Thread: The Original Sin (rskde & HeyThereLittleBear)

Even in the heat of the desert, the sands couldn't warm her from the chill of death that still shuddered through her bones. The grains had not just swallowed her whole but had become her as the centuries passed, her physical body long since gone but her spirit trapped in a way that she couldn't explain. In the beginning, she had been just a woman of simple mind and even simpler desires. Time had its way of healing wounds, but time also had a way of twisting perspective and oh did hers twist. Time had healed her wounds but left an ugly and twisted scar that twisted and wrenched her once sweet and tender personality into something else entirely. Her anger had turned towards those that were all technically speaking her children, those that suffered for her sin of weakness and naivety. It was because of them, she believed, that she had been the one so terribly coerced into taking a bite of that dreaded damn apple that had lead her down a path to her ultimate destruction. It had lead to her being here, in the sands lost in time and her mind losing all that had once been human as the days ticked by like centuries for her. She could feel the world changing around her in an ever changing kaleidoscope of human greed, her spirit feeding off of their desires. Even in the sands, she could feel the pandora's box of horrors that humans spurred ever onward. Greed, lust, envy, and sloth reigned supreme, and as always wrath seemed at an all time high. It was a beautiful symphony of death and as the war spilled over into her world, she could feel the drums in her bones and hear the cry of the violin as it all reached it crescendo. She'd only just started to enjoy the way the music felt when she felt something so very different. It was a warmth she hadn't felt in so long, her soul shuddering as she felt it seep down into her being, every part of her rolling into the thing. She followed the warmth to its source and found herself somewhere she hadn't been before - a body. Her soul shuddered as she filled his limbs and stretched herself out to consume across his mind, molding to every piece of him as if she were ink being absorbed into a piece of paper. She was an insidious disease and she was taking over, enjoying the feel of the strength in his arms and the pounding in his heart. She felt it then - emotions. They were raw, stripped from being exposed for so very long. Fear and adrenaline were pumping through their veins and she felt his breath coming sharp and quick before her eyes finally took sight. He was moving now, wet from the water he'd been partially in and nearly bleeding out in. She let out a low groan inside his head that was masked by the sound of gunfire before she felt the last few bits of herself press into the nooks and crannies of his mind. Everything settled into place and she controlled his breath, steadying his foot and hand as he shot blankly, a bellow coming from their lungs. Gods, she was... Alive in a way that she hadn't been for so very long. Eve soared inside of his head and settled as the last of the gunfire settled down, her dark arms touching his mind as she explored him. His knowledge and memories was laid out before her like a movie and she flipped through its entirety in a moment's time, watching through his eyes as they looked at the village where the enemy had come from. It was too much for her to resist. Kill them, Adam. Her voice is weak after so many years of disuse but it still sounds the same as it always had, like honey dripping from her lips as she feels him curl slowly to her well, They don't deserve to live, they're murderers. All of them. The seed of it was taking root and she felt the sickness in him spread slow like a drug, her tongue licking slow at her lips, his weakness leaking power into her. It played out better than she ever could have imagined, the screams better than the music of time ticking past, her nostrils flaring as the coppery smell of blood fills the air mixed with the sharp sting of fear and the harsh smell of his gunpowder. Her eyes are electric as she feels his anguish flood his chest, his hands grasping at his head as the full weight of it all rests on his shoulders. Soft and sweet, she lets her hands move around his mind, touching it softly as she caresses him from the inside, Adam, Her voice purrs to him through the swirling chaos of his own shock, stronger now and audible as she forces herself to the front of his thought, Oh, Adam... You've done so... So.... Well. She makes his eyes look down at the knife that is still hooked on the inside of his pocket, a kabar that his memories told her was a gift from a childhood friend. I need you to do it for me, Adam... Bleed me out. Give me life, my sweet Adam. She purred, planting images into his mind of taking the blade across his own arm and letting it bleed into the sands at his feet, images flashing of an ebony woman rising from it slow passing before she pulled it away just as the mounds of her breasts were exposed and her large eyes opened. Come on, Adam... Do it for me... Bleed me out... She purred, willing him into action.