The Price

He marveled at his prize- the red lady of dawn, as they called her. Her beauty had encaptivated many, made them do terrible things. The lady is ushered for those who sacrifice their own blood- went the ancient legends. Solomon wanted her; her beauty, mystifying, fearsome beauty. He had regretted the slaughter. But now that she was awake from her slumber, there was no regret, only passion. He now possessed the ultimate prize, one that he could savor for his entire life.

He marveled at the fiery red of desire, at the azure of her eyes that had entranced countless others before him, those courageous enough to sacrifice another royal blood. However little did the legends speak of what happened next, of the price the summoners paid to attain eternal life, of what she turned them into? Her azure eyes turned the black of death as Solomon merged into the red of dawn.“ You will be with me forever,” she whispered. This is a minisaga prepared by Jainam. Just a short story made by seeing a picture...