As Simon walked home the sky and clouds dark and the rain drenching him to a soaked, miserable state, it was quite te. He felt rather nervous being out in the dusked streets as they did seem eerily deserted.

  He thought he saw an enormous shadow somewhat humanoid but at the same time beast-like, but told himself he was simply imagining things. He self-chastised for such juvenile silliness and turned down an alley, a shortcut to his modest house, and then a giant, green monster covered in scales grabbed the back of his slender, pale neck and Simon gave a rather mortifying, girlish shriek.

  “You best stay away from my Ivy beloved... I mean Shiver Gray, a from rosy lights to rosy returns, daylily,” it said, in a soft, sinister voice with a most beautiful control even whilst allowing itself to become imbued with the most wailing, heart-wrenching passion; at once harsh, anguished and enraged. At least for a mere moment, before the voice became coldly self-contained and solemn once more.

  “Naught can be done currently regarding Dear Leader, Aryan. All must be subservient to his dubious ideals. I may not prevent his touching of her, at this precise moment. Stealth pns will farewell this king’s reign of degradation. That subversive and tiresome influence we will fell. No more boredom as we feign to listen; suffering as we hear his pontificating.” The beast, then, imitated Aryan’s self-aggrandizing tone.

  “We can halt the globalist machine, cast out its iron shackles, and bring forth a righteous humanity. And utopian will the flyers glide, forever beneath the northern lights,” he mocked in a perfect imitation of Aryan’s voice, inflections and his speeches.

  It was a good imitation. Simon was fearful but rather impressed.

  “You, however, Mister Knightly Saviour, I may eliminate with swift immediacy. Unlike he to the heavens cleaved. One of needful necessity.”

  “May I ask, do you remember the lovely, purplish-fountain grass in unspun tresses that did elide the house-bound and the valley near abyssed? Where still wilderness beauties tail and feather things and desert candles light the greenless foliage.”

  Simon nodded oddly. He wasn’t sure exactly what the Beast referred to, but the violet pnts and grass sounded like a Virtualiser story he had pyed once.

  “Created by my Shiver, well Sibyl Farling, her origin, her twinning, their hands forever entangled together like the fairest leavings.”

  For humankind’s fws, limitations and frailty Monovalent makes amends. With AI, we might never be for shallow knowledge famishing yet Aryan and I were for true greatness, hankering. The shallow cannot become gilded, and we must try to see new patterns and realities. Yet for you, there'll never be anything, but your tree hollowed( you are a beneficiary of evolution’s uneven hand) nothing great be summered in your mind.”

  “You and many are svering for recognition. For an often-illusory goodwill and status. No humanitarian loss if perished every one of you pretentious, run-of-the-mill Equalists with deference to society’s vulgar libertine. Dedicated to corporate and middle-css welfare. Sentimental notions of social justice and no idea how to execute them. Who left love and familial sin at the altar of egalitarian progress or idea misguided of it.”

  “So, one of such liberated perfection wants her in a cruelly-shallow heaven? My atomic weapon? An of all that isn’t picturesque, annihitor? Your heart is not rich-blooded enough to in another’s presence, readily heave.”

  “Concentrate again on making cheapened items and boredom-staving. The money belled falsely holy. Making practically jaible felony “romantic love” or any questioning. Forgo all fellow feeling and truly scientific and creative.”

  “Past bodies bleeding, snowed-over limbs, who whence function served, you annihite readily. Untruths spieling, cking empathy, you’re all atomised and drug-addled; unable to handle your outer or innermost wounding thus needful to this ailing medicate. Your experience of the pained, only to appear in occasional noontide that rose in a fleet of cloudiness.”

  “A soul to shear and not to mourn its hollow. Such wrongful need and perhaps at his virulent behest but Sibyl Farling mine, nonetheless. Want her as yours alone. Understandable. Female and male to starvation fall equally.”

  “When ideas of courtship and love turn to an alcoholic rave crawling muddied in the shallow. Man suffers to at worst, receive nothing at all, legless famish. For those womanly sex abounds but nothing else, given sweetened a poisoned fruit. Supposed to nourish yet not or scarcely. Inciting sickness and costing all innocence. They surrender to believing it’s a worthy substitute and quash real affection, and longing; namely, it’s a lie. A pretense of being close: a soulless falsehood is given to satiate bestial urges and status needs.”

  “No longer shall the creative, insightful be sleeved. From death’s grasp, I plied misericorde’s bded hand, lovingly neared. Never again the vilin’s relentless wickedness to fain. I only wish to watch my love smile impishly. Pary physical, intangible mores of loveliness and joying or righteously ailed. No inferior otherlings, for this adoration-bound beast.”

  “The modern-day is a walk sickliest daily in the Netherearths. It’s a pce increasingly no longer living but there are those of us who still to the sunlight yield. Who day deepened. Night steepened.”

  “Soulfulness, mind, creative wile are all left famished. Miscreants not emerging unscathed from follies. Never again fleeted to Seraphim Isle.”

  “Simon, modern ideals lead to a specious nding. Promises false equal-ness. Under its reign and refuge many fil, as true causes of death and agonies only a hidden file holds, yet Aryan’s postuted true Eden does not bode either…We are not the same. I wish for my perhaps evil, counter…”

  Silver ptter of issez-faire is indeed an imprisonment towered; slighting, blighting, leaving unfulfilled. Ah the travelled and supposedly worldly bourgeois, yet with unvaried thought and force-feed wisdoms. Ostensibly help others yet somehow always serve best whomsoever is ruling. They’ll like the tide change every time a new fad or power leader writes a new bible. Imperious, yet will as readily be svering over that golden and loveliest as that poorly-made. To worthless, mass-produced objects they cling.”

  “Despite opposing cims people taught to fear depth and love. “Family is dependence, “an unnecessary agony. Yet in hell barricaded due to a loss of cleavement, one unknowingly mourned. In cowardice refuse to put first another’s wellbeing: won’t give heart wholly. Yes, despite any spin they’re absent bravery and taught their worth’s everything. “

  “How some rich, bitter things detest lives and bonds and blisses of those below, ciming them unhealthful. Preach unity yet promote chaotic. Perfect lightness feign in a emotionless, dark herald. Incapable of understanding true pain or living due to moral malformation. Numbed. Sweet, hatchling, golden sparrow that only in the tree dying roost and surely as beggar or heathen to forever without wallow."

  They’re absent bright kindle but will the fire borrow; starve, mutite, to recreate the nobleness of struggles lost. With empty conquests, collect trinkets, makeshift work not for humanity’s betterment but mere status is the poor man’s glory.”

  “Sows on permanent heat rutting; obsess over nothings to point of death due to wells of bitters; without meaning. Losing shelter, vilges binding and haven. Longing, family and charity, workpce togetherness. All communal and solitary refuges. Bestowed new-age blessings of loneliness’s ailments. Broken companionship, btant selfishness of grinders and groundlings celebrated for bringing comforts and protections of the superiors to which they are ever-bound.”

  “No more living humble for others dutifully. The white-colred, for little bour, are vished with near all lion’s goods, riches, and uttermost security. So might teach you its provider of equal footing.”

  “Nursing my fiery paw thorned, I listen harshly-cwed from beneath my soft, feathered kingdom in reverence, silence lest I face utterances that besmirch my pride within my own css realms snidely.”

  “How my Shiver too, might bore someday as never needs to ride the struggle of life itself… Thus, without motive to dream of things greater with a never-ending sheen… What causes innocence? Not mere empathic kindness but wonder; sweetness is but liveliest vulnerability and earnest curiosity not yet reposed. It separates the elder from the youth, the hardened from the weariless.”

  “We annihited it all. No more gather speckled waterfowl by the river’s bedding. Within every bodily hollow, dying mesothelium. Flesh to shear. Now comes Our Contagium. Biological warfare.”

  “Afore us, Western imperialism returned the touch of scarlet fever that did all in heated anguishes and fmed agonies sleeve; attempted to bereave all brightness, no teeniest fleet-of love-sparing and the masses they would happily adorn in palest, crippling dress of polio.”

  “Yet ironically it our manufactured pgue of semi-biological warfare seek out and destroys all other viruses present in host body part of Aryan’s cure humanity’s ills eventually pn.”

  “We're tethered to the disabled, limbless cloak of leprosy; to needful life-giver insulin unless wish a paling or perishing and thirst from droughted, waterless rabies, as frequently what we drank lies ashen. In relentless sughter as lusters and gluttons refuse to vilify the militant, beautifully-arrowed, drawn-bowed kiss of Bck Death.”

  “To homage again the modern-day; see the failing pancreatic islets. The red, dying branches of common iliac artery. On Doppler image life-flow stilled. Endure hypovolemic bloodletting of HIV. A heart to sy, to heartlessly fy. Famine from the workless ilium. Tumorous mind targeted for cellur decay.”

  "Under crony plutocracy, all do duly perish, paling and for death famishing. Feeblest spirits call of their thankless downfall in a moulting dusk or spyed and fyed in the rose-gray morn. Snowiest loneliness to dismember and leave to wallow and wane all from transient eyelid to the mortal, silk membrane, never to see fifty-four, seventy, or for most unfortunate twenty-three, under this reign.

  “Since the Shiver project eradicating foes is achieved with the same ease as simple, everyday task even if they pose little risk; done almost as a mere formality. I’ll simply strangle you into submission dire here, none to suspect, no known connection and you’ll disappear never to be found.”

  “Use corrosive compound to erode body sin to naught but bone and to bury in graveyard hallows. Near towering turret, annihited, eviscerated nearby pilr of stormy isles and bolts pale as the angelic. Obsolete as the tallow in nterns fallow.”

