The LibraryThe library was a massive place, stories of towering shelves filled with books, scrolls, artifacts. It was a book-lover's fantasy. Even demonkind revered this place and feared it and my knowledge of it; I breathed the souls of a million authors, felt the pulse of pages and concepts in my fiery veins, and my eyes were black with the ink of the long-gone, half-realized scribblings of thousands of minds.The Library1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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So it was that when he came to my most precious sanctuary of ideas that the library whispered to me, and I took wing to oversee his entrance. The void spat him out into the arch that served as the entryway to my domain, rippling its irritation through the shifting pages around us. I perched atop the beams that arched several hundred feet ahead, a gargoyle amid the rafters, while he ventured forward, followed by the flitting horrors that lurk in the darkness of every library and convened in mine. This was my master's master, he who most crudely kept the chains of a thousand succubi for his
TowerShe was a tower, something massive and imposing, gleaming ivory against the darkness. Intimidating. Intoxicating. Her walls were cracked, as though a battle had beaten spiderweb-bruises into the perimeter. The light that seeped through is what called to the masses like a siren, whispering of wonders and things unimagined and untouched, birthing flowers of moonlight and ecstasy to soften what tried so hard to be a menacing construction.Tower1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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I wanted to see behind the walls so badly.
I tried to pummel my way in, but the walls seemed to harden beneath my bruised fists, rejecting me. I tried to climb to the windows that had summoned me from the darkness, but the tower seemed to shift beneath my hands, the windows being elsewhere when I reached the point that I would fall. I left offerings at the base: flowers, trinkets. The response was calculating silence.
I found the door one day while I leaned against those ivory walls. I was broken, and tired. I had begun to speak to it, to ask it question