There was so much noise tonight. The angels in their heaven causing quite a stir, sending Eddie another promise, another one of their fallen beauties. By the time they reach him, they’re already so… Deformed. Ugly. Wrong. He does what he can to fix them, but just like the others, it was hopeless.
The last one, nails torn backwards, how she hated the bed he’d made for her, how ungrateful, the hours felt like years, and the thanks he got was void, empty. Emptiness bred isolation, further tormenting an already exaggerated mind.
Wasn’t the first time, wouldn’t be the last.
We press on, don’t we?
A knocking
stomping
faltering up above, coming down below.
Dust rustling from the floorboards, this place so hollow without him.
Where would you be without me?
The noise draws him from his tireless, thankless work. no time to wash up. Whoever was moving around was approaching closer and closer. The least he could do was wipe off a bit of this blood off his hands, leaving whatever was caked under his nails, the webbing of his fingers.
He could smell the potential already. Those smells, so pungent, her expelled blood so rich and contaminated, but pure simultaneously. It must feel blissful, to have such pure filth pushed back inside, the thought gets his heart racing. Mouth watering, eyeing between the slats of the various shelving, trying to get a better look at her.
Yes. She would do just nicely.
Not without a blade clutched in a fist, he reveals himself as a presenter would, a boastful host there to greet this mysterious young woman. She is beautiful, but she is a filthy piece of meat, needing to trim away the bad pieces of her, to make her fit, ripe, acceptable, perfect. She wasn’t like the others. This must be f a t e.
“ How I have waited… How long I have waited… It’s a miracle. “
Speaking in breathy sighs, lips bearing rashes and burst scabs slice open with a grin, revealing a row of stained teeth. How handsome he must look, there is simply no doubting it.
