terra, you are here, there are no words to explain you what I went through in order to find you, if you can follow the path till the end of this road where Mark is waiting to take you."
Hours latter I was in a station, in that part of the world who has you waiting, you must take the train when it comes, is like a rush of timing when you know that waits for you can bring you in a second to another dimension, my home was my divine rage its true that no one can save you, is not really a matter of fighting you seat there and watch the world moving, your family falling in pieces.
Divine Rage was a frivulous calculation, you can change the room, the hall, the upper level and the garden, but you have to wake up early every day to bring that money in. Tensed my muscled legs, its enough to be seating in here as if its was the very Ferry I'm waiting for when I'm a river. The fisical world has its rules, is not an humiliation of challenges, I seat determined to overcome the anguish, all those explosions, killing the viruses was only a cloudy escape for the Terror to run wild, now lets see what mother earth has in waiting with his beloved husband of Shadows. If it will be truth the transformation is something you must work for, to be trusted. Join in the love train, people of the world join in.
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The next stop, that we rush into makes the time to ride you on through, don't miss this train at the station because if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you. Let it run, people of the world, join in, to the love train. If there is a child who grows with love would it have the desire to shoot till death comes? If the train of death comes for everyone would you ride it to make such changes and kill the past?
I was wondering, why would Ibiss loose his memory, I remember well how he escape from the shoots, if he was asked to be murdered, maybe I could make him remember where was Wakanda. Where the bussiness that are left in space alter the production of our present. Loki wouldn't be the best choice to have seating next to me, he will divert any story without trusting anyone, he will never enter, he never did, but he is welcome to to twist the memory of Ibliss back if he as God with balls.
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A bunch of people entered, The Mayfair, now abroad from New York City to Louisiana. Started to think that being a traveler assent bad after all, it made you forget where you came from, it moved you on into new faces of the world. Weather I was always in the go or not, this motion had me as if the wagons of this train remain stuck without stooping at any station. If you see the movement, the rotations and open meaning, the rails wouldn't exist as such. Only minutes and it feels like hours, looking for Ibliss Evening Star had the same sensation then Terra would have walking out from that Hell.
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It doesn't matter who you are, the despair shouts inside of you from a repression that goes on and on and even it travels straight it feels as spirals who never get to stop, waving from side to side, if you stop and make a deep pause, if you are sensitive enough you can feel it.
It drags you with the crew and there is nothing you can do, in this atmosphere where you think you would go some where, did not really mean you got there. I reckoned for those who survived the trip, looking for him in this eternity, would I find him, would Ibliss lean on me, would Loki come out any door to teach us more than what is mischievous. Would I need somebody to lean on, when I have a problem a discovery to share to the world, when you have a friend, one you admired from the distance.
I took a deep step and breath, this single day, every word he said, his family and wife, he might have something special waiting for him, after all if I was his sister I must know the goods that might push him to remember, I could trust in Loki to come, but it was never a guaranty the twisting of the faiths. Maybe I was impaired for the clarity of my rage but deep down a binding oath can turn things to come true, when you fulfill those promises. That if you remember everything you did, you could point to the moon for future civilization to watch, if you created a ceremony and guidance for those to meet, they will always return as that very memory who calls you to recreate you.
As you might now, those walk by the city and belong to the realm of the death are walking too in their realm, its truth that it owns portals to every world and Galaxy before the creation of life as your eyes see it in biological terms could exist. This time you could see us dressed in skin as yours, but you could never be like us as much as you copied its tendency and inspiration with high couture.
"Yes, I'm a disaster." muttered. "More enemies,". "Great, just great!" I swirled through the corridors of the train as I held Phallas by my hand. Whatever I had feel in his expression it calmed the power of my rage down. Giving up the pretence of resistance as he tried to slow the walk down but I began to get lost in the sensation of walking in a train without meaning. Even though remained closed to him at his rhythm, wished for the world to swallow down the rails of this train and for its wheels to keep the drive.
I became an animal of fierce eyes, as the human specie set in their destination, it seem everything moved around when was we who moved rapidly. Charon had many ways to transport you and this was one, he caged you in wagons. My body wished to arched, to press more firmly against his, but I will keep walking. After all this place had many limitations, I could feel the aggravation in the air and lack of community, each passenger seat alone, he interjected, needing me to affirm that there were feelings from the past.
"I must find Ibiss, my brother. There is a sublime paranoia when you loose your memory, everything is safe from that fear, from that threat, from that mortificare stress." My blood aflame, the past feel away, the wound inside my soul finally breath to heal, strength infused plumped by his walking phase, his breathing became Molten, his need for me too intense to ever deny. He is my husband after all, when we hold hands nothing changes.
We kept walking the train, looking at the passengers, sensing the departure. When Phallas emerged in a cloud of steam, he entered first by subliminal seconds before me, people are half at sleep, not very aware of how we did, the tension he'd spotted all these weeks was complete for me to come out. A few people walked passed, my eyes locked in the corridor "I Frankly don't get to feel Ibliss Phallas." Asked, he led me inside a wagon, it was not a very high sealing but we had empty of room over our heads, with plush carpets, classic velvet curtains, fancy lamps and detailed paintings of the renascence. Nothing as grand as those in the Palace of the Louvre.
Silent, he set after me who did after his nod, my features darkened in deeper degrees then already was, there was a grim quality in my voice to him. "Go and feed the demon, at least so it stops from hurting me for a little while. Keep the door closed please." His hand trembling in my lap as the time passed. "I need to rest." There was guilt in my eyes it ringed by a toxic mis of self disgust and shame, if he opened that door I will feel safe he left as he wished, If he was tired too as me he would distance himself from that gate, meanwhile nothing really matter to me it was that time of the day when you literarily died to sleep as safe and sweet as a destine with no return.
This time of the cycle when the crispy winds blank through the window and the cherry blossom let you circulate by its view during the period of only two weeks per year, as Phallas set by my side in this wagon's train I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has never called me by the name of wierdo when I asked him for a gentleman. "I want to take my life here." The secrets in here, and I do not want him to know, it will take only one jump a few seconds before the train crosses over me. It was impossible to get on the train of civilisation, I might find some clue in the heavens where could guard my children, after all Zeus made them his Olympian warriors to fight with him in all his wars.
What will I do, guard the flame of eternity, was going to ask him. "Are you willing to sacrifice your pride and madness to never have our children again?" I asked him this afternoon, and my generosity and patience returned in his words with hostility. "You are stalking me, because I'm superior and you need me."
It was so disgusting, I wanted to be quite alone for a moment I'm waiting for the reply of as many Gods have ask for a retribution to send my message in the arts and rules of the Monopoly of Welfare to the world. But the Love train was empty, with the Goddess of Hatred, soon stretched my legs, the journey, such tedious long travel without a place to rest in eternal peace. It was as if his body was not here, and is soul retain as an gem ornament in my neck, as further we moved away the more I stared to recognised that his body had been dead for a long time and there was no connection or sensory in his skin.
"Well my husband, you and I shall keep as yet what we know here and here." The river Styx waters, the train, the steam, the smoke, the burning fuel pushing, the electricity's drive, how many hells have we passed. Was it in your eyes its flashing blues of no returns and still I navigate unable to surround myself with desire, but soon the faiths will make their final twist, I'm in the hands of destine without a ticket. Who rounds and rounds as the river who has no ends, but death it self. In each stop.
"How adorable the view, isn't?" The Gods wish for me to run my waters around the world, from a tiny little spring who streamed as comic nonsense out a single forest, yet at the pick from its hill humours with the mountain nymphs, who laughed to the thieves out the branches in the trees, transcending down the bright, some meadows and meeting other affluence to role down as it was Olympus playground. How many times I have watch them, while my children and dreams were hold by strangers hands. Betrayal.
One more fight for those who take it as off the work, I have kissed the crown with solemn promised to get them home and all had earn was this river, no hell is mine, nor heaven. Then he went on and very fiercely."You were always a careful student, from the first day I had seen you out that horse in his last two feet. At the Game Master, I knew you would be fun and daring. Now I steal your lines and burry you jokes who are now mine, your prophecies had work my craft."
"Remember my man, that knowledge in spirit is stronger in silence when it stands hight without assault, let me tell you that that I had loved you and my body nearly failed by the kiss of yours, perhaps it was easier to have a wall behind, or a pool to float with, in the bed of your lovers to cushion the pain for their murdering thirst. Hereafter it may be of interest to you, now my service has end and you can carry alone having it all. I never told you the end, have I?" There was nothing important really, my youth could be remembered as a beauty who could never love a mere Goddess of Hatred, one in a bunch. Maybe scientist discover my theories, and make them a fact. The rules who govern the Universe shall breath down my spirit as Id whisper them mysteries, now is too boring, my skin fevers for an action who has been untold but I'm joyless as death it self. Purged.
