Blvck Maiden Night

It is by some artistic novelty, or some engorging ideation of afflatus, when conceived from the moist barren of the aweary soul, that the thought of that grotesque affair, superposes my intrapersonal dialogue with that fresh hemorrhage of misery. It is as if the designs of the old have been made transparent and given a new resort, of affliction. Dear lord, the reign of ancient gloom, has never before conjured such immutable terrors! It was the night of yesteryear, when the weather had become violently inclement, and the almost apocalyptic storm was uproar. The quaking percussions of ether, had now imbued me, with an unusual incertitude of ambivalence. It was the childish horrors of unsupervised solitude, and the stern comfort of faith in osculating balance. All the regions from my window had been obfuscated, into a marvelous raylessness, that which under the illumination of lightning, exposed only the futility of my prospect. I heard a thud on my threshold, fraught with desperation, intruding eerily the monotonous falling of the rain. It was not usual that a request of visitation would be implored at this hour. Regardless I found favor with the hideously audible thud, and ventured to its transgression, somewhat arrested with apprehension. Upon my opening, a woman ingressed the precinct, with ejaculating protrusion as if her weight, in the abeyance of gravity, rested on the balance of the timber. She moaned and quivered on the floorboards, and from the marginable display of her abdomen, I surmised that she was indeed pregnant,

I pacified her, to what was best of my abilities, but she vehemently sobbed, with the words,

"He shall come, I fear that he shall come soon! Oh please save me!" And I hushed her, with comforting words, until she subdued into a benign quiescence. She was of a lovely beauty. The striking benevolence of her warm visage, with dull and yet nurturing hazel eyes, and the rubicund luster of her cheeks, inspired me to prolific interest. The brunette was young and mild, perhaps a few strides from her adolescent years, and she wore a light yellow fabric, dainty and yet slovenly clad. She must have been an angel in her riant days. I covered her with a woolen blanket as she slumbered, murmuring undecipherable vocabulary at intervals. This is when I carried her, with an obstinate hardihood, that made me chuckle bitterly. It was after, those almost insufferable strides up the elongated stairs that I finally found my way to my chamber and laid her to rest. The storm continued, with a more vigorous pulse, and so I ensconced in the amber lit precinct with the maiden, who seemed disturbed by the boisterous thunder. I ventured to my window, surveying the purlieu of my residence, once more repudiated in my purports by the obsidian mien of darkness. Now there was no sight of lightning, in the horizon, and the rain had now paused, so that the accent of somnolence had become mildly impenetrable, and unassumed by objectless mimicry. When I returned to the young maiden, I found that she was awake, videlicet her eyes were wide, and upon her thin lips was a curvature of felicity. This dear reader is the first I had seen, an expression so endued, with all that humanity would find pleasant, and yet, grotesquely disturbing and void of humanity itself. Her visage had sunken, with profuse dew upon her forehead, and her complexion had been rendered morbidly chalky, however it is not this that made me retch in agony, it is instead all that ensued. She began to laugh, with an easy disposition as if some comical rhetoric had lubricated her senses, and as I receded from this corrupt spectacle, I heard my window break into shards, so that some winged beast ingressed to some unordained summoning. I quiver, as I pen these words, but I must pursue what I have forged by the necromancy of anecdote. The thing was black, and an easy seven foot, and its wings were of the chiropteran endowment. It paced to the maiden who still continued to cachinnate, oblivious of my presence. Here the fiend pressed her upon the bed and stretched her gullible legs, all amidst the unending chuckles of madness. I saw its hand find complacent depth in her womanhood, and suddenly recover a bloodied fetus from its orifice. At length, I retched, as it widened its mouth, and delivered the little fetus, unto its pallet and gulped it, as one would, some edible mucilage.