☠ 37th of Ash, Year 120 ☠
Company: Prostitute| Theme: Intrepidity | Thoughts: She shall be purified| Mood: Excited
Company: Prostitute| Theme: Intrepidity | Thoughts: She shall be purified| Mood: Excited
Words couldn't even begin to express how I felt,
as another soul about to be cleansed of her impurities. I was more than willing to perform the cleansing on this poor wretched woman in her time of need, rid her of the mortal plague of vanity and selfishness.
I was being tasked with punishing a disrespectful cur of a whore for her afront to the beauty of motherhood. It was disrespectful to my profession as a doctor to aid in such things as terminated infantile life. Within the abandoned building I had found, I waited for my patient to awaken. Running my finger along the length of Nevermore's blade, eager to sink its edge into her flesh.
Then as I began to fall in deep reflection, I found a hand coming to rest on my shoulder. You will do great my son, tell me what medication do you have planned for her? she purred, looking over my shoulder at the unconscious woman. I could feel her eyes scanning over her, her hand resting onto the one I held Nevermore in.
"I have something in mind but regardless she will be cured of her disease soon enough." I said, pointing the blade at the unconscious whore. She was going to be the first one that I and my mother would cleanse a sick patient together.
I was ecstatic to be doing this with her, but also for just being able to spend time with my mother again. I wasnt going to pass it up. She would have made quite the mother despite this transgression, she has a kind heart, and a fierce protector. she whispered, caressing the woman's cheek as hovered next to her.
I must have hit her quite too hard, as she was taking her time to wake up. In the meantime, it gave me time to ask my mother some questions. "Why now....why show up to me now?" I inquired, looking at her with eyes that yearned for answers.
She looked at me, then patted the whore on her head, walking up to me. With my hands in her own, she smiled and then hugged me. I've always been here, you just have not needed me till now. I've been watching over you, proud of the man you have become, of the many people you have helped with your skills in medicine. her words brought tears to my eyes, needing to hear this from her for so long.
I have come to you now to help aid you in your quest to cleanse this city of the horrible disease that plagues it, and she will be the first. It was at this time the woman began to stir, moaning from the blunt force trauma to her head. It brought a smile to my face, as I placed my mask on.
"Where...where am I...ow!? she questioned, pulling against her restraints. "You are at the beginning of your end." I whispered, doing my best to hide my voice. The look of panic set into the woman as she began to fight her restraints.
Her fear was warranted, it was so tangible I could taste it, and it was delicious. With the tip of Nevermore, I lifted her head to look at my mask face. "Dont worry, you will soon be cured my dear." tears ran down her face as she tried to cling to some glimmer of hope that she would make it out of this alive. Poor thing, she was wasting her faith.
No, her hope was futile at this point, and I was an agent and instrument of healing that will administer her healing. Despite her initial fear she began to show a strong will to live as she fought against the restraints, a little belligerent which meant I had some work ahead of me. Either way, I was up for the challenge, and I truly do love challenges.
"I'm not sick...please...please let me go. her pleas for release echoed in the empty building as she began fighting the ropes that bound her to the chair again. The amusing show of it all made me chuckle as she went on, screaming as loud as she could. It was a fascinating sight and a learning experience.
It was a marvel to see the length one would go to in order to preserve themselves. Though as fascinated as I was, the cleansing had to get underway. With a quick swipe of Nevermore, she screamed in fear. "Now that I have your attention, allow me to explain how your treatment is going to go."
With another swipe of its blade, I gained a whimper from her lips as her blood trickled down the blade of the rapier. "Do you know what Therapeutic phlebotomy is?" I asked, looking to there the apparition of my mother stood. She seemed delighted by my choice of treatment.
"Of course not. Therapeutic phlebotomy, or bloodletting in a more common sense, is the art of bleeding an ailing patient in hopes to cure illness and disease. Bloodletting, whether by a physician or by leeches, is used to allow patients to remain in proper balance to maintain health."
Her eyes widened as I explained what I was going to do to her, as paced around her, the tip of Nevermore tracing her skin. For a moment I allowed for it all to sink in, then taking up a fencing stance, and swiped Nevermore across her chest. It was light enough to not make a huge gash, but enough to make her bleed.
In a rhythmic fashion, I began to swipe across her body, a symphony of her screams and wails accompanied by the music I played. My mother began to sing as I did so, only making this a much better cleansing. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. With each count, she gained a new slash across her body.
I started to get bold, moving from slashing her, to stabbing her with Nevermore, shallow at the most vital points but deep in areas of the body that I knew wouldn't cause her to bleed out so profusely. Her screams died down into dulled cries and moans. Please.......please dont do this. I dont know what you think I've done but I'm innocent. Plea..!!!!
I stopped her from continuing by slicing her across the face. She reeled in pain as I silenced her mid-sentence. "You need not worry as the procedure will be over soon enough, and you will be purged of your disease in the end." I explained, the blade gliding through her flesh like a sword of fire through paper.
But I'm not sick, I'm perfectly fine! she protested profusely, which stopped me dead in my swing. "but you see my dear you are sick. Sick with an illness, a mortal sickness known as vanity, selfishness, greed." A look of confusion enveloped her face and my mother's voice purred in the background.
She's ready my son, