Semi-graphic descriptions, morbid theme. Just an interesting thought about how appearances often deceive.
Again...boredom...idleness *is* the devil's workshop. More Shar-Teel/Sarry will be posted tomorrow, I'm finishing it slowly but surely.
I met her today. The Bhaalspawn, the Mistress of Murder, a fallen paladin, once of Torm, now worshiping at her own temple. She smelled of blood and death, I could see the cruelness glittering in her black eyes as she passed me by on the streets. Her armor was splattered with bits of flesh, her steps were strong, and her voice forceful. She was the epitome of all that is evil, a walking advertisement for all things bad. Everyone cowered as she approached, children screamed and women cried, even the guards fled from her and the others she had as company. Some Drow cleric, a babbling Red Wizard and a dwarf...they seemed ‘evil’ enough to coordinate with her ‘ensemble of death’.
I wonder what they look like, inside.
She walked up to me and I greeted her warmly, my blue eyes opened innocently wide as I stuttered and asked her if any of her companions would enjoy my company for the night. Of course, I was new at this after my parents died, I had *nothing* else to do with my time, I had to sell my flesh to the highest bidder. I had rehearsed it well. As expected, her black eyes narrowed menacingly and she spouted some ‘evil’ speech about how she was not here to save the peasants from their dreary fate, and her lackeys nodded emphatically...all except for the Red Wizard. He peered at me curiously, sizing up my voluptuous figure with a cunning eye. I swung my hips seductively and winked clumsily, the effort working marvelously to gather his ‘full’ attention.
“I have been rather tired as of late, even a wizard of my uncomparable stamina must rest after being thrown from the depths of the Abyss,” he remarked dryly, stepping closer to me. “How much?”
I coughed nervously and added a perfect stutter to my syrupy voice, wringing my hands nervously as I began to open my full lips.
I wonder if he enjoys pain. I hope not.
“Tw–tweny gold peices?”
The wizard’s eye lit up and a sharp grin cut across his face. He reached into his robe for a pouch of gold, only to have his leader’s hand still him.
I wonder if she would fit, with all the others.
“We have no time for this Edwin, we will rest only in the Pocket Plane,” she ordered, and my hopes fell as the wizard grumbled and followed the others away from my place outside my house. His jewelry had caught my interest, that always made them scream.
I saw the Drow turn back and give me a strange look, her ebony skin looked so smooth in the bright sunlight. Skin was so...pretty.
I wonder if the blood of the Drow is red, or is it different?
I was glad she had arrived, my life was much easier with unredeemably evil people walking around, noone missed the occasional husband who never returned home, the child who wandered too far into the dark alleys.
At least I never missed them.
I returned to my home, genuinely disheartened by the loss of the Red Wizard, Edwin’s, attention. I opened a delicately carved chest and pulled out an ornate leather bag, metal clanging loudly as I unbuckled its latch. I pulled out a pair of blood-stained pliers, turning them dreamily in my small hands. That nose ring would have been most satisfying. I sighed and placed them back with my other tools, they really did need to be cleaned after last night. The leather was supple, well-oiled of course, who would have known that nobles could be so...malleable. I closed the chest and walked across the hall into my bedroom, removing my tattered yet beguiling dress and throwing it across my plush bed.
I glanced over at the black satin sheets and bedding, remembering with a smile all the times I had been asked why such a ‘pretty’ or ‘young’ or ‘bright’ girl such as myself would have such morbid decor. They found out soon enough. Black was easiest to clean, I loathed having to scrub at massive pools of blood for hours on end, it was difficult enough to remove the stench. I learned not to cut the corpulent ones too deeply though, their blubber had cost me three sets of sheets already.
I lifted myself into my bed, sighing dreamily as I relaxed and melted into the soft cloth and lush pillows. I could faintly detect the metallic scent of blood, I would have to clean tomorrow before I returned to my post. I had to bury the new ones, in what little room I had left in my cellar. Well...what was left of them anyways.
Yes, I am glad the peasants are so afraid of the Bhaalspawn. With a fallen paladin running around, who would ever mistrust a courtesan with a sob story? I closed my eyes and drifted away, the thought of Bhaal and his ‘unholy’ daughter weighing heavily on my mind.
I bet I could have made her beg.
I know I could have made her scream.
