Delirium Girl

Arbitrus just stared back, his grin broadening to a manic curl, his orange eyes shining, reflecting masturbation my image. “I remember that feeling,” he said in hushed voice, almost reverently, “the energy surging through me, the flame raging from my flesh, scorching the world in searing sheets of heat. God, I miss innocent it; killing like that… it makes you feel like a god.” “Yes.” I whispered, my breath barely coming from me. I saw the manic sparkle in Arbitrus’s eyes, and I saw the same gleam in my own, reflected from his sclera. He understood me, understood me completely. “But once the pleasures of death have left you, and the flame has dwindled, there’s a void, isn’t there?” Arbitrus asked, “A hole that can never be filled. The weak soul mistakes the hole for a rise, and digs deeper, thinking they’re climbing a mountain, but digging, and digging, until their entire being is not but the vacancy skinny they’ve made of it. That was me, once. I thought I was strong because I could kill, and only through The Holy Mother, did I realize what a weak man I’d become. You are not weak, Julia; you know the price of murder.” “Could I even kill you?” I asked, flames beginning the quell. “ Only you can,” Arbitrus grinned again, “as Passion well-knew. It was why she wanted you, why she loved you. You are The Destroyer, Julia; the killer of all things. It wasn’t your fire in her woods, nor your fire on her flesh that killed Passion. It was your fire in her soul.” “How do you know about her… about what I did to her?” “I am tethered, as she was,” Arbitrus explained, “I can see all the creatures that touch the astral plane. Not just astral beings or Sentients, but those with one foot in both worlds, like Passion, like me. Like Diamond.” “What?!” the flame on my flesh died, skin growing suddenly cold. “Your daughter carries a little bit of her mother with her. Only petite time will tell how that will manifest itself, or if it will at all, but it is there. Passion is dead as dead can be, but some piece of her still lives.” Arbitrus dared a hand on my shoulder, “I hope there is comfort in that.” “A little, maybe.” I muttered at the ground. shaved The songbirds were chirping noisily now, singing the praises of the sun as it revealed itself, casting rays across the golden fields, creating auras of dawn about the towers in the distance. “I never wanted you to know me.” Arbitrus said, breaking the silence, “I never wanted you to be burdened with my existence. While parting my suit bottom a little out of the way to pee (because I was innocent outside and didn't want to be naked) I brushed my pussy lips with my fingers... Jack looked at her. It was all she could do to remain standing. “Never fucked a MILF shaved before.” down the hill. If anyone was skinny listening petite they must have thought we were masturbation both artistic thickies. I just kept holding on to her not wanting her to fall on to garage floor. And Ed showed his approval by saying, "Oh yeah, that's it." But as we age and hair starts to go grey I don’t really like seeing greys down there.” She would move between the table's and make sure everyone had there coffee's refilled and I would see some of the men stare at her. Then, when I felt comfortable, we met up. As we were walking away Tom said I need to be wearing the dress to flash. She giggled and wagged her tail at the feel of my tongue. "Listen, don't worry about the loop.