The rusty golden ring

king Philip sat on his royal bed...there was the awkwardness in the atmosphere...the royal room held bright brown curtains that matched the color of the metals and a few purple curtains since the color purple mostly spoke of royalty... Philip was a rather simply man and loved a simple but beautiful life...he tilted his head backwards and knitted his brows in a frown when he smelled Monica's dirtiness coming.....shit...for a man to think of his wife as a pig

KING PHILIP'S POINT OF VIEW

well it was definitely a very bad thing for a man to despise his wife but I found myself here.... unable to help the feeling...she's a real bully. Not as if I don't know I'm the king and supposed to be superior but...I'm handicapped....I mean that Damm heartless creature of a woman is so cruel.... remembering the times I had taken a stand against her and done something good which her evil soul didn't like she often made the villagers pay...she betrothed our daughter...not as if I didn't comply...I mean Natasha ought to be married to keep the family and traditions going so things remained in tack...but left to me I'd had disobeyed the law along side my daughter cause I don't want things in her life going the way mine had gone

I don't have powers...I mean every pure blooded deity was supposed to but what happened?...I mean as a child growing up I saw my powers growing and swelling in me but at age 18 when Monica came into my life. she waS a sixteen years old innocent girl....I liked her....she was the neatest person I ever met....made me wonder and wander why she looks so dirty in dusty clothes now.

Her royal majesty princess Monica strolled in an elegant peach colored dress that looked really good on her ..the neck line was lower revealing a little swell of her cleavage ...it fitted so tight at her belle to her waste and it gave out her shape...slender and beautiful but it dropped freely downwards to her ankle...i was sure the wind could easily push it up ...to and fro the pieces of the dress and reveal her thighs....I was naughty enough to wish the breeze could shift into the wind and made it heavy enough to do my bidding.,....my eyes beamed in lust as I stared at her...she walked into my room like it was hers...well ofcause yes it should be....we ruled bugland....it was our time.

she smiled at me with a sheepish grin on her face and I was sure I could do bad things to this innocent looking girl ...she was my bride afterall. I stretched my hand to reach out to her...she didn't take a look at me but she placed her hands in mine and I squeezed it softly making her feel as comfortable as could be.... maybe I was trying to give her the impression that she was safe with me.....but wait..... wasn't she?...I certainly couldn't harm her....my lust will eventually grow into love....if not... maybe content....I mean this is the woman I'd be stuck to for the rest of my life

I noticed she took a quick peep at me and she most be having butterflies in her Tommy now....it only made me feel unmeasurable pleasure of how soon and easy it would be to devour her

" what are your powers?" she suddenly broke the silence....she most have been feeling too uncomfortable with the silence....she sat on the bouncing bed that sunk in due to her weight but let out a better measure of it up again since she didn't seem that weighty ...I sat too staring at her....she took two peeps at me before measuring up with pride and lifting her chin up so her eyes met mine...I smiled

" powers?" I repeated as if I hadn't realized my powers yet or maybe I wasn't sure the question she asked me now....or perhaps I forgot what the word power meant....

Her brow furrowed and the little smile on her lips slacked and within seconds disappeared.....

" oh dear...I ..my..."I stood up immediately feeling a sudden heat in my body... like I was in hell...but immediately I got up...it had calmed down.....I took two steps away from the bed and I heard a click sound behind me....I turned to see the door had automatically closed....I was quit startled....I felt threatened by her and my sweat were beginning to form... crystal balls on my forehead...she smiled.

" I was only showing you my powers Philip....so you can properly identify and understand what the word power meant.."

there was this thing with the way she said it...the sound of her voice innocent and consoling...but the impact was something else.....

" I can control objects with my mind... make you feel things that perhaps aren't there" she stood up staring into my eyes and walking slowly towards me....the way she made me feel right now I couldn't really explain....we are both blood sucking deities but right at this moment I felt her coarse tongue sucking on my heart

how's that even possible? she's still about four feet away from me but still...I hit my chest holding on to faith and hoping I can snap out of it

" stop it Monica..... please.... please.." I pleaded when I felt my life draining...my knees were suddenly quaking and it wasn't feeling good.....

" I know your powers....I've heard rumors about you and I've seen it manifest...myths that should remain so but no they're in our time..." she continued....her eyes flickering in different vibrant but dark colors....it was obvious she had nothing good about her.....

this little thing.... blessed with so much power but it's now a curse....what was lord Allen thinking?....that 10 years old lord all supreme... reincarnating every one thousand years....why had he let her possess such evil powers

" I know you can telltales...see into the future and design souls ....now tell me what you see"

" you have the ring....the golden ring....you'd stolen it from a helpless soul and had sucked her powers but you need to keep her alive so it can function.....you're evil...you cannot over throne all supreme lord Allen....give her back her source....you cannot be immortal and reincarnate as you desire....you cannot live for ever..."Philip was crying as he felt his throat tearing apart....he could see through her....if he dies it would be easier for her to reign as lord in his stead...she'd have authority more than ever....he had to do something to stop the plague....but what?

" what else can you see?"Monica was desperate...the expression on her face as my eyes and sight were turned vague....I could still read her.. she wanted to hear an affirmation that she'd win....she wanted to kill me for fear I'm the only one that can hinder her ...

To me my powers were nothing but a curse....mare stupidity... useless...of all the powers there is ...I was the myth .,the designer of souls....dammm Allen...I cursed him now ..but it wasn't the time for cursing....my life was in my hands to save.

" don't kill me Monica...you need me...I'm the only one that can guide you to make it right....I'm the myth ...I know when the lord sleeps. what year and what time to perform the ritual" I had to fix a Whopper of a story and she immediately blinked her eyes into the usual dark greyish color it was

stupid!....I cursed her within me....

I was on my knees on the cold carpeted floor catching my breath....I noticed she took two steps backwards in something I can mistake for regret and five steps swiftly towards me to pick me up to my feet

" oh dear husband...I'm so sorry...." she apologized...there was this look in her face that anyone would mistake for concern...love and care ...but certainly not me

I've seen how dark she could be...how dark she is ..the darkness in her.... which she was made of ...she was darkness herself

I had only enjoyed my powers of designment for awhile were I know who to use and how to manipulate people...not that I hadn't felt useless and cursed lord Allen sometimes...I mean other deities could heal.... disappear.....super strong... control objects.... and here I was... only with the ability to see the darkness in this evil soul I've been plagued with as a wife

fuck shit....I'm not sure I'd be having any kids.,..

as this dawned on me... I eyed her with contempt and wish I could bury myself or rather be a commoner or just a slave.