Paupers and pestilence. The lot of these bicurious peasants bring forth a compelling conclusion.
Death to them all by way of course. They are the scourge that blot the oceans, they pollute the air of ashy intestines. A sad affair which suffuses to clog the senses. Brought by waves of oceanic tides seeking to decimate the rock which humanity stands still. A crying dilemma ever present in this century.
Never wondered where a begotten child's upbringing was, she gazed with the glare of gore reflected back at her. Puppeteered by the strings of fate perhaps, but by volition rather than forceful approach. Propagandized to misconstrue the truth for a devastatingly decrepit lie.
Lies flooded in the blood stream of tearing victims. Those whose future crept beneath their ankles to arrest them in a time of tranquility. Lies come abroad to harvest the fields aplenty for their scourged crop dry with drought. Fields bathed in the filth from sky and lo birthing clay.
Soon too will the crows of seasons' past rise yonder to gracefully collapse, poisoning the mind then soul. Amidst such trampling, prey will the wolves varnishing their fangs in rotten weeds explode out to enrapture Mother Earth. So too will the Heavens glaze with howling blood which curdle the sanity of those once wise. A future not yet beheld but foretold.
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"Sir you're on in five!" Spoke a red-haired twig of a woman. Her voice was melodic while her face was far from plain, nevertheless taken to a lowly position as an event organizer.
'Such is the cruelty of a world as this one.'
The man thought as each button to his suit closed at the touch of this attractive woman. She wore her own buttoned navy suit accompanied by a dark shade of crimson for her skirt. One that cut short just above her knees making the flesh of her thigh pronounced. It was rather uninviting but for this man who had traveled for the last nine months preaching his case for election to a plethora of brain dead, impoverished fools, anything would do.
Her rosy lips that slipped at the bite of her teeth puckered further while the woman forced the final button over the man's growing gut. Once more the attractive fruitful peach of her face enraptured the man despite the flaws to bust and bottom that he perceived in her figure. Yet, he was unwilling to be caught like a drooling hound as she peeked back up at him.
"That's good. Can't wait to get the hell out of here." The man lifted out a flask from his back pocket relinquishing the drink from within to his chapped lips. Instantly, his thirst was quenched. "Maybe Philly will be better, lots of fine booze." Today was an especially tough one for the politician. Scandal after scandal had to be assuaged as daily recounts from familiar faces told of unwanted touch from the man. Luckily, his connections finally paid off by each of the women being… let's say persuaded.
A sniff caught his ears as the red head pushed her nostrils to his neck inches from the triple chin he sported. Blushing red, he shook the nerves from either arm as the woman's hands pushed up against his breasts. The moment precluded an instance leaving the man near another unwanted complaint. His hands almost caught the hem of that dreadfully short skirt before the woman pulled away. She fled to a side desk past a few attendant staff then returned with a can of some spray. Her red hair whipped back against the small of her back before tossing the can his way.
The can was juggled briefly between either hand as the man fought with gravity. Finally, he realized what it had been, deodorant. His head rose meeting the woman's gaze, "You stink. Even in this crowd they'll smell you." A smirk crept upon her painted lips as she pranced off. The clack from her heels resounded far away as she made her appearance to rouse the rest of the staff.
Meanwhile, her jostling rump lay bare for the man to memorize. "You're mine." He muttered just before replacing the feverish stink of sweat with a minty freshness. Taking another step toward a vast red curtain he solemnly gazed out from the crevice catching sight of the crowd which awaited him. A vast sea of spectators, approximately a thousand or two in size, coveted the expanse of the park. The cherry blossoms had just gone in season uplifting the moods of this rambunctious audience patiently waiting for their candidate.
This was the man's last stop in the pilfering city of Corodone. A rather quaint place no different from other bustling cities along the coastal region of the states. A good change of pace for the politician who had braved the tropics overshadowing Tetret while a grizzly chill invaded Maine. Simply, it was one of few cities that still stood undeterred by the effects of the Evolved. Of course, the ambrosia of corpses forced masks to be worn in select areas, but the man was used to such an inconvenience. Another aspect of life that was barely noticeable for him.
However, this crowd was composed of many ne'er-do-wells. Homeless had infested themselves to gaze at the sparkling figure soon to be unleashed. Most cities were able to quench the presence of such people, but Corodone was alas absent from that ability. Even the Military Police dare not invoke their wrath due to their number especially with the park being a frequent home for this species.
"One minute!" was called over the loudspeaker causing the crowd to begin their thumping and hollering to some patriotically sequential tune. The politician relaxed his spine, muttering his practiced speech once, twice, then thrice at a rapid speed. He was prepared, he was a professional, he would win over this crowd like all the others. Even with the homeless threatening to derail the message conveyed. Then, once all was said and done. He would strut his stuff to that flair to conduct his case for candidacy for her bedroom.
Smoothing out the bushels of hair atop his head, he patted the sweat around his jowl, and took occupancy center stage behind the velvety curtains. A simple snap of his fingers brought forth that con-man grin cultivated through laborious days of pitches to business executives.
Some spontaneous considerations brought forth the idea to place a cigarette in the corner of his lips. A halfhearted attempt to appear more casual before such blue-collar workers. Its ash burnt just enough at the tip for a few plumes to be snorted out his nose. The idea persisted for a second or two until it was squashed by a familiar tune of tapping heels.