Traumatised by the sound of my children playing around, angels of the garden of heaven, Nike and Vita, intoxicated, without knowing my love. Will I'll be too old and poor, I can't work new hells any long, humanity will never learn as much they re-birth, again and again. Look deep into my eyes, if you don't place rules in a book of regulations who morph the patterns who embody this mission, why would I bother anyways, the future is lost, what you see now as successfully it might seem, is nothing. Chaos will reign and absurdity, the collectors of rubbish and corpses will Rule and no one will join wars, because they are Governed by pity images and links who claim peace for likes and shout in in the stream to have nothing arranged.
Is not the era of the Titan Wars, take it all, take the legions this train travels, see them at my last breath expense. That no one is here, really, the future is dead. What else can I prophetess if there is non of my desire but my soul numb.
One of those standard days when the Euripides, known as the Furies who approached when slapped by the frozen breeze who rose them in the air, I could ask Zephir, God of the wind to bring me Eros so he f***s the the hell out of them and they stop screaming at my ear.
Charlatans, this are the confines I walk, close to the marshal of haunted killers that for some rotting reason near the Goddess of Hatred and Rage, me. The twisting shorelines of which were enclosed by dense stands of water from rooted corpses, my bare feet step by step, on the near grounds two pillars rose at this murky side of the river among clusters of stilted, the river Acheron linked rushing fires of the River Pyriphlegethon, the river of fire, where serial sinners flowed once a cycle of eternity to scream out the Hills of the Abyss for Pardon.
What it was funny it that in this very stop Acheron christianised the souls who ask for redemption as well, in order to enter Paradise, I had more sinners wanting to suck my p**sy here then wanting the river to come down as Acheron showers his hand to their forehead and back down bellow the edges of the water on the redeem. A river of Pain he is as well, don't take me for granted. But you have to keep moving under his will before he spits you back down to the river of lava.
The scaled reptilian natives also dwell in here, with just enough clothing to hide their holes, to be modest, and a sickly sweat smell of agonic vegetation who transpired a stinky aroma, it was quiet alluring to me, lets say not to the aliens who passed here without experiencing the wonders of the river Acheron.
The offerings who floated from this motionless air, because you know it was really like take it or loose it and it had if you really thought about it, it had you stuck here, without moving. Debating between everything, this was not the plain of the judgement you already knew what is coming but your ego still has another chance to torture you.
My p**sy was always wet, but one thing I never have the illusion of a d*ck in me unless is really inside. Many woman who dream of d*cks end up having fibromas inside because the body recreates the memory of the d*ck by the desire of it, the bacterial fauna moves automatically and without the splendour of a d*cks juice inside you can only produce the frustration of a cancer or fibroma at first.
You can dream of both souls meeting as souls, but be aware of the river Acheron, there is one way or the other and if you get stuck in the middle, sickness will bring you down into your own device, males will have other content, they have less problem as heart attacks or lung cancer, for the lack of breathing in their heart, as they masterbation helps them to free this energy down without a higher climax who has to cross up over the heart.
But causing this desire in the opposite sex, is malignant, so be aware of Acheron and let me walk you along, do anything to love their pussies and respect them, they could have another man, instead of waiting for you, stop them from the craving you can still have their love transformed.
Every time I walk I see them, they are everywhere and I wish to free them from the reptilians pertaining to the dead they earn their residence in this areas to earn its degree. On the first glance one might find that the creatures had been decapitated from the butchered haunts, but they knew enough to unswear and hidden their faces in invisible forms, their snaky bodies moved inspiring the sinners to convey into perdition, who cares any ways for the faces the come is shoots off.
Any ways my wet p**sy aware of the walk continued in the shaded path that lead into the settlement of warriors who waited for the Valkaries to pick them up and the ladies who waited for them to return from the Odyssey. There where also this retarded muslim terrorists who thought to have many virgins in Heaven, anyhow. Jedis fighting Jedis too making more master Vaders. I liked to stop there once in a while.
So I set next to the lady and told her.
"Penelope, he has f***ed more mermaids to extend his journey home then Omer could tell, and then he depicted them as horrendous manipulated creatures of the sea, and look at this man fight, there is no good reason for them to fight, if they where in the side of the divine trust me Valhalla would be waiting for them, that in the Elysian fields the noble warriors of Troy are, you can read it in the scriptures."
She rolled to the side of mine converting her waiting in self joy, the liquids of her p**sy turned sweet.
"You can love him, but I wish you enjoy your self. And you, and you, and the other too."
I tend my hand to the Woman who are so beautiful and forgiving and explain to them. "You loose the authority over your freedom, if the man is not there, why would you want to hurt me? Let it be, I'm only the Goddess of Rage. This are the teachings of the Goddess of Rage, don't hate your divine Rage, use it in your power to advance, refine the path of your creative so your legs direct towards it, in a real caring climax atmosphere." Pushed her hard, maybe she rolled over on till she got the momentum.
Standing up soliloquy by the appropriate standard of mine and keep walking in the turn of the path, now this victims are annoying if you stay longer they start clinging to you as if you are going to f*** them hard and free them for that climax, or they reach the level of contentment in their creative or wait for them to learn, you cant satisfied everyone this is one shore of the river! As I stare back at the very look for Acheron to f*** their arse, anyways saddens me because he even gets tired of being a sadist. I scream to the Hells and Heaven.
"Wake up and flow out from this legion"
Fiercely shouted out to half of humanity who waited to be.
"This waters must flow to the whole circulation of Hades!!!"
I don't think he has patience to pour his virtuous waters over their forehead because soon enough they start sucking the hell out from his d*ck and that was not the way of the river. Stuck or flow, was the dwelling of this section. Oh, well, I can't help it! He is indeed a traumatic experience who has my river stuck on this crossover with females who shall be my friends not enemies, but is not for my waters let me tell you.
Then Acheron looks back at me, fearing I'll free them, in Myth and reality Acheron is the only one who has connection to the River of Tartarus that is Hell, be aware of your destination, surrender to the divine creativity he offers but don't get stuck with him.
Shrugging out a turn in the path revealed that I wasn't the only visitor bare nude for the climate, and let me tell you I might be the river Styx, but I consider my self a visitor, a witness and reflection in the waters of narcisus and all those who have emphatic revelations to their own, F*** Echo like if I'm going to listen to that Nymph in the cave, that's another one.
There is nothing I own that happens it flows through me as through any one who has this waters. I anchored in the material realm to watch as I passed, the angels smiled gracefully, sexual creatures of the astral plain as them lovers acquainted whispers of blissful poetry sharing down the muses to live and laugh.
There is a suggestion when a woman waves her pelvis side to side in her walk, its drawn a happy sensation of madness which becomes unmistakable latter on in the play. The more people write, the more they are in their minds far away from their physical encounters and lower pleasures, the violent passions for me to which, I admit, partly respond, must live with you always in the savage spirit who shall bring you down from the civilized thinking.
Euripide keenly told me as she was threaten, when all I did was sent her to the upper ground as a servant to guard the city of Athens, no I will never find the poems of the Euripidean who as keenly as my lyrical notes ask me to penetrate a love which really produces good to a man and glory. Any how, my p**sy called for the waters, as a member of the Greek tragedies whats is better then having good chill out.
So have dive into the waters, not a coincidence it actually happens that you will find my water Nymphs as I'm one, they all ways praise me as my breast dance with them while we wave in circular swimming, the mystical conception of death doesn't stop here in the river of Hades, this waters are abundant of soul who reach them in the living, prayers, artist, the ones in search of inspiration, the terrible lines who escape from wrath bringing wrath too.
The cheerful cry will turn into wail and vengeance if you don't reach what you want, this for the trouble is graver the skilled who can dive into their own waters are the ones Phallus has, he is the God of Craft and owns the first lands when you enter Hades, if I tell you the artist navigate here, don't strain on me the tragedy for when you fall.
The Dragon Chariot with the voice of hell winged by serpents prophesies off judgement. But do you think my water Nymphs will stop? If one will adjust for the lower rank in their satisfaction of revenge, that curious cry, doesn't affect the sacred length.
I dream of walking the earth with them mortals for my children and descendants too, pregnant the festival of Phallas in the living. You see he is not just a crafted man who exploits the inferior sex and races, in ancient and modern times he is and will always be wanted to feel supreme , left friendliness under the splendor of that he embodies dancing with the creatures who surround you, is not about you or me, neither him but the whole scenography.
