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“Scream of the Butterfly” Parte 1

“Scream of the Butterfly”


His black talons shone in the firelight like beacons to his madness. The sweet scent of fear filled his primal nostrils with a sultry seductiveness unmatched by anything this existence could ever hope to offer. The unsurpassed exhilaration… the perfect harmony of pain and terror… humanity was a symphony, and he was its conductor.

Matagar examined the weeping figure he held pressed to the ground with one massive foot. She was a pathetic sight, indeed. Her black tresses were matted and soaked in her own blood and tears. Her clothing was torn - shredded in some places - from where his talons had raked across her tender flesh. She lay on her stomach, bleeding from too many wounds to count. She had been beautiful, if humans could ever attain true beauty.

Her flesh beckoned him… pleaded for the kill. It was almost overwhelming. The memory of her screams… the taste of terror on her scent. They were inviting, indeed. He wanted so badly to rend her limb from limb - to bathe in the euphoric utterances of her frantic, yet futile, pleas. He would not, however. Now was not the time. It would be a pity if she died too soon - a travesty to waste this perfect opportunity. No, she would be spared… for a time.

Matagar released his hold on her.

“You may attempt to flee if you like, little one. It will do you no good. There is only one exit from this cave, and I have sealed it. Please, sit yourself upright. Make yourself at home, child, you’ll be staying here until I have no further need of you.”

She quickly scrambled away and cowered with her back against the wall furthest from his dreadful gaze. Her tear-filled blue eyes sparkled pleadingly, and her body shook from terror.

“P-please…” she began.

“Save it, human. I won’t be freeing you anytime soon. Be thankful you are not already dead.”

“W-why…” her voice cracked as she fell into another fit of sobbing.

“Why haven’t I killed you? Dear girl, I assure you, that information will do nothing to comfort you. You are alive. Leave it at that.”

“But I…” she began.

“You are nothing! Diseased spittle on the mouth of existence! Be silent, human, or I will remove your ability to speak!” Matagar roared.

The girl shrank back in horror and buried her face in her hands. She did not know his intentions, but she would soon enough. It was almost time. The mere thought of her horror as his intentions became clear was enough to sate his thirst to kill… for now. She was almost ready. He could smell it. Soon… very soon, she would be in heat.

He had walked the earth for centuries - killed more humans than he could remember. However, it had done him no good. They bred like cockroaches, infesting every corner of the planet. Consuming every resource until there was nothing left, and then moving on to another area. He, alone, could not destroy them all. They were too many, but if he were to breed with them to create hybrids that he could control, and then they were to breed with the humans… yes… an army of hybrids to do his bidding… then, perhaps, humanity would see an end.

Suddenly, the world exploded around him. The earth itself was ripped from beneath his feet, and he fell, sprawled on his back. A light, brighter than anything he had ever seen, assaulted his vision from a newly created hole in the cavern ceiling. Matagar watched, stunned, as his victim floated from her position, and through the new exit. He slowly rose to his feet, warily inspecting this unexpected foe as it casually descended into his lair.

The light around his foe faded to reveal a scantly dressed female. She stood nearly seven feet tall. Her well-toned frame was flexed with anticipation. Her hair seemed to reflect every color in the spectrum, and it shone with an inner life unparalleled by anything Matagar had ever seen. She had large, butterfly-like, wings that fluttered with her every graceful step. The cold, blue eyes that returned his gaze promised swift and unmerciful demise as she slowly unsheathed a crystal blade.

“Who are you, little butterfly, to so boldly interrupt my endeavors?” Matagar inquired, as he reached deep inside his psyche in preparation for the coming battle.

“I am a messenger, child. What you had planned for tonight is unacceptable. I have been given the task of removing your head. Would you be so kind as to offer your neck to me?” she replied.

“Your offer is tempting, indeed, butterfly. However, I rather like my head where it is. I am forced to decline.”

At that, he sprang into action, releasing a tremendous lightning bolt that struck her square in the stomach. So quick was he, in his offense, she barely had time enough to recover and deflect his raking talons with her sword. He pressed forward, relentlessly tearing, biting, and clawing at her face and torso, until he had backed her into a wall. Then, came his true assault.

Matagar flexed every muscle in his body, building the energy needed for his attack, as he continued to assault his foe. She was growing weary already. Her parries were slowing, and her breath was getting heavy. He knew, then, that she was no match for him, and let his spell fall away into oblivion.

He slashed and kicked at her, batting her sword aside like a minor annoyance. Matagar heard the echoed “thunk” as it hit the ground, and quickly wrapped a taloned claw around her throat. He pressed his face close to her, and coldly glared into her eyes.

“You referred to me as ‘child’, little butterfly. Perhaps you are not so wrong…”

With that, he viciously ripped her wings from her back with one brutal swipe of his talons. Her agonized cry brought him near to orgasm, and the tears that welled in her eyes sent shivers of ecstasy throughout his body. There was something else… something in the air. Suddenly, Matagar knew…

“Oh my… the little butterfly is in heat…”

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