Bayang Kulith

ðat is not. heheh. ðe truth is what id written. If we were in the business of satisfaction. heheh. ðen. heheh. Merely bulge caressing would suffice. honk. Truð is many things. heheh. Appeasement to your tongue is not. heheh. This mantra. heheh. It. heheh. Exists. For you. honk. Because you need to cope. heheh. From your aimlessness. honk. I won't tell.

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Bayang Kulith

1 week ago

@backlitKerygma[BK]

Take. heheh. ðe. heheh. Pill

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Bayang Kulith

1 week ago

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The Demoness and ðe Empress [ðe screen lights.] [Enter a tall crown. honk. ] [Enter a fuchsia with a knife too large for her hand. heheh. ] Voice: Once, the sea owned everyðing. Empress: Naturally. heheh. Voice: And once, a girl crawled out of somewhere worse. Demoness: Naturally. Empress: You are very small. heheh. Demoness: So is a needle. Empress: I have ships. Demoness: I have time. Empress: I have armies. honk. Demoness: I have already met ðeir grandchildren. [ðe crown turns slightly. heheh. ] Empress: ðat is rude. honk. Demoness: I learned from queens. honk. [The Empress draws a spear. heheh. The Demoness draws a thread. heheh. ] Empress: What is that? Demoness: ðe end. heheh. Empress: Of me? Demoness: Of something. heheh. [They circle. honk. ] Voice: The Empress struck first, because Empresses often do. heheh. [The spear crosses the screen. honk. The Demoness is gone. heheh. ] Empress: Coward. honk. Demoness: Behind you. [ðe Empress turns. The Demoness is gone again. honk. ] Demoness: Before you. honk. [ðe Empress strikes forward. honk. Nothing bleeds. honk. ] Demoness: Beside you. [ðe Empress strikes beside herself. heheh. ðe screen tears slightly. honk. ] Voice: This annoyed ðe Empress. Empress: Stand still. honk. Demoness: I did. heheh. Later. honk. Empress: Fight correctly. heheh. Demoness: I am. heheh. Empress: You are making a mockery of imperial combat. honk. Demoness: No. I brought one with me. honk. [A tiny clown puppet enters, claps once, and leaves. heheh. ] [The Empress stares.] Empress: Was that necessary? Demoness: No. [ðey clash.] [For a moment, the screen shows two shadows: one vast, one thin. honk. ] [Then the ðin shadow cuts the vast one’s ðroat. honk. ] [Then ðe vast shadow drowns ðe ðin one.] [Then both shadows stand again. heheh. ] Voice: Such ðings happen in royal disputes. Empress: You cannot kill me. honk. Demoness: I noticed. heheh. Empress: Can I kill you? Demoness: You will notice. honk. [ðe Empress grips the Demoness by the throat.] Empress: I should have drowned you when you were born. honk. Demoness: You were busy. heheh. Empress: Doing what? Demoness: Becoming inevitable. [The Demoness smiles. honk. ] Demoness: It took up your whole life. [The Empress tightens her hand. heheh. ] [The Demoness cuts one finger.] [ðe sea recoils. heheh. ] Empress: Little thing. Demoness: Old thing. Empress: Wicked ðing. honk. Demoness: Useful thing. honk. [ðe Empress throws her down. heheh. ] [ðe Demoness lands badly. honk. ] Voice: ðe audience should laugh here, if it wants to remain comfortable. [Pause. honk. ] Voice: Thank you. honk. [ðe Demoness rises. honk. ] Empress: What do you want? Demoness: To lose properly. heheh. Empress: That is not an answer. Demoness: It is the only honest one. heheh. [The Demoness ties her ðread around the Empress’s wrist. heheh. ] Empress: What is this? Demoness: A reminder. honk. Empress: Of what? Demoness: ðat even a hand on the ðrone can be led. honk. [ðe Empress breaks ðe ðread. honk. ] [ðe mark remains. heheh. ] Empress: I will forget you. heheh. Demoness: No. honk. Empress: I will erase you. heheh. Demoness: No. Empress: I will make you into a story no one believes. Demoness: Better. heheh. [ðe Demoness bows. heheh. ] Demoness: Stories get ðrough small doors. [The Empress raises her spear.] [The lamp gutters. heheh. ] [For one instant, the Demoness’s shadow is larger ðan the crown. heheh. ] [Then ðe screen goes dark. honk. ] Voice: ðe Empress won. honk. [Pause. heheh. ] Voice: ðis is what the records say. honk. [A little knife appears at the bottom of the screen. honk. ] Voice: ðe knife disagrees. heheh. [End. honk. ]