  “Useless to what we pn to achieve and outed, your listless eyes will be left under another’s tombstone in Farling Hollow in a wuthering and withering. Woods guarded and gardened by little ste water rail, downed in a golden fairy-tale castle. I shalt utterly circumvent authorities. Your family members and friends’ nonplussed leave.”

  “If let you leave and you could tell, my poor, delicate little Shiver in swampnd and loveliness dawned, soon becomes both ravished and famished. Go forth to her death and I once more must ment, impoverished. During my destitute loss of heart’s true hold; once abandoned and once salvaged: her at any cost, ever-beheld.”

  “Ever-treasured cherishment. In her believer, like the man to Lord beholden. She lit joy everywhere. Not doled out tidally, for everywhere a snippet, sliver of salvation. In my voyage into her Farlenvale, whether at times summered or snowed, what held true, was the sobriety of spirit: lifted me and all from comatose and drunken-citied meadows."

  "Able to see peace amongst the primroses, toll heaven in the holly. Blissful beasts in the gossamer-winged lycaenid. Found both it and the Father till He and it were sold past the cup-of-gold vine.”

  “She remains subordinate to his every whim. Only I have wit and means to salvage the misbegotten but once assured of her sanctuary, she’s mine, pretty, vapid man-child. I see you are by me overwhelmed and repelled in regards to this I could naught feel less.”

  “I know you’re kind. The gall to chastise your ancestral elders. Who survived war and famine, wasting diseases. Fevers that killed thousands or more, disfiguring, disabling polio. Losing young to death regurly. Yet told them to focus on gay marriage, patriarchal privilege and come into the century.”

  “This century abysmal rang. Filled, overbilled with repellence destroying families, culture, communities. Ensves all as easily-repceable bour and marketable commodities and seen as commendable not deplorable. Perpetual whiners with entire Psychiatric institution to justify their victim complex.”

  “Individualism is conveniently abandoned when wanted in these modern-day halls. Once self-discipline and control were practiced in avoidance of temptation to commit dangerous acts and when people needed to cope with traumatic trials. This’s highly self-reliant.”

  "Now they need to forever medicate and administer rites of comfort to weather hardship. Ask the state and business to control people’s moral voices. No man can build every bridge alone but can certainly soldier through lives miseries and evil’s wicked pleading, it’s weeping beseech of a whisper with strength and self-possession and without pill and prodding."

  “Commanding one to believe one incident can a life ruin, bme every faulty act or failure in livelihood on. One failing shan’t leave you in permanence madied.”

  “Slum-dwellers, widows, veterans, and vagrants soldiered hurts the dy with the prickle in her thumb can’t. Those already or left permanently disabled truly pitiable. You at least had a chance to live long and healthfully, without constant physical struggle.”

  “Yet you make these malformed beasts figures saccharine; recast their weaknesses as strengths, diversity. A right to cim toughness from their "supposed" hardship, That they wield to command a pretense from others: “that they’re regur and to disbelieve what bright eyes, pinly see.”

  “Same specious reasoning says we may socialize everyone into being the same; forgets humanly intelligence is visual as it is dextrous; the ability to understand and categorise, to wish to differentiate. Seen across cultures and time.”

  “Why eliminating gendered nguage won’t prevent people noting dimorphism. Male and female attractions I find not purely conditioned. Akin the artistic, scientific or musical, somewhat innate. Yet other factors influence. Freedom of expression is too give flight to said gifts. Obliterating barriers and solving health failings are some of its many treasures.”

  “Not brute competition which instills their wonder. Merely births the crass desire to be considered highly, even if only achievement is mass production of worthless throwaway trinket: for it’s about accode and status not love of craftsmanship, knowledge or want to make beauty for own sake.”

  "Many painters and writers now beloved perished in poverty, significant science theorems took years to formute, today discarded quickly as monetarily worthless."

  The Ancient Middle East, Egyptians and Romans and early China under imperialism, the somewhat isoted monks, even Newton lived under far from modern capitalist regimes yet their invention, and discovery remarkable.”

  “If read biography of philosophical, artistic and scientific greats its youthful exposure to environment rich with literature, high education and music and art that tend foist upon young shoulders love for these wonders humanly.”

  “Incidentally despite your imagined aggrievements think. How could poor men exploit wealthy women? Honestly usually couldn’t; protected from their criminal activity or any unwanted advances by guards, armies, violent governing forces and walls built to protect ruling css. Poor men warred to increase their access to richer, heartier nd. Sved and died for rich noblewomen.

  “FGM and foot-binding rewritten as about purely womanhood’s subjection but as much upper-css issues. Their idle pleasure-seeking over dignity bodily and health; what different between little Italian castrati mutited for pleasure of his beautiful voice and the female child for her teeny, exquisite, broken feet? Harmed and compromised.”

  Both status symbols, done for sake of human song and form as art and women of wealth too intended renewed performances of and reaped benefits of undeveloped men melodic.”

  They who believe themselves sthe addest, darkest mb for being denied any sexual act to indulge in or narcotic to devour or nd to reap even if starve or infect their fellows to weakly blood and bodies. Into vale fly from mal-eyrie or "savior the nesting-evil-in-flights-of-greenery."

  "Their predatory, bck hearts beckoning something almost sweet as if they only falsely-prowl. Cold dew of the -fair vaery owl. Worship and do not abhor such bruises for the bells of the eyes. Colpsing society with their hoardings and frivolities.”

  To battle the brutes burgeoning every such w as viotor of liberty would suggest organ theft or imprisonment or monetary depletion of those who merely have one IQ point or penny below that required to be worthy of the paternal is mere sensibility for good of the many to jail those with wrongful view imperative to social harmony."

  "One wealthy woman being paid the same as her male counter imperative. More valued for her supposed, singur contribution than the lives of a thousand youth. Individualism, collectivism, fascism and libertarian philosophy they pick the fruits they wish from all these farms of thought for mere selfish wants, without any stable consistency.”

  The transsexual simirly sufferer of an ailment which makes them covet a different outer, then injured by glorified butcher for money to fit a shallow gendered and visual ideal ironic in a world which enlightenedly denies it even matters.”

  I wrote that it’s from The Imminent Starvation in the Hard bour of Freedom: Evils of Eve.

  “Which shalt not read as goes against your belief and is therefore knowledge best tossed asunder.”

  Another example to rattle your sensibility I herein y. You haplessly believe abortion needer is untouchable yet not a woman of cancerous affliction, suffering agony, death, and loss of greatest of bodily agency. You believe first inhumanly to question, it’s the line drawn in the battlefield.”

  “The tter you’ll allow perish for her poverty. This is not to you as unequal because sickness is not specific to womanhood. Make this distinction based on “choice holy” not suffering. No such reasoning will allow you to gift any parcelled-kindness to the infant. For do not consider it true child and yet your dy usually had least some agency to end up where she did situationally.”

  Of course, care not for the dy of youth, with the inability to find economic substance and who feels she must not take the life of a wanted child. Spat upon by ruthless and professional-minded who see weakness as a burden unless mutited by own hand; then it's called heroism.”

  “By her family, governing state and community as her young nguishes and father will out opt as is his bodily right to ditch honour and that precarious life, for his wants and personal growth.”

  “I agree with Universal health care.”

  “That’s not contrary to what I stated. Most of your kind do. You’re contradictory as you preach universal compassion and openness; something you hypocritically never ceases rattling on about.”

  “Are you against...?”

  “No. Christ simple-minded aren’t we? I actually find it very necessary evil against the disabled child, poverty, and those who can’t with motherhood cope. My beloved, Sibyl Farling, was in great disagreement: she thought murdering one’s own waiting-in-the-wings offspring was the ultimate in female cruelty and cowardice. Was simply pointing out there are precious few even life-sparing, medical procedures demanded as a right by default. As it and Trans surgery often far from an existence-savior, are.”

  "Okay, another one...People who don’t work or can't find it don’t deserve basic necessities such as food or shelter but promiscuous persons who spread disease knowing full well what the risks are deserve Aids treatment as a basic human right?"

  "They think lust is not a sin, but gluttony is. They despise the disabled, overweight poor, pregnant women, or welfare recipients receiving “handouts, yet billions are spent on their STD-riddled, ck of self-control and wilful acceptance they can harm others for their own sexual gratification. Why do they require it be funded on demand from taxpayers and society?"

  "I guess I believe both should be treated with compassion and their basic needs helped," Simon stammered. Knowing his foe was somewhat right. There were those in the social justice community who believed they deserved government research funds and basic health benefits, but other csses of humankind didn’t as they were drunkards or overweight and zy. The self-inflictors. They sometimes even protested aid to children in homophobic or promiscuity-penalising countries as if endless sex was a more fundamental right than clean water was."

  “Not surprising that stance suppose," Emanuel chortled slightly.

  "Your kind encourage bizarreness, criticises old traditions and whence its coercive indoctrination doesn’t bear fruit, thinks people are failing and not your vision’s fwed. You colpse to lesser traumas, that people in the third-world and stronger citizens of the past who saw loved ones and children die routinely, did overcome.”

  “Modern academia far from pce of rigour, its exclusivity and high standards became overinfted with millions wantful for work in economic decline and status-seeking drones. Attracting every imbecile, pretentious scourge of humanity. “

  “Though study, test and hypothesis are crucial, a bright person can use primary sources and patterns of w, reporting, government and behaviours values of those around him to see mores of his time better than someone trained but with bias, and inability to decipher what such facts truly mean.”