"Blow my darlings" Held them the horn as he continued the ritualism. "Call them, let them know where we are, don't expect anyone to come and stay high for so long, if is not for the entwined love I posses, I wouldn't accept on anyone on having full access, unless they earn it." And its contradiction we learn and teach, or both.
The ferry man was not very accomplish with the idea of in leaving the river Styx. "You will come with me and drive the spacial vessel, this time the currency of the underworld will move through space till infinity. You will drive me as I command you!" He hated to be without his robe, nude and pale as the lost souls he didn't take, as he nodded impatiently, remained holding his neck around my arm, my body erected from the murky grounds, there was no replicate of Charon the God of Green, his drive had my transport beaming.
Immediately after a couple of hours, meet Cerberus with his techno suit with the efficiency of a German Shepard to Guard the cosmos till it's very Shadow. "HellBound is looking towards the light, the escape artist is guiding us onto the future.... wait!" He told me with this words. "Garm is a demonic wolf that Lucifer found and is actually the closest hound that Shadow has, if anyone can track her down is Garm."
He was perplexed, he never thought hatefulness would get us from such afar distance, after the fight with his father Dark, The King of Monsters who was in the crew of this spaceship with Lucifer and Gram, I was holding the electronic bar with anguish as a new person who just happened to have the same memories and believes as he did. I couldn't forget the first day I held her in his arms, and asked her to be a Guardian as Cerberus, she made me her God Mother, ever since I had followed silently, proud, gallant, worried, she made me yield inside with her puppy eyes. The day she was born a great burst of light though the underworld enlightened, as Cerberus was the Guardian to Hades and Hell, she became the Guardian of the Elysian Fields, Heaven, it all interconnected in our lands and family, I'm her God Mother for ever most.
"Cerberus look! No!" The lightening see through panel control showed an image from another realm. "Shadow is right now eating Moon Bacon, the detectors point Tranquility City in the outer galaxy of the guardians!" Without thinking twice converted the ship into fuel energy to materialize this trip into motion.
Charon held the drive as we couldn't come out with imaginative theories, we set there at the midst of action, when it appeared the fact that she remained missing and she could jump as many portals as guard them instinctively. Suspended in the air, seat still, our real bodies just as before when we are about to die to be reawakened vibrated with the speed of the light, we could have jump through the portals but need it the crew to stay in the vessel.
We have flight vessels for generations, but held our personal success to maintain it as secret as the occult would be behind the scenes or personal fame, "If we had to entwine into an alliance to get Shadow back we might, but I'm all ears Cerberus, there is a war in this areas where I was shoot back from the clan of SWORD, anyhow Queen Rowe, loves cats!"
I sensed Cerberus getting nerves along the panel control as he replied with a fever in his forehead and sweat in his hands, ready to ask for forgiveness to his child, "Oh her cats and Shadow wouldn't get along!"
Only by agreeing among yourselfs, the galaxy elite will not detect us as we flight unseen, and so to receive an invitation ahead we started to send signals directly onto Queen Rowe. "We are not enemies of peace, attention, do please send us a positive alert to land in Tranquility City." For a moment stop and started shouting in panic. "Cerberus? How will we present our selfs? That we come from the Underworld? Reveal the importance of our beloved Hellhound? Wait! there is another showing in the panel control! Is Infinity, she just came alive out from the underworld!" Crossed my arms with worry as he said. "Shadow might be taking care of the new born HellBound." With a nod towards him calmed him down. "Rowe is a protector of the Porgs, Shadow and Infinity are in good hands."
Let me swing abroad take you, abandoned in peace where the pain cant reach, is so safe to know the tricks of Hell, who am I to guardian? when everything makes no sense.
To the mothers of all muses, take me waters of the lost, that problem shall be me and I must remember the river's stream, its tuning nostalgia to be listen. Waters, depicting waters, pools of oblivion too, the pool hall, that placed the splashing player of memories.
My heart floats offended, where the channel from the sea troublesome the souls, with the illusion to sing, as some whore sold down the river I rip off the branches who obstruct the way. Let there be torrent and flood, push me a little more, if the cascades of the Elysian fields can't find you let me obey to the mere waves.