The man scowled behind him. He was about on and didn't need any distractions, especially by that skirt flapping woman. However, although he could identify the woman beneath the new shawls she had adorned, something felt awfully wrong. Instead of the concisely tempting attire similar to a manager's secretary, the red-haired beauty replaced the earpiece for a wide brimmed hat pointed at the top just like a witch's. Black pantyhose lined her legs sufficing to creep one's eyes to the skintight leather that adorned her shapely curves. Moments ago, her outline was rather exposed but now she could be classified as nude with even the pointed tips to her nipples tenting the material which covered her bosom. Material which was pushed farther up at the demand of the now cinched corset creating a rather waspish physique to the whole facade.
The woman placed either hand at the stocky neck to the roundish man. They slid along the expanse of his neck's flesh rolling over the mounds of fat allowing for the man to soak in the cashmere flavor to her lacy black gloves. Each article of clothing plastered with a dark vastness of black so deep the whole outfit emphasized the flaming plume of her hair to an absurd degree.
It was mesmerizing.
The man recognized what that awful feeling was. A sapid treat salivated his tongue while dancing along the taste buds. Yet, the treat quickly became like poison bitter to a degree which forced him to gag up a mounting sludge filling his cheeks. However, he was unable to relinquish this vehement filth from his mouth. Instead, it lay brewing as the woman continued her prancing of his neck.
Finally, the fingers ended their play, coming to rest at the back of his neck interlocking with each other. "You know, I would have fucked you here. Just had to ask?" The woman's voice was full of a malicious cheeriness but lined by a whispering chill. "Would have fucked you here in front of this gluttonous crowd. Sewn your ears to my breasts while their hearts caught in their throats at the sight. Then we would have been one, for a moment that is. The last moment, right as your brain burst with arousal." The man watched as her teeth changed from their array of perfectly aligned white spectacles with a dull edge to the canines, to sharp spikes that protruded from her mouth as they grew too large for their jaw.
A knee flew into the crotch of the man rubbing along the length while an extended tongue flopped from the maw of this witch. "What a pussy." The clasped fingers melded through the skin as they were drawn back to the witch. There was no sound other than the rip of flesh becoming that of soft clay being sifted into. Carefully, the fingers exited from the front of the man, wafting in his eyesight as glistening liquid sparkled from their nails.
Where there had been a lower half now stood a collapsed set of clothes. This precarious situation provided a striking image as the man's head now floated without anything remaining as support. The politician opened his mouth to howl in fright but found an odd discovery. The lips to his mouth curled further back than expected receding away from their center point to stretch only ceasing their journey once they connected at the back of his skull. Each lip was now wound in an upside-down position revealing mounds of shiny pink sensitive flesh blinding the man's eyes. Few tufts of hair poked from the edges as his voluminous mane was surely too regal for the transformation to fully covet. Next, his tongue reached out only to curl down until it elongated into the hole of his neck. A push or two allowed for the drooling appendage to make entrance as it fiddled around with the uvula.
A puff of smoke from her crooked pipe brushed over the gruesome transmogrification of the man's head, now turned majestic ornament. Her red hair waved with her bouncing as several polite claps full of jovial sway echoed across the stage. The witch had created another work of art.
She pulled out a red leash then fed it around the stump of the neck, having to maneuver around the flapping tongue as she went about her work. Soon the leash was held in her hand pulling the head along with her steps as a makeshift balloon. The woman walked out from her place behind the curtains to greet the adoring crowd.
While she made art out of the politician, her guests had sublimely done an equally stunning piece out of the population.
The once rambunctious audience now were fewer in number and splattered all about. Some baked into soil, few floating above as a growing storm approached, most devoured as gleeful burps and chortles ran to her ears. The fake trees constructed of synthetic materials had colored themselves of browns and greens yet were a more atmosphere appropriate hue of cardinal disease.
The witch marched to the end of the stage sizing up her accompaniment for this grand event. Over a hundred had arrived, the majority being lesser Evolved, yet a select dozen were undoubtedly strong foes that even the witch felt threatened by. They were perfect for the mission laid out for them to accomplish.
The beginning to a fruitful future.
She held out a hand that cut through the air causing an immense gust of wind to blast the crowd of their distractions. "NOW! Shall the sun grow large; burst with guts of glory then Heaven's fury!"
Monsters hung on each syllable awaiting the proclamation to their promised reward. Tears of complete void in which they had exited from to reach their destination had now been closed leaving them a single way forward.
Victory or death. Which would they have?
"So too shall be the wry thoughts developing this solution, the final solution, to its climax. The climax which begins today." Fluid ran down with black blotted forms of mascara staining her pale cheeks. It was a joyous occasion with a sobbing happiness to follow.
"Go wild." She muttered below her breath. Even in its subdued nature did the monsters hear the phrase. Immediately they tore away into the dim of the day headed for their locations reaping souls along the way.
The Black Queen hopped off from her stage only to pull up one of the cleanly abandoned stools put in place for the extinct audience of regulars. She brushed off a lasting femur before she sat on its surface bobbing her left foot to a wistful melody of a forgotten future.
Once beheld but now foretold.