  “I’ll tell you what’s privilege; trivial-tasked idling. No real concerns, no starvation or sleeplessness and overwrought heart failure or threats of true violence. Aryan told me tales of his work in a computer store as an adolescent youth. You affluent little hoodlums hollered, to buy pathetic little trinkets at a poor employee on their feet all day as you did rut and overindulge to the point you became numbed.”

  “How could men sing to writhing shadow, to mysticism gliding of a female form after seeing it contorted and degraded in a nguor to shame every bestial animal? How could appreciate the relieving delicacy of a meal when shovel and never famish? I frequently refrain from consumption, make a sweltering feast of the fruit most simple.”

  “I didn’t not view deliberately the unclothed body of woman till my adolescent bride. So much sweeter, finer, fairer than the weary ruined creatures of the heartily rode.”

  “You went home meanwhile and penned faulty about the malfly of equality which was a mask for supremacy chortling “gays make better guardians”, “women better leaders/ brighter than men” but to state opposite heresy and thought crime... Crying foul at fag insulters and impoverished wolf whistlers deigning to notice the dy with undergarments on dispy.”

  “Nonsensical arguments since beauty's allure lies in exclusivity not pertaining to a universal exquisiteness...for women. Overweight or old men are still repellent. You penned of the tragedy of needing more female tycoons and CEOs.”

  “How females need “strong independent role models” (including media depictions of them as royalty yet by definition they inherited their power and fortune. Simply to teach them to be more self-seeking, competitive, and cruelly readied to expand their rank amid glorious elites.”

  “Do find fault with focuses too much on fictional dwellers but most point out, those of poverty depicted, are concerned predominately only with one thing to make them worthwhile; possible upward mobility.”

  “Take no pride in honest hard work instead throw away for need to become part of true glory. All after some disingenuous lightly-criticising of one-percenters. Whilst weep over ck of political correctness and middle-css sexual, racial and womanly suffering.”

  “Working hard doesn’t always reap rewards yet few are willing to contend competitiveness itself is destructive and makes people overly individualist and reduces cooperation.”

  “Whilst higher-cssers cssic exempry of saying “idle hands make mischief, manufacturing false worries. Their Victorian era vapours lie hypochondria and self-imposed starvation, phony oppression and moral outrages. Puritan desire to ban and ruin financially, take livelihood of dissenters and manufacture insurmountable obstacles to satiate lives of adventure and challenge bereaved.”

  “Including reveling in and assuming one’s a survivor by merely existing in a certain group, by one past incidence of abuse. Thus disadvantaged and needing assistance and vishment of praise.”

  “People fuss akin wolves over division of a carcass about whom life gifted more trove treasures. Never consider to be grateful or to others gracious. Never thankful for your or society’s blessings and you simply covet or envy others. Should wish for all this world do offer and fight and blight others to achieve it.”

  “Corporal greed to have what want. Which feeds into concurrent spite that others mustn’t have your valued things, lest they lose value.”

  “To be sweet and trusting, kind and cautious and revel steady patience which instil cooperation in precarious social order. Sharing and charity and for a quality of life striving these virtues are all now moral failings. Not virtuous due to refusal to be bowing to unholy might of the highflyer.”

  “Forgiveness is granting others too much power…only you matter. Yet this virtue helps us reconnect with other beings faulted; goodness at times is ailing but let’s annihite past grievances….Hatred and bitterness ever-kept one in thrall of selfish sickliness. A maise of self-torment over wrongs never righted.”

  “To be a hard worker not valued unless the right kind, communal fellowship for your nd and country and beloveds brotherhood is a failing, suggests you’re not self-reliant enough; needing help implies cannot achieve on own.”

  “Becomes unseemly too others adore. You’ll not need endure any fate that might be befallen to ensure their protected. Ever-wanting this, goes hand in hand with envy, fury and possessiveness over status, trinkets or beauties others hath seen as not simply acceptable but frankly desirable.”

  Don’t accept your pinness or mindlessness or the sex nature bestowed, strive for other nobilities or goodness of differing kind, all misfortunes deny, and demand others do under threat against them and thyself.”

  Sex, race or sexuality is still about who resides highest in the ivory tower. Infantile tear-stained wails of her slice is more than mine prevails.”

  “No respect for “women” a word more suited to royalty than anything profound. Life has more accurately “a dignity” that need be honoured. I saw your mixed messages about violence as white, straight and male and attempts to excuse or supress assaults and syings committed by minorities.”

  “Attempts to teach children refrain from being judgement lest grow up racist, without harmony, “homophobic,” a term nonsensical.”

  “Future criminals are formed via unstable home, poverty, ck of opportunity. Why ever should people respect certain groupings? That’s no dignity it’s the false, polite face one don to avoid disavowing the queen. Where to speak, if unwelcome to her sensibilities, even truth is treachery.”

  “Note all that benefits the wealth holders offspring; it's your right, interestingly. to judge based on money, and status just not looks/sexuality. Be aggressive, competitive and entitled, take more than need, harm others indirectly yet this is considered harmless and heroic.”

  “Demonstrating power, strength and initiative whilst supplying livelihood to others too animalistic, dim to be worthy. After all white trash are uncivilized breeders, deadbeat imbeciles. Blighted beasts, lucky to be granted work and shelter at all.”

  Concentrate on crime-of-passion murderer who rarely commits an offence again or serial assaulter who ruins maybe half-dozen lives at most and forget those killings millions yearly. Business owner using child workers, wearing out bodies to an early grave, takes nd, food and resources from natives and third-world countries then asks why savages don’t find betterment.”

  “The factory poisons and obscene food and resources hoarded by those rich, selfish and miserly who take spoils of the bour then more via insurance, loans and interest rates from destitute families. Do the least work unless networking counts. Alongside, the free-love and free-movement brigade spreading disease, each one alone takes more of humankind to Hades than any drug lord.”

  Cimant hero surgeon who maims the whole of a deluded body-change seeker. Monetises possible death and harm of others. Masochists must be indulged. Always validate pain and maim, for your penny and pleasure.”

  Men who fetish weight-swelled to bedbound women or spreading aids to lovers and seek these malforming’s on their own pne are somehow above he driven by hunger, desire, and a happenstance cking. The support for basic health and worthwhile livelihood.

  "See brutality, idiocy, and evilness decrying“parental childhood abuse” but never youthful poverty. Misguided outlets less commonly rage at them being denied living essentials. Watch it turn into a necessary willingness to fight back in any way for scraps taken by the underserving.

  “Call for turning of female into male (unsuccessfully attempt to convert males into feminine castrati which feminists say wish for but actually detest) because men are evil but women behaving like them idyllic).”

  “Gather more clean assassins, too precious to themselves raise the bde, but outnumbering criminal for deaths. All buying electorates, using tax havens and profit-shifting in order to not contribute to society that builds their roads, transportation, hospitals and educates them.”

  “Power-hungry women obsessed with strength and superiority, ment how men enjoy power yet in unacceptable ways such as over women through assault or higher standing, while being preachers for competition and betterment over others and using them for one’s own ends, in every other walk of life particurly the corporate.”

  “Use poverty and corruption of third-world nations to ensure easy supply of cheap bour and commodities then these big politicians and business righters criticise their government. Whilst abhorrent soft, middle-css sentimentalists racism weep because despite their medieval fws other cultures both equal and beyond criticism.”

  “rights demand but honor no obligations; need to delineate your right to maim your forms, ignore starved miseries of others, infect them with disease, organize witch-hunts against people from with unpopur opinion. Those accused felons.”

  Venomous, post-modern heathens delineate modesty as weakness not acknowledgment you’re no universal center, only an important part. Others matter too; yet loyalty to them means nothing.”

  “Cannot learn love, empathy intrinsically or through righteous cssroom lectures but from compassion for fellows, starting with family and community; friends, educators, carers, charity begins at home, if do not value own people will colpse, he whom tries help everyone often aids no-one.”

  “These st self-sought generational brood lived childless and between home, bour and lovers swinging never helped out their but more misfortunate compatriots in the suburban vilge; nor learnt be to others bound could not y down for any but oneself in honour.

  “If one weakens one’s own country to terrorism, worker oversupply poverty, civil unrest for sake of equalness whilst third-world lose their much-need professionals lives of many worsen and the benefits decrease and eventually cease. Separate is better sometimes. More beautifully united.”

  “Sacrifice young and healthy offspring for ter damaged ones. Feed and clothed, educated and luxuriated by your fellow beings. Fail grasp no absolute freedom for that find wilderness or death. Your gifted poisoned sustenance and worn forms, unless deign to refuse work and thusly rewarded with starvation. Proof of myth of bodily autonomy.”

  “Any kind of education/ empowerment perceived as lesser is most heretic of all. Better both and therefore more, people suffer equally. That is obviously righteous and founded-in-the-fair.”

  “Do you know tale of the Peta founder? Worked animals shelters for years saw abuse and abandonment of our most vulnerable. So sickened, scarred, she believed better all human companions perish than so many prolonged suffer.”

  “Like her Aryan feels pain triumphs love or rapture. Mao and Hitler aren’t devil beasts you paint, evil has a human grounding, Humanity must understand what motivated their supporters or doomed to repeat.

  All started with better intentions. Right wrongs of war, starvation and cruelty saw as warrior and worker. Bread-basket was to ensure blockaded that bleed dry Germany did not famish again, to save China from poverty and from birth such unequal distribution.

  Consider; you’re starved and from work offid, with twisted leg from polio untreated. Your kinsmen were pilged for wartime sins of your forebearers. Man approaches with ripest fruit. From a reaping, wealthier nation, are he and his business partner; a professional whom from birth was showered with health, abundance and education.”

