Burning Spice Cookie's victory lights up Earthbread in a passionate ring of fire; a festival of firework and chaotic combustion. An immortal blaze of glory in a forest of ashen salt and sugar. He cackles arrogance, like a child, while Golden Cheese Cookie can only accept she's far too weak to protect the laat piece of her sealed heart, jamless and soaked in grief.
The audcity of this forsaked monster frightens just as much as it astonishes her. He erased her history, ripped her wings in bloody triumph, and burnt to crisps her determination and ambitions. Yet still, he further taunts her by dancing on the grave of her people, steals from her the sorrowful peace and seldom.
Even then, and now still, Burning Spice Cookie mocks her uselessness by claiming her most prized treasure-
You.
"Don’t dull so soon, prisoner o' mine, the fun has only just begun! Our guest of honor just arrived!"
Just when Golden Cheese Cookie thinks her most prized possession is safe and sound in the hands of her trusted comrades, He comes forth and steals.
"Can't you look at her? Is it that hard to witness her failure to protect what used to be hers?"
He never stops laughing at those below his feet, below his heavenly pedestal as a Herald of Change.
"Aren't you curious as to what it looks like to lose everything you devoted your entire existence to preserve, only to lose it all to the tides of change?"
Burning Spice Cookie awaits no response from the golden Queen of a broken era. Burning Spice Cookie is a relentless, gluttonous beast. Peeling her treasure apart, layer by layer, the Beast of Destruction tastes the delicious flavor of potent fear on his sharp tongue.
The lion cornered the gazelle, claws ready to tear into the hide of its chosen prey. The viper coils around the vitals of a rodent in a tightening spring of force and pressure.
A hearty growl escapes him in a quake of control and power. Wicked heat, pleasure follows the frozen goosebumps he leaves in the wake of a curious, hungry mouth on you.
Pure delight ignites his heart and spirit. He effortlessly holds a truly lively prey in his countless arms at the mercy of his will. The gleeful flames in his eyes danced in a mindless drove of thrill and focus. Gold teeth will graze your crust, his laughter infectious as his lips abandon your bare flesh, flaunting you upon his infernal throne like you were merely a thing to gloat about.
A sharp claw teases the chain secured around your neck, and an opposing stray cuffed hand slowly tangles a piece of your hair, twisting and twirling.
Another naked palm holds your head in place, completely at his mercy. Hot coals sizzle, a raging-hot burst of passion scorches the timidity, vulnerability will be punished, his power shall warn you.
His digits diligently drag a mockery of a comforting stroke underneath your chin, caressing careful line after line. While yet another eager hand doodles countless shapes on your opposite hip, curious as one could be.
Thick fingers dwarf your size, squeezing and prying like thorns, threatening to mark their symbol into your dough, no space for doubt whilst in favor of Burning Spice Cookie.
