Dark Princess

The Terror that Peeks

Warning: Skip if not ready to read the gore scene.

He sat in his magnificent chair in his white robe. Each of us was escorted by a beautiful black angel with a silver scepter. But he was escorted by two of the most beautiful black angels, each with the longest golden staff among all the sticks with different patterns and carvings, the winged angel who was shooting towards the sky, looked even more majestic. They all worked together to make sure the morning agenda went well, in an elegant, royal way of life.

*Can you imagine how proud it is to be sitting down with the king enjoying a meal? Even though we were his children, having been chosen from hundreds - perhaps more - was his highest achievement. The pride we have comes out of the chest every day. Faced with an excruciating fear, what if I make one mistake and then return to the common ward along with the other non-elected?*We could have been calm and our faces happy, but in each of us, I believe, always in a state of alert. Every day is a fight to keep that position.

Still staring, I enjoyed the dish in front of me. This morning's menu is raw meat with fresh blood juice. It feels really fresh. I'm guessing, maybe the result of yesterday's ritual. Looking from the king's face, he enjoyed the dish very much. Our opinions must be the same. As soon as we finished eating, we were given a glass of water. Called daily vitamins that must be consumed before heading to the offering table. I like to drink it. Help me to gather courage and strength so that I can skillfully play the knife in my hand on the day's task procession. I'm curious and can't wait to know, who will get a turn for the ritual today?

Immediately after taking the vitamins, we walked in the form of neat rows behind the king, herded into a room, called a sacred space. One of the black angels greeted us in front of the entrance, handing a beautiful knife - the blade along the palm with a sturdy shiny wooden handle complete with carved winged angels each into our hands while stepping into the room.

With a ready attitude, we stood around a long iron table. The king is in his head. Because at the youngest, I was standing at the very end, guessing, I would definitely face the calf. The white satin cloth that covered his body was lifted. I was amazed, she was so beautiful. But still, I think I'm prettier. Her hair was very long, unraveling on one side of the table. He must have done a lot of good things and never acted up until he was finally chosen and was there as an offering. I, like everyone else, can't wait for my turn to be there. But it seems that I have to wait for more than a hundred knocks on the door to get elected.

We prayed. Then the music is played at a high volume. The king began to sing. I want to emphasize this, I really like the kind of sound, the deep baritone voice. I enjoyed her singing by closing my eyes and recording all the notes in my heart. Then the king began the ritual by cutting off his long hair and putting it on a golden tray. After that, the volume of music was tuned even tighter, the black angels in the room came up to us and stood right behind us, leading a long choir while the king performed the peak of the ritual; to make him sleep peacefully.

*We all closed our eyes while singing as loud and loud as we thought. After repeating the same song three times, we were able to open our eyes. As I expected, I got one of his legs. Easy work, just one foot. I started working on my part. *I just need to separate the meat from the bone and cut it in the form of boxes of the same size, making sure the end result looks nice and neat. Maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we will get this as a meal at the banquet table like this morning.

We came out of the hall forming a neat row behind the king. Heading to the swimming pool that has been mixed with milk. The most fun part after completing the task is having fun in the water. We take off all the clothes and go inside to cleanse the body of the blood that sticks to our body. It is the process of purifying oneself after performing a sacred ritual. We help each other to rub their backs and clean the rest of the body. The king was assisted by a black angel in another part of the pond. We can still see it from far away. A special pond, beautifully built and magnificent, only the king and the chosen people can enter there.

The pool water that was milk white, turned reddish. It was clear when we finished cleaning ourselves up and got out of there.

After that, we were given time to relax in the garden, to dry our hair before getting fresh blood juice and another glass of vitamins, so we could sleep in peace. Because, for some reason, every time you finish the ritual, the energy is drained. The limp is not just the body, but our whole being. Indeed, after taking that vitamin, I felt a sense of euphoria. I even praised myself for doing a good job for the day.

I walked into the room with a big smile, still maintaining an elegant gesture. Lying beautifully on the couch, imitating the way –daughter who became the offering earlier– lay on the offering table. I feel, I am so great.

The black angel who accompanied me to the room, helped dry my feet, he remained there until I fell asleep. As before, he repeated the same story about the king. We don't have a count of days and time, so I don't know how many of those stories have been repeated. But her voice sounded melodious in my ears and the story of the king was like heaven to my soul, for I was one of her chosen daughters.

The black angel whispered a sentence before he came out of the room...

"Sleep peacefully princess, tomorrow will be a beautiful day again." I slept with a beautiful smile.