  “You asked the two for a crumb as they but sneered yet this new man gives you half his plum and says, “You have privilege through your ancestors, but your wife is a hallowed dark: give her this fruit and let me help her recim from greedy hoarders her share.”

  “Thing about prosperity? It’s never for all. There is no “white trash.” Stop making inhumane vilins and fools of people driven by a desperation you do not know.”

  “Yet all now bow to your hollers of “bodily un-encumbrance. Do not understand right to speech, affordable housing and access to nourishment greatest freedoms of all and freedoms gained take patience. Money is no divine providence just sophisticated trade.”

  “Work of varying kinds as your supposed value to society use monetary reward to figure out often arbitrarily whom gets the resources it provides and how much of these liver-givers mankind through usually business and government makes and hoards.”

  Large wide-scale suffering somehow less problematic than few restrictions on vocal minorities’ behaviour. By modern standards being slightly unequal is the worst felony of all. Anti-liberty us found in responsibility, safety and restriction. Wrongful. Ironically cruel overreactions to things like sexual deviances more common in poorer cultures so with open borderers, those fair freedom lovers are exacerbating very ailment procim to fight.”

  “Uplift and gather all the gays and dies to endanger humanity too with genetically modifying foods, market, and patent genes built of the backs and study of works of greater scientists. Their research possible due to freedom of information. Invent medications that kill more people than save.”

  “They’ll make simply wonderful neighbour, mothers and lovers. Don’t in woeful beseeching plea your difference. Know your past and present; decoded all you’re information from the realm of the Monovalent if you wrote it electronically, I’ve seen it.”

  “You’re worthlessness established, she’s belonging to the only being whom harnessed that essential to resurrecting the once living. Doling out death and reassembling life and beauty is no longer merely nature or some celestial deity’s sworn duty. All hail Emanuel Roe, the unsung hero for now due to his tireless toil even once humble man may dip his nimble hand into creation.”

  “Over all, an earthly hallowing yet no longer a mallowing, due to my floweriest Shiver. Dear, omnipotent Monovalent. My humanly beings are the greatest of chimeras. Changing their DNA any time thanks to the machine leaving all old failings obliterated: they can adapt to any environment, even other worlds.”

  He knows, this revolting creature, he’s been stalking her and me too. He saw me kiss her, stroke her hair when she was crying about Aryan’s test affair red-gold curls so bright, and she looked so sad, and it shone so beautifully out of her rge, dark eyes and I just felt drawn to comfort and just to her and she didn’t stop me or prevent it from happening again, Simon thought to himself.

  “Wh-o… are you?” Simon asked curiously as blood tricked down the lean, muscur arch of his neck where the monster’s exposed scaled hands pressing hard had dug in and sliced it, he tried his best to prevent his quavering voice actually squealing. The terrifyingly tall and emaciated reptile man’s twisted, lopsided countenance seemed inhuman and unrecognisable as such, his being so scaled, repulsive and mottled Simon felt nauseated just gncing upon it.

  Utterly covered in those hard scales like a suit of armour he had no vulnerabilities as far as Simon could tell and was not willing to have his skin broken, bruised and even badly injure himself if did further enrage the psychotic man by attempting find any part of his body without the scaly protection.

  “Hush that voice, let it be syed. Patience and many a virtue were by men like you, stained. Bckwind of mammalian butterfly. A maple blight on the apeid. Loss of familial, neighbourhood and countryside. A-bustle with youths to cities fallen. Caring and being round continuously, little ones alongside young parenthood, lost.”

  Lands lost their rose of sweetgum and are ill-gardened: feel the ivy sting of the nature you waived. No more earth in stand-down, her trial and tremor you tried to defang and almost bested. Lived a life without giving her dues, her once thought-faltered hand comes. Beauty that took time to find and navigate to a developer’s mere inconveniences turned…” He paused then spoke again.

  “I am Aryan’s right-hand man. His darker shadow.”

  “Not what I heard,” Simon said with a grand attempt at bravery. “I heard you despise the man and want him overthrown.”

  “Yes, both can be true, and you could also be silenced. Wittering fools should bow to the greater, egregious men. No one bows anymore and they should.”

  “Worthless feelings fickle. They pgue you. You pathetic ghostly-imitation of humanity. I am an unhinged valve, but your metallic bonds are simply unsoldered. You are nothing. Readied to dismantle like feeble, pathetic splint. Aryan’s has that soon direly-yellowed beauty, quelled and quavering. Lost, lifeless from the elder’s face’s soon is their former comeliness. No more greenery winnowing.”

  “I angrily weep at Aryan and every other once-beautiful felon who uses tools of mastery and ensvement to be livelihood reaping. I cry for you, who is like modern- penned colloquial poetry. Mediocre of mind and spirit. Lacking higher talent and undeserving of having your simplified love and false reverence requited. Oh, far greater tragedy than those unloved; deserving affection yet never it gifted. Is one like you, who deigns yourself avaible readily for the cloudless lighting of the lover: for fair farlings never fleeted yet expresses disconcertion and mere bewilderment at its truth. She is candled from the brightest of kindling’s. Not for you.”

  “Voices their emotions singing, voyaged with song forsaken and a delicacy fluted. Tune of nelilih and fairy hornpipe, once travelled spinning windmills, echoed across the humbling hills and teach if true, depths of desire. Heed, we must consider love possessive. Intense it must be.”

  “Your moral philosophy welcomed every venomous, postmodern heathen to quell all emotions heightened. With a murderous envy cleaves. In faithfulness unwavering you banish the deep and mystical. Righteously bding the very heart itself. True love left floundering."

  "Her that creation fathered alongside nature, born in echoing rounds of the grey. A once beloved I did utmost cherish; but left to you, of the many fools to ever inhabit mindless and wingless an ant colony? vioting my Shiver beast bound to me?”

  “You’re overwrought hallmark romances, and a to-stale-flowers, yield. In this era, cold, yelling harpies and bnd Belles, abound. Take any one of them. Take seven. Or a thousand. Yet my maiden’s tumultuous nature will only be revealed to one whose voice can its emotions sing alongside a half-grimace smile exhibited rarely, in utter thoughtfulness. She would be powerfully taken but not quite in cruelty and not unduly.”

  Together I and my co-workers will return dissuaded lyres, and thrushes. Parting fledgling starlings were once a softened angel’s nding. Vehicles the air maul, lives of mundane mileage, tree’s decay; we sit at sullied sills. Offspring of once-tameless pnting left now only potted in dust on enclosed windowing.”

  “Travelled lifeless, southern gardens till assimited narlens amongst the light fallen vividly.”

  “Homes woodless, forestless. Stone perishing, brickwork foundations, built frail. Ring-tailed possums that resemble my Shiver-darling, in pces only half-leaved.”

  “Maidenhair ferns grace only balconies. Sun in st waning splinter; humanity if only could moult, wilfully shed all fault and folly. Airy as little sylph and mythical sprite, my flying foxes. I see my sugar gliders in my castled countryside. Its every sprite wild. In shadowy flight.”

  “In the name of the Father, I implore why you said in that ridiculous review you wrote once that film, and art need to make a “statement” God forbid some gentle escapism for overworked masses.”

  “The idea is that they move past and don’t reinforce old narratives,” Simon said.

  “Ah yes. The old, we must not reinforce so-called past transgressions. Fail to notice one must make political commentary to chime in on racial representation or few afflicted by gayness but not on child bourers, female Muslims hood-of-shame or those of medical care absent. Laughs at antiquated deadly sins… Outdated believe. Whilst greedily hoarding the world’s earthly treasures and nd. War’s greed manifested as continual colonization or resource thievery, nations wanting to increase their power and influence and compete with other world powers for the crowning title.”

  “As long as believer in right righteous causes, being wholesome and kind irrelevant. Blissfully getting on without giving, can be an uttermost sweetness. Nothing could be evil, sickened, about frivolous love and communal shunning or status and celebrity worship and wealth hoarders.”

  “I fathered sylphs and unique equations, as my contemporaries were raised with the ill-cultivated idea of wiling away their lives on useless rote knowledge. Without differentiation. Knowing what every other gormless overeducated hell sprite might know. “

  “Pride kept the generals in the First World War from admitting defeat and simply sent endless battalions of soldiers to the battlefield to perish, wrath’s propensity did induce our violent rampages until we greeted death instead by getting fat and zy: with gluttony gnashing our way to graves.”

  “The sylphs were…” Simon said his forehead creasing.

  “Airs spirits who danced eternal within even whirlwinds rushing well-before God’s grace and have their origins in Greek mythology,” replied the reptilian creature impatiently.

  “Flew, till Sibyl Farling epsed alongside reign of the fledglings and no-more ivy amidst the sweetness y. Love is naught till does in hailing’s spin; flightless till the gales. Till beasts' masterful fires join great statues of mencholy angels. Ethereal, bck hellhounds roaming strangely-shaped in shadows upon the sin ground. Numbers growing: their darkling paved below pale-as-ermine gravestone. She is strengthened by every little river-weep winding under a volute. Yet beset with the starless irises. Highly-pressured blood is thickened and infmed, lepers pale and barred from Valhal or nd’s faery; in the earthliest shiver. Shivery limbs therein nguish. Yet not ever hers.”

  “We’re delving into the mist. Into fortuitously-clouded cliffs, below snowy bough and melting gciers over warmthless souls. Into heartless hearts furrowing. All crossed; nailing us to cruelties never curbed or relented and away hopeful flung: soon comes the st mailing of fair wreath of mistletoe. Downy branches forgone.”

