DEATH (pale_as) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-08 01:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | death, inanna |
Who: Death and Inanna
What: The other shoe drops
When: Saturday night, Purim
Where: Inanna's place
As Death walked down the deep ruby red hallway to Inanna's door it dawned upon him that he should have seen all of this happening from the very moment he had first seen her again. She had provoked him to spend time with whores in their den, and now he would pay the price. Two thousand years of freedom were destroyed in an instant when Death had agreed to come, knowing full well what she was going to require of him. The soothing part of his mind, the part that whispered with her voice in his ear and swiftly brought up his memories of his trysts with her with vivid imagery, told him that it was alright, that everything would be mended, that the burning, constricted sensation he had felt in his chest ever since he'd returned from torturing Wrath that horrible night. Even now he clutched at his shirt, at the fire that threatened to engulf him, body and soul - if he had one. He had been manipulated, that was all there was to it, he had let her pleads to him and their past influence him, and so here he was, still lush with her power, and walking towards oblivion. There was no question, he would go to her and she would have him. Death found her door, he placed his hand on the knob and tried to stop himself from turning it and opening the door, but the pain in his chest was so great, the fire so total and consuming, that he could not resist.
"Ishtar?" He called to her, much in the same pained manner that he had used less than a week before, but now it was for an entirely different reason. He knew an instant later where she'd be, and found himself pulling open his shirt as he stalked through the apartment to find her in her bedroom. He fell to his knees in the doorway, head bowed, chest partially exposed. "Ishtar, please-" The pain was unbearable, he wanted her so badly.