"Mnemosyne? Where are you?" I couldn't remember, this hell and heavens have me twisted all around, the windy season blowed from the land with the augury to the sea, this waters came cool with immediate freshness of the living. Some if this creatures choose to stay, my nymphs, my dark nymphs neared me with constant body temperature that never trills, they think they shout and scream to the sailors, but don't even get out from this underworld's river, hum, maybe they do. Way would they have their singing misunderstood.
During the hibernation on the legions where sinners had perturbed the potential of others, they watched them souls carry a long heavy cape who held stones of gold and they where tired and warm. This dark nymphs would steer at them as they tried to scape across the boarders, remembering those they took their gold. They wished to give them their cape and dry them, at the same time to surpass them, but who was more cold hearted? that was something I always questioned my self when passing around this field.
It wasn't so boring after all, this homey Hell, I got out from the waters and saluted the sinners, my hand shacked its waters with them as they shacked mine, nodding and bowing. They where grateful, as if a lawyer came to their rescue, but look at me, nude and wet in the mysteries of the rich, turning an eye to death and another to another hell. One of them sensed the macabre they lived in and as if I was compassionate enough to pay them a visit, certainly I was trying to recover my memory and one of them held is sleeveless cloak. As I explained. "You know is going to get very costly, don't you?" It was forgiven to take anything from the sinners, but what the heck, if someone forgiven me Id be free from here. "Listen, I must kill you now, you must abandon this place and enter a new hell unless you like this pain to cover you?"
The souls of those they hurt in their past life appeared near me, most of them woman, sexy damned, with broken wings near my knees, knowing with a side look to my dainty darlings to them ill grey eyes so paralysed. How many times did they try to fly and there was not even a taken off. The sley in my hand appeared from the invisibility of my intentions, a twilight illuminated the execution after decapitating their pretentious heads while the chains of those underneath me broken as well.
To the responsibility I was incurring to the pleasure of us, "Please don't take this personal, just take me somewhere I can remember." It was not an easy path, the one of the death, everything that exist in it is right here, anchoring down and freeing up, I needed to see them faces standing, to feel, if there was a guide, a teacher for this despairing departure. "You can't fly again, I'm sorry, I can make you a water nymph in this the streams of this river to find your flow in it."
At this the forgiveness of a forgotten memory aroused in them as my hands honoured them posing in their fore head and each shoulder, bathing them, letting go the decadence of their wings as they fallen entirely out this waters. A heavy burden to carry, drooping. "Now swing, and dive, and float and find the secrets of the soul my nymph sisters, you are being transformed with the flesh and the mind with it."
While at the same time was being explained the territories to cross in my own, lets not divulge the mistakes of others I'm indeed horrified to remember, as I had too, because something of great importance was coming and it intrigued me, it was a God, a prime God transmitting a miraculous see through essence, as clear and deep as the ocean and as vast as the blues in the sky, liquidly beaming through banks of fish, its riches turned as freaks when neared him and it was here.
At the same time where there, looking for her.
One of the water Nymphs rose up to Mnemosyne for me, in her marshal of memory, It was cruel for her to feel my presence so close, did not say that the devil might fly off with me, there was no memory of mine to recall such, maybe the death? Something bothered her to have my presence, it will allure her to introduce memories who I immediately kill. Proving once again, her information was right. Either way, I had to be here.
They chanted as a promise to the rising ground as the rippling accents surrounded them, there was no leader any more they had accept that Hades had no control over the Heavens and Hells and was only present to look for all others, away from here, for sandals and even giving choices to the one who was his brother in command and provider of all this Underworld's water. Hum, so this is what is going on? Poseidon is here, remained hiding in the undercover of this cave as she singed the news. Hermes was never concern for the souls of Hades, why would he want a pair of this shoes?
The Dark Water Nymph agitated their sounds arriving one after the other as they heard Poseidon was around, appearing with eager tails and stooping, seeking carefully behind me, before me, aside me, on their own this dark nymphs had no control, it was the way Hades was formed, it dive by it self automatically, as a witness.
She drooped a supplication knowing we surrounded her while the news arrived, she was too a Nymph mother to the muses as the Nymph who mingled her waters of Oblivion with her, Lethe, but she was not a builder of civilisation with her memory she need it to sooth the ignorant to rebirth anew, or to just continue, wash away, toss it away. She was a drunken nymph who harassed memories and made Mnemo purge tears as she wished people to be courageous in remembrance and honour to every bit of history she held to be reborn with.