  “You, meanwhile, are the mb lost. I do not believe in your equality; justness and fairness yes but not equity. Take the sexual act, she is always more vulnerable. Of form frailer and exposed to potential bodily maim from penetration. He lies stronger and more aggressive. She is the child carrier and more liable to sexual disease and even general infection from disturbed flora of parts we shall not name.”

  “You can look at this vulnerability as many vile men do with the brutal competitor’s eye; as weakness exploitable and a reason for her to be used, despised, and degraded like an undeserving beast; or you like good men may see the beauty in the life of the vulnerable and the inherent glory she in so many ways provides and seek to preserve and protect those in need as your sworn moral duty. What you cannot do is see men and women as the same.”

  "Yet you will never understand and will lie thus wherein there’s nary a sweet sapling or snapdragon. Nearby no bright living thing. Only ever to glimpse your pin, feathered thorns and bck and white swallowtails asunder torn. We all float colourless from chrysalises once deeply tunnelled: we dulled everstingly beauty of the birdwing.”

  “Yet not I; filled with adoration after fell for her fair. Long since farewelled. My resurrected heirloom, fatally-poisoned. Mankind is no longer steadfast: a flighty spiel repces moth-eaten tome of societal strength, scientific discovery, and prosperity. A historical footnote is maternal kindness or masculinity slinging arrows of strong, fatherly influence.”

  “Desecrated, a whole impoverished nation. The honest and dutiful after an arrowing, flies. Ravaged are all homes. Ruined yet spoken of as if still holiest; we hail endlessly a humanity of self-seeking materialists. A repellent, androgynous mankind. Without love or family or purpose or creativity.”

  “ The simply selfish and miserly; equal in their nothingness. The polluted sea nymph, imperious Faerie Queen, a crimson-eyed demon of fiery ashes linger, alongside every faire flinger of st pale ember nguishing.”

  “This supposed nd of ardour is naught but wineless heaven, frozen and flowerless Eden. Roseless garden of riseless day. Accord us never-ending warmth yet summered without beauty. Commanding to be brought to twisted, bent knee and avenge the loveliness-fallen. Under the tilted, curving building of fairly golden stone, we're engulfed by oddly homogenous pntings of white-roses. Gardenias melded to the pale wisp-flowers. Unknown. Vio with violet merged.”

  “Darkness carries the night as walking in ravened gardens amidst the leaves spinning. Silvery-blue azures, fritilries ever frozen and forceful, the light no mere sliver but from the sun hailing: Things fringed in forgotten fallow. Gray-daunting is every dawning, till humanity metamorphosis into Shiver and find vivider home with welcome swallow.”

  "Softly-swelling is a mankind vast but fleeting. Revering healthless idols from those another wounding to the many self-brutalising; leaving own cheek hollowed. The very light haunts you fmeless moths with chrysalides over hearts that fell.” He paused and his lips and tongue hummed over the words.

  "I myself was gravened saviour of hapless livings till mere breath from death’s eternal pitifulness. You’re thistles blood-dewed, the purplish-violet bruise.”

  “My silent nightshades send tenderly arrow and merciful wolf-s bane; finishing man once carved dewily. Whilst instilling a Shiver heedless. Missing some out-of-reach floweriness and with spirits of a faint-candling but at least ck the brittle armour of other beings. Savouring their own visible brightness yet mocking those of the early light irises.

  "Solitary and bck-winged, forest’s briar can be born of one entangled thorn. Ceasing only whence our battlefields all wither. Perish everything fareyre in weak, redly-blister of death. Lain down not as one for the bald but such forsaken fell of the citadel of Iliad. A forgotten time to bemuse: its breath final and graceless."

  “Falling for misers and shills, we’re soon cast from ash-gray cliffs. Not to realms unruly but banal and of meaning bereaved, leading to a mere empty void, abyss. You’re gormless; not frightened but merely feckless, unaware of the existence of many consequences. Unlike you, I know of worlds absent any beauty bloomed. Across the liveliest living a bane besmirchs all humanity who sadly, continuously each other gifted life. You, without greatness to ail the sin, offer something desirable yet shorn, thusly ever beholden to the fate of the forlorn. A malleable cy; broke, roseless shale. Please surrender to the great who invent and innovate; engage in overhaul and revolution. You perform crucial tasks that are mundane, you with others we might interchange.”

  “Oh, my exquisite adoring for nguor and ingénue. Sends gild-tipped darts of but bckest oblivion, deep within the malevolent beast. A torch illuminating and yet controlled, lovelorn soul. Mere glimmer in the wistful eye were those moments most cherished as one. Tell me, son, don’t I exude emotionally-ced tragedy?”

  “Forget sweet altruism, fairnesses and simple, ample joy of daily livings. A vastly compelling state is found in an anguish rose-bedded, one goodwill stoning; with its sparing poetry of deliberately-misfortunate dwellers. They who adore to be aghast, revel in sorrowful madies and would consider it torturous to be of their maise, bereaved.”

  “Identitarians are consigned to unenviable fate and fare; eternal mourn of the horned. Internal penance of a soul amiss, to obliterate the envy must strike the whole hatefully.”

  “Who are you,” Simon asked once more “and how can you possibly believe Shiver would really love and marry you and not just fake it so you will save her. She is known for lying.”

  “Far from futile. Truth truly is admirable ardently, yet its well- assembled order is often never to race with the wild and unruly. Perhaps nobler than the deceiving human beasts yet for sake of love, artistic endeavour, might to such deception yield. Accept love’s eventual dying, willingly. Beckon it forth, even if unduly for its every illusion and lie.”

  “Naught is leaving such a touch fully harrowed though lies are despicable and in the House of the Lord, heaven is for the hallowed. Yet earth herein, man must make a candle from the tallow.”

  “We might be deluded sometimes. Imbued with the taint of the liar yet dreams help one carry out in imperfect nd, a man’s duty to humanity without being lost to despair at often heartless livings.”

  “The man of moral tidings knows many of his dark failings: not reveling in his sinful humanness he wept upon it. This morality has withered and away he does it fling; for brash modern pride in malcontent and lovelessness. Valuing cruelty and vulgarity as honest is misguided.”

  “Past harsh mencholy and old bitterness’s lie, dreary to remain but resent and malcontent pgue most the modern man, as remember only the times starless and unforgiving with warmthless meadows, valleys not even grasses ring.”

  “Yet ever-needful for the stars and the distant suns now invisible. Light only seen unevenly and many only know of their cobbled bright swaddled in hearsay rags for were turned to the silk shackled to the unspun in heaven. Due to light pollution. Atmospheric veil, therein. Yet no love or living thornless can without great blindness dwell.”

  “Abandoned to the shimmering, my Sibyl Farling… Those vast eyes shaded teary. Spoke of spirits fyed. In cruelty, life has spun many an unanswered whim and need but for a while, I saw loveliness doled graciously, generously, a thread, that soon broke but had instilled once, many a strange upsurge of joy and unprovoked kindliness.”

  "Any creator intends y bare, hidden faucets of nature. Nimbly his mind flowered till solved the mysteries of what can and cannot be. Long as brought brightness lively to others will be with glory reigning and never dire eventually will conquer all things wanted and all truths undesired.”

  “Technological advancement is another tool for beauty strive, observe one Sibyl Farling, her renewal naught but a slinging into the fountain of the faetal. This society focuses too much on what it incorrectly deems practical and profit-worthy; creation of throwaway, marketable things or modern conveniences. Ways to keep old misers alive. Yet intangible loveliness and conceptualizing new wonders, disdained, disparaged. Ought deign to build that which please the eye, evolution of the sentient makes its own reason.”

  “Our ability to see minute detail near to very particles of light falling, break something down to sum of its parts ties into an appreciation of the aesthete in mankind. To deconstruct beasts and the inorganic which alongside necessity has further driven us to become perpetual beautifiers; wistful to gaze upon our manmade wonder.”

  “Inspires us to create housing from the stone, alchemically transferring loveliness to another form, to strive for a life of quality and prioritizing the safe havening vulnerable things; which tend to be the ones loveliest. The desire to be all protectively-shielding, such good grace instills.”

  “To create artistic works, literature, scientific wonders. Keep environmental surrounds at least a gilded cage not a decaying ruination leading to failed ecosystems and humanity’s downfall.”

  “Forgo tendency to indulge spoilt boredom and seek the needful rush of fight or flight but not needlessly compete for the title of king of the tribe and concentrate instead, on the higher mind.”

  “The truth is sometimes unwanted. I fathered her fabrications and every honey-dripping feign of love. A but heavenly folly ever-lingering. Otherwise, might never mollify my soul’s stricken-ills and ailments and loss of Sheoluvu illvior. Sing sweet its remedy and bringing me to her most near; ever-exquisitely holding unto that image to me most dear."

  " Naught else could quell its woeful mady. Shalt unite upon Mercy Lane and no more in the snowiness held. Rid of the wellings of anguish. Nary bereft of her beholding.”

  “What glory to help things lost, old or broken; love, repair and care for wounded to see all shine as should thusly or even brighter make. An immortal humanity, without greed, envy undisciplined. Lives so sweetly without any wicked wanderings.”

  “Evil wants governing of power. Seeks to destroy perfection for useless paper wisps, for the chant of acknowledgment. “Admirable” to desecrate the whole and because dissatisfied with its healthful image. Put desires for paled-golds of a yellowy wistfulness idle and his shallowness first. This’s true repellence and destructive.”

  “ A solider leaves his fellow callously, a woman her child and a man walks by a dy assailed in street, home or combat far more often now; honour and old ways dead.”

