Shannon's Dream POV:
I cry out for Adam the Black Sorceror, Exorcist of the Sefer Raziel, Commander of the Valley of Death, and he comes to me bound to the lintel stone at the offeratory grinding wheel of the world. Chained as he bleeds viscous gold blood out, the Father of Humanity is dressed in black robes with harsh fabric, and he smiles like a shark, sharp teeth enticing, drawing me in.
I am Eve - naked, voluptuous, crowned, with blonde waves that flow like wheat sheafs to my hips. No matter I cut my hair yesterday, the cosmos do not seem to mind. Body the same, these Rubenesque curves and curiousity for which I hunger.
"Why did you come here, little bride?" Adam ruminates, chomping his hackles at the leather thong gagging his tongue.
I carry a bowl of lunar water and begin to anoint him. "Boredom."