  “Yet amidst the rowdiest whickfw we’d find myriad things of the Father throned fairly and as one in love tallied; a vial of vapour the bottled tears she spilled willing into my weepless cup with an unbooked heart and from snowless eye as seafarers and mourner once did as an emblem, memorial from the beloved took. Grieved till the waters repose takes to sleepless air.”

  “Incidentally I see can through most human pretence and find myself rather inclined to do and view you ughably tell yourself you care not for her.

  “Perhaps reciprocated only when visceral mildew transmuted into sweetest honeydew. Or when overhead, finches soft-backed, bck-winged, alongside the most aloof and shyly-pale, delicate birds, travel at Godspeed.”

  “Or perhaps most apt and lovelorn, amidst humankind homogenized, genderless and talentless and poorly-minded and risen amidst the godless, we did Eastern Bethlehem find. Found under a wreath-throned. Gold lies its very loveliest if its mere teeny slips in the greyed dawn, first-soft that is shorn. Stark that first gilded, more vivid light naught but a still-broke shaling over morrow.”

  “The sheer, indelible breadth of adoration that rises from a hollow. A once pale stoniness softened as together-rosiest. In twilight morns. Sidling within changeless eves. As, once every day martyrdom for another left you sunned, allowed redeeming of even loneliest miser. In the manor of midnight’s foliaged garden."

  "Within hazel mire, even murkiest grounds lie imbued with sweet whistle of the willowed. Yet now seen only whence glimmers like artillery in his arm’s swift sling, shackled golden crests by dark trees are sweetly-fnked and beauteously-leaved yet most to their vividness blinded; only I wreathed in depth and urgency realised. Fying as their fairing, the blisses of one conceived a halfling.”

  "So finessed only whence Satan, a false Father’s wistful way brings, and none lingers absented from the horned otherlings. The swamp beast’s rose-mallow blooms. For men whose rueful births were merely wasted breaths, she is merely a will-o wisp amid wisps of wildflowers in the dreary hazel mire which flummoxed and led travellers astray. False light of the faerie.”

  “We dreamt and worked things into creation assiduously, including life eternal and virtual reality. Shiver’s to you utterly dissimir; without cowardly hindrance. Cold, somewhat amoral, blessed by Lucifer himself, blissfully absolved of any need to care for others as I do so very much do for her.”

  “May lie, kill or steal upon her behalf with or without personal malice toward victims vilin deriding and derailing morality. Maintaining honour difficult whilst evil is effortless but in world of wickedness, overwrought with hell’s army of assaints it’s no longer commendable.”

  “So bright either attempt to remedy the ills yet if unsalvageable chose to live cruel not by necessity as true moral being perishes for their duty but out of desire to brighter things hold only access by becoming amoral, living unlike the masses who believe themselves righteous.”

  “Thus, if my beloved consigned to a building nearly to ashes felled alongside mere child and I could only ensure one’s safety forth I’d go without dey and save my Shiver Gray. Thrice would court valiant death. My own longing does my soul dearly rend. “

  “Plunder and pilge any vilge, ever-sy any lowly man or woman or child within. Eliminate any foe whom her wounded, for any reason she wished the deed would be done. A pox on this garrulous culture. All voracious age-denial and deyed maturity. No opportunities youth fell, humanity besmirching, oh did us nothing giveth, graven us with youth-hostile nation of heartlessness.”

  “Thus, end reign of the fledglings. You cannot be trusted to this aly. Saviour to humanity? Perish such arrogance nailed to indefatigable will to indulge in insanity fanciful. Feel must help every child forgotten: turn fledglings into foundlings. Allow to flourish the impoverished…Yet nourish with great sustenance you cannot, hence we’re of you, needless.”

  “ I’m Shiver’s former lover, greatest admirer. Man, whose achievements far exceed anything anyone as ordinary and pitiful a simpleton like you might perchance dare dream. If go near her again I’ll know. Forgo all pretentious follies and utterly foolish notions of chivalry and valence. Be compliant for this is your st warning before upholding my promise. To a deliver swift death. It comes next Prince Charming.”

  “Consider abandonment. Lose ideals but ill-conceived that love between you and my faerie bride might through darkness of the meadow flower and not in starless valley wither.”

  “My Shiver appreciates vilins of most malignant thorns from ancient arms of the devil. Ones rife with swampish, snaking creepers of swelled and torn arteries under blood-dewing crimson fountain grass. Men pest-riddled, fairness embittered. Clung to their maises and madies steeped in the darkly-aggrieved, springing from all creation's ailing trials.”

  “No need for more insipid, simpering, pretty-faced boys without honour only pettiness. Lacking the to-never-know-taste of the ill-fated or worn-torn. Besmirched and disgraced the world of men. When early the war horns call, you fall. Only know how to be over the trivial, malcontent. Scuttle away manhood’s thieves, taking your weak-willed self.”

  “Ineffectual, little milksop of an unfortunate heroic mindset. Needs mob-morality approval for validation. Such pusilnimous heroes she but utterly detests. Weak-faced and softly-eyed a mollycoddled stripling."

  ‘“Oh, Shiver don’t cry there is some good in you I sense it. You can be saved from Aryan: escape tenacious grasp and in doing so save us all, here bury you’re soft little head in my broadened shoulder."

  Said in mocking perfection of Simon’s every infliction and soothing tone. Then imitated first the rather spooked look of consternation as Simon first heard him, Emanuel approach, and then his unfortunate shriek when Emanuel threatened him with humiliating accuracy as Simon blushed.

  “As for the former Sibyl Farling, livelier purpose reigned for one of tragic faith. From mere thought and gentle tress, metamorphosis into the faylilith. Unto my darling Shiver Gray, medley dark inclinations were harshly imposed. Never can be of this pain alyed or suffering alleviated.”

  “Helled her pale-throat in piercing splinter. Comely once welled become fme felled. In tunneling’s nightly midst scuttled. Netherworld shadows never availed of the fetid wings of repose. Least as night descends merciful and seasons finish their coldest turnover as did leave the earth tunnelled in the fire and the glory not lost to the wintery cyclic. Eyes skirmished away by loveliest bck anglewing, her now-moulted hair under gunfire and shooting gold as the dusked hayfields bright yet softly-fair, fair softly.”

  “By trees shawled, id at my mountainous foot, my elfin maiden from ankle to throat, from tress to cheek lovely and lonely and nguishing as the harebells that did once bloom by day’s gilding.”

  “Without whom, mankind would’ve nevermore mothered love, creativity. Communal and familial.”

  “No hail and mallow departed a wintered eve, even after sire of this eternally-summered shire. Fathered alongside the st high, pilred grass, unbridled, forgotten folium and heedless snowiness. Its earliest down, delicate-as-the-faerie.”

  “Times of wrathful but not yet fyed Holy Spirit as on the world’s harbours, sun docks pale as the peony. Spyed in modest bales, gold grazingly upon grass-bded cliffs. Lamp assimited the stars night-faired. Their light now perished. Fender’s blue, grassbird, from earthliness parted.”

  “Sparkling dunes beckoning. A derelict lost hilliness. Yet under her hair gated, Filmy, and fallow. From linear calves on fine spindle of legs to a bound foot-limp. Lucifer’s hobbled, cloud-sought eye down to desert flips. Beside the st fire-flicked flowerpecker, cobbled with no wine-dewing. Granite heavies each foal’s dainty limb, pale, soft and madied. Moon-sheen is from the mosses shorn yet no sliver or sheave of sunlight is rising.”

  “Mr Bloom in midst of her and mankind I forbid you earnestly to take the lover’s role leaving blood-belted, my roseate cockatoo. Your shadow vilest casts on my narrative walk of the orator risen as studier of Gracchi to Reverend King."

  "Left beneath wind of a night whoever sighs, sings to the beautiful russets fledged; into a darkness amassed over time upon forest’s elder leaves strewn pale, gcial, ruined.”

  “In spangle we gathered her downy wings. Hair of fall-foliage. Let your love of her be left floundered. After understanding its pitiful futility ever- grounded.”

  “Whether or not she has any qualms engaging in uneventful dalliances with one of mankind’s most pitiful selves, you to my one follied, may never glide. Both poisoned and perished as flied to her youthful heart bind. Cannot annihite her dismal sorrow, not even upon some far-distant morrow.”

  “You’re no grasping talon holder of world and mankind alike but ntern’s fickle fme, dim mpshade never warmingly-alight, still her night rain turned to pelting wine to thus absolve the dreary in your eyes. Yet asinine. Never satiate Amoravellows. Noting Simon's incomprehension he again spoke.

  "Or in yman's, the amoral may never evil battle if themself, the vile yellow of cowardice."

  “She's my robin, nevermore bright enough to illuminate tresses dusty-gold. Just the st little spindle in the wildlife preserve before demolition. Forests never again raised. Global-warming fire beautifully simmering. Its flickering stove. Browning feathers on fair folium from winding stem to little curtailed tip. An arrow that upon gnarled, withering growths of elder trees shiver only to fall. “

  “If it may be consoling, this comfort I offer steadily, she is no from above bestowed blessing. Morality and heavens were sin in treachery and this emerged saviour is naught but the final bestial annihitor.”

  “I understand you being obstinate stickler for her well-defined embody of female loveliness. Yet she’s your very downfall, via her sin. Left entombed gravely. Weeping blows, woes of curbless cruelties, in your never of snow-fleeced befall, to the dusked dreariness and such hopeful timeliness of a final cold and rainy nightfall.”

  “Yes, she’s a bride beloved to right beholder; reveal flighted wade into the non-humanly realm and made even the shallow loveliest. Yet hers is the mady, ailment and forsaken tragedy of wounded glider. Residing in her body’s sweet temple wherein a furnace sleeps. Amid seemingly infinite perfection, hell’s felon. With evil unbridled, naught curtailing. Looming, hidden-its-blooming in malevolence.”

  “In shadowing’s of time followed love’s parting, ravenous creativity flourished. Thereafter giving seemingly soft-resolution to the desotion of a spirit as she lies nearer and with dearer counterparts was rocked in loveliness’s cradle. Saw her mosey from sweet infancy; not haplessly flung about, but had a growth steadied. Inspiration, its well-lit dawning can gift perfect poetry, contemptive wisdom, rekindling of emotions felled. Even if once-curbed, stymied passions alight. Resonate deeply in the spurned lover. Quells evil in midst of flowering foothold, destroys established stranglehold of apathy. Exists no etion without at times steadfast sorrow, love without stickling contention, for others not beloved, inspire mostly indifference. Must measure great emotions against neutral or darker ones.”

  “She’s not youth-tender you a misguided, protective arm sling out for, but that most faulted: without splinter of morality.”

  “The raying splinters moulting from the sunlight grey, remain loveliest; for how could cruelty prosper if the fiendish did not ever don appealing masks? She is raining pestilence, an instigator of death by the viral, incarnate. Servant of the Ravus Sea. Faithful to beasts horned and winged. Sent to your misbegotten soul tempt and into oblivion deliver it in a storm of trespasses of where earthly dwellers ought never to be. As, is a truth that even the more demon voices of the Shiver are most musical, whether their words be but sung or spoken."

  “Shiver tries to be kind and though occasionally the timeliest of love has starred her eyes, she is only evilly truthful; of otherling deceiver but knowing own hearted pce amongst the wicked. My creature of malignance and camity even after graved repose, hers is the viral. Deliberately infecting others with microbes deathly. Shalt y forever starred far from purity.”

  “At icy, innermost depths the evil’s eversting and hell-bound. Was Aryan following into a fortress of fire and therein stayed. Delivered unto wolves and thorned horns bckest and the wilderness beasts ying you with the darkly-winged.

  “Visited by a veiling of death’s harbinger, songful siren and midnight wraiths. Wicked and maligning becoming from fanged to fangless in the weeping fire-ke haven of sea mprey, the eel and eel-tailed.”

  “Vanity and temptation a viotor; truly leaving no sweet bit of bronze thimble. Narcissism’s ivy-creeper. Western nds with mineral depleted and penniless; extinct snow leopard merely in photographed framed; sill-flowers seated only by the window. False path to contentment, in fairness resulting in your consignment to hell’s pits of the abyss."

  “Sent to inescapable den of a blissfulness gained through inflicting agonies needlessly; to frivolity without duty and love without purity. Including her to whom a misguided goodwill, climbs. Of the seemingly light-bringing footsteps to y in midst of pilrs soon found to encompass, things frozen by the snow queen.”

  “Lie hell to loom unbridled in hearts of venom and settled in with single pale sheave turned, yet with the verve of familial love’ and neighbourly charity, we again brighten blissfully. Yet many a dy's painted with hatred for caring. Need a thirst for violence in our maneless lioness: weaker, pathetic version to a brutish male counterpart.”

  “Aryan, beautifully silver-tongued serpent wherein writhes the lies and all to revere as light bringer till become devil carved into cobwebbed stone. Yet we did some lighten with sprightly, rightly airiness. Sibyl Farling reassembled, does bliss in my hearts of hearts bestow.”

  “Vital to voile the wild promises spinning before the gravestone. Again, see a maiden to my otherworldly, diamond-scaled arms cleaved,the tremble of eyes upon the pavements of morn’s deserted school-grounds. Airy and once-flighting limbs unfurled. Slight female overarching of hips akin to delicate wings draped simir in unspoilt gleam, to rose-ringed, snowbird on an ivory-white ground.”

  "Not casting perilous pox for moneyed furs coppered and gilded, and would never sheerly y to be fraught, all earthly things. Saint siphoned toll; unto us no pennied loan of sunsets rose and thistle. The plentiful heights not mown. Till.”

  “Goldcleft and tallow, a malformed tail wrapped on soft-leaving. Over modest wellow, dappled the sealien crown procimed kingly. We’re surrounded by the oversaturated yet bond less brightly. Man made the air too heavied. Never parting should we from humble temple, that Lord beset.”

  “Hardier amidst us lost, with no cranesbill to beseech and see the moon-sin morn dearest, dressed in violet-gray."

  “I see her in everything fantastical and extinct. A farlen in the farthingale. Mind of wildness; a voice rising up from the grower. Stands, I, one lone gardener at river’s isoted waterside. Dwelling, housed-in-a-dewing. Making God’s braised image mythic, in humanly Einhorn.”

  “She’s a Rose at Faheren; its shade genetically borrowed from another pnt’s and thusly midnight-blue of my love’s cotton dress. Her whitened and snowed in church wedding aisles. Under the riches sprung of the mulberries and eucalyptus amplifolia now graved. Where grew the now-darkened. Yet it was the bright that wounded. The light did fell.”

  “Existence surreal as fairy-tale. That you may ruin crass with insipid retelling with your modern idiocies flinging the singing, springing rk.”

  “Like the fables even as hence sorrow entrenched, the grave carrel, fnked a life lived far from shore hallowed yet pale-lingering whilst seemingly still ever wistful.”

  As I wrote for Aryan’s speech, should not simply be contempte, non-compliance; it’s time of revolution. Shiver Gray’s building flighted chariot that’ll turn afore unsure fates to certain listless desert upon soon departed earth. Upon united pin will be nguishing hearts, humanity."

  "Of her own dire ensvement to the muddied and mired mankind, she has been told. Maetaled to him and truly of sweetbrier yet prickled enough she never may more than attempt vanquish-fierily, the light pollution, who thatched all us sleepers in snowiness. The stars selves avail of heaven. The to earth-travelling bridge toward them froze as once lively un-held; we the humanly helmed."

  "Pale snipers are building metallic warfare shells. To shaft the haft and the limb and bde the thornbird. We fruited raspberry blush and yet frosted nport wren and dell-iris. Spared some, snowed others. Under the Harlequin bluefg. We tally our vaunted vats of electric venom. Our hand-wrought static all quelled neath pnt-trod feet."

  "Poisonous cobbles built to an ashed heaven. Lacklustre its bodies of dissent. Nevermore the tall raise of titan's glory and see alone in the gilded-dark, the winterly unshorn. Yet frost’s fleecing and her, my y-ilea.'' Each y iller.”

  “Wherein plenty of mystical treasures abound. Yet we’re utterly lost and leave every poor little filial thing within hell’s, dim-lit manor. Tied to first visit of great dragon: an elder of the nebu stringed in vaporous phantoms. Bck-maytallied. Swathe spindly beauty in yers of mid-iris. A blued-rosette summit, heights multivalent."

  "Boundless, illvalored portend of the Morning Star, soon by universe felled yet still for a time, shining."

  "Soonly we’re to resurrect all to un-besmirched foundations in cornerstone of the foetalish-dawn, we took pce of the ringed-serpent, dethroned at the dews wined at the mount of assembly."

  "Incarnation of Lucifer, loveliest fallen angel, and in hell or Holy Gates or Hades or Sheol or Aryan’s manor of bleak rooms, all fiends may be found.”

  Suddenly the gigantic, monstrous man-beast leaned down and kissed a nonplussed Simon dead on the mouth. Simon shivered violently, repulsed, as the reptile beast’s lips that looked almost slimy were in fact horrendously-dry. Purple. Cold.

  “I can taste her on you… Yet miseries embolden with this false-brightening. Feint and fain of the star-repcer, engineered ntern-pnts that be a false light branched,” he whispered dreamily.

  Yet feel courser, no fine touch. Oh, eyes snted hollow. With internal nothingness of the fools engraved. Never to know of the pleasure and wills of the faeytiled. I will her rend ensved to heights of etion. With the lovelorn and its love-shorn, sorrow may never dearly fend, inspire no verse. No wordsmith, no ability to nguage py. Represent a modern loss; stolen the lyrical.”

  “Intricate webbing creative mind’s spun. You’d be tossed from the poet’s domain “Nor might be even ghostly little muse to brighter portrait and hence make greater, artist’s vision holy."

  "What believe renders one lesser; joyously sweet, vacant and yet thusly green? Shallow without abundance as seawaters before the tide or cleverest, loftiest, evil-bristling and as hell-deep?”

  You’re no sibling version of my beautiful and aloof Mist, who like my Shiver is now cast angelic upon the dismal earth. Returned wine-dewed sea. Once buried listless. Wooded and vined, neath verdure herbs and daylight-fair.”

  “Soft-flowering amidst the ughing. In mirth sweet and lilting, her emotionally-driven voice rose to homage and hymn powerfully. Only to fall to the lightness that becomes clouded in sorrow till fell to a final lulbied hush.”

  "Second only to His symphony. A kind, deep resonance in the hallowed and soft, yet never-in-its-meaning quavering voice, of but heavenly Father. Gnarled ne glided upon a rusted cliff to adjoining grave. Further, light upon noon unfurled.”

  “On an earth hollow, we nguished like st, interlocked yers of light over darkling maidenhair trees still visible in the gold and thistle. Lovely, wilful, intemperate, and with painful lingering. Beside wetted, split, and dark as seaweed tresses as water-sprite doused river's spring welling. Ever-sleeping in the soil and the star-hailed eve.”

  “How her pce in the graveyard did hinder, naught to do but grieve. Yet now...from one ever-departing, to what a time. Nevermore night is nigh, wistful ring and in cloud and cobweb soon rode to faint blue day from rose-pink tides of morn.

  “Yet fearful life’s inherent dreariness, an avenging cruelty’s phony bliss, and neath love most fair with faint air of some competition winning, we’re wretchedly embraced.”

  "No longer love forsaken, beauty harrowed. Dreadfully-ailing. No assembly of ghost gums, choir of tragedy could it foreshadow.”

  “How tragic still…she upon you lingers. Most compelling, almost like kissing her again. A bliss not known since she heard the fatal, fairy music pyed by dead man’s bells, fingertip to lip raised the foxglove. Joined folk who named digitalis purpurea.”

  “We met in a voile of sleet. Gray-shouldered the whitely sleeves and stless, soft shawls, that bailed my winteriness; Lord made us one and in the cloths of cold clouding we bounded in mere hinted sunlight; ever-dearest. Now she’s but a pale-foundling.”

  He turned to leave Simon unharmed and alone, but Simon cried after him in outrage and despair;

  “You have the means to save all these people. All these consequences of vices you do so loudly condemn, but you can cure these sicknesses! it is you who allows them to die, they cannot fix it, but you can.”

  Emanuel blinked at him in mild surprise and said;

  “Is it not true, that for every fix there emerges a simir problem that pgues mankind again and does not yet have herb to heal? Instead of learning to proceed with caution and work on prevention, humanity takes the works of great men who are still fallible and treats their de-ailments as godly and ignores their advice for how to live cleanly. Thus, instead and predictably, worsen own fate.”

  “I gifted them many a thing of medical and technological marvel. Yet, no. Though Aryan would hand mankind every crutch for them to misuse, they must learn patience through suffering, like the spoilt child. They who do not see our future of war, destruction, or disease may less fear it, but it will sy them just as easily, regardless.”

  The reptile beast in somewhat-flurried manner, then fled, and Simon was floundered by sheer beauty of his movements he had more lithe grace than even Aryan, Mist or Shiver he glided swiftly on impossibly elongated- long, lean legs, so smooth, stealth and sleek as to become one with the streets, buildings, the shadows and the trees despite his long form. His flowing was silent, surreptitious and effortless as if it were a dance to man-made wonders and the natural glory of nature.

  Aryan currently had a Hitchen’s problem. Hitchen’s was a mid-tier, shortish, rotund politician and member of Aryan’s Party; there were, however, mutterings about expunging him as he had been being uncomfortably lecherous with many of the lower-standing women members and even a few of the younger males.

  He had aspirations of becoming a Senior Minister and was quite the hard-worker; not likely because he believed in the cause but because of its proffered power and superiority and having all the Party’s dies dewy-eyed over Aryan, fall into his arms in second-prize consotion.

  However, things came to a head when a woman with a history of disturbances took his advances just a little too seriously and killed herself upon finding him with another, and a mere month ter he hid trembling upstairs, with his round, red face sweating and watery eyes trembling, whilst his live-in female partner answered the door to her shouting, angered ex who proceeded to shoot her dead. Aryan and Emanuel almost ughed yet also thoroughly-disgusted enough by the cowardice, to quickly give him his notice; he was no longer welcome.

  In the Holo-Realm, Emanuel once again wondered nds in which she still lived. Feline or filly eyes to the doe cleave and ably mirrored all things. All light, emotion and beauty.

  In a maise of sorrow, he stood. Saw one neonatal-vulnerable. His wonder and snaking longing had never been to the world windowed. She epitomized the angel’s eted but burdened with that which men harrowed.

  Whether in a forest sheltered in unshadowed heaven or whence lowered into some shadowed garden. Whether bright, dark, stormed or starred.

  In clouded morrow discontentment waned. In lively of earnest memories and sunlight hailing, his dream only to sometimes mirror reality. Felt his Sibyl Farling before reborn from the Shimolecuri-Valients least in atomic sense dwells. Therein eternal in some dusky-blue evening over the snowy meadow or perhaps shelved with snaking vines and shovelled into bckthorn.

  Shiver and Mist meanwhile had been growing more and more malcontent and bored as their role in the Party diminished.

  “Hey look there’s one of your precious humans over there Shiver; looks a little like that talentless whiny cow of a health minsters daughter!”

  Mist in the drape of a lovely, rich-red shirt bounded back through the trees pointing dismissively to an opening near a creek where something y in rumpled heap. Without obscure of cloud a frightened, sobbing creature glinted clear-as-a-shilling on an early afternoon he frankly found too blue and balmy. It was some, he gathered, garish young female with a bent-at-clearly-unnatural-angle arm, bloodied leg and bruised forehead. Had obviously fallen and on crumbled dark matting of dirt she curled balled. Trapped, injured.

  Should we help her? Shiver inquired reluctantly as a bored Mist tapped his easily-curled, red tongue with impatience.

  Monovalent had strangely suggested they start virally infecting people they knew for fun again, “purging humanity” of their own volition though Mist didn’t see why they should; Aryan made them do enough of that. Yet they also hadn’t asked to be disturbed; just been hanging out at a secluded little creek talking. What was she even doing here, he thought irritated. This pce was a greenery both deserted and lovely and quaint and more enjoyable as no-one else ever came here. Interruptions were not welcome.

  “Please help me,” the girl pleaded: she was a small, unappealing creature with a little high-pitched voice shaking and tremulous with terror. Like many otherwise pin things with the wonder of youth on their side, her rosy-clear complexion, bright eyes and abundance of-in-her-case, curly hair was her only true cim to beauty. Pale hazelnut brown. Sunlit strands doused in honey. Alongside russet red and blonde ash. Waves softly fell honey-gold to the nape of her white neck, where they swayed from side to side agitatedly.

  Shiver looked at the girl concernedly; she seemed to exude the aura of the young and innocent. She, Shiver, had little personal interest in humans; in protecting the good ones or helping the young ones grow into “responsible young adults” but Aryan did. This girl looked twelve maybe thirteen a little young for Shiver’s liking for targets; that and her hair remained Shiver of a darker version of her own.

  “Leaving a child to die seems a little… cssless, if you wanted to test the depths of our depravity again why did you not find someone older Mist?” She asked in a gloomy irritation.

  “I didn’t know her age,” responded a votile Mist indignantly his sweeping of long, golden-dark shes fluttering in irritation, “all these stupid humans look alike to me.”

  “Will just have to help the thing and take her back,” Shiver said resignedly. “Take her back,” Mist said in disgust, his voice soft but dangerous. “Why bother? I’m tired of helping people, they smell rotten, they don’t think, and they sicken me.”

  “We need to take her back,” Shiver repeated stubbornly.

  ‘Oh, you just want to please your precious Aryan. Oh, master Aryan master Aryan love me all night long....” Mist taunted in a malicious tone.

  Shiver’s, small, ivory cheeks flushed slightly but she maintained a reasonable sembnce of her cool. “It’s not about that; it’s because he has control over our very lives remember? If we don’t do as he says, with a flick of a button he can have us rent limb from limb or more accurately cell’s imploded with some much viral DNA attaching to and attacking the cell membranes that they burst. Or have you forgotten our connection to the machine Monovalent?”

  For a second Mist’s pretty face suffused with a seething rage and it was hard to tell if it was aimed at Aryan, Shiver or just the whole predicament of their ever-looming plight. His eyes cleared rapidly however their purple darkness and intensity repced with a bnk, vacant look that was somehow more malignant perhaps in its inherent, steady coldness.

  “Okay Shiv,” he said calmly will do it your way.” Shiver’s little, pointed face now though, appeared to be the one that was tentative and troubled.

  “Well,” she began hesitant and with wary trepidation not wanting Mist fuming at her for her weakness in regards to humans.

  “The Wright house kids were pretty young. Plus, you know if she is reted to the minster her mum’s a real bitch and she’s probably a spoilt, brainless little robot; no discernible loss. Ready to soon strive her swotty, booze-addled way to a w degree to allow talentless white-colr plutocrats to evade justice and thus destroy any concept of artistic merit as allowed free reign to peddle more useless crap and developers to create ugly, modern houses and other garbage and Aryan may very well forgive us this one mishap....”

  “Oh, what the hell,” she raced down and stood over the crumbling edge, wincing in distaste and discomfort at her fine rather darkly-blue shoes and mid-length, pale skirt’s ruffled, slightly-fring brim now soaked in muddied water. She gestured to Mist whom walked over with a deliberate slowness now imbuing his always steady grace and lifted the child out with a swift, strong movement.

  “I don’t know who you are, but can you help me please, please, please” the redly-haired girl’s voice broke in desperately as she rose on her brown-cd feet. Both Shiver and Mist turned to look at her in surprise.

  “Shut up” said Shiver with shocking vehemence giving her a withering stare her voice absolutely dripping with wrath and a disdainful dislike. “What do you think we just did you lousy ingrate? I just signalled Monovalent to send an ambunce. Just stay put. Notice how your pain has ceased? Yeah, that was me, just kidding. Not like we can hack into your system using all-power machine and flood you full of painkillers.” Mist ughed realising that was why the pin, not-quite child had abruptly stopped wincing.

  Shiver paused and sighed. “Let’s just go,” she said finally I can’t stand another minute with this filthy creature,” and with that she walked off eyes fixed to the road ahead. Mist caught up with her.

  “I still say you were trying please Aryan. God you’re such a sycophant Shi-vah” he ughed pronouncing her name with avid mockery. Shiver didn’t answer but the words “suck-up”, and ”Tyrant’s pet” could be heard echoing in the distance behind until they were far enough away, there was only silence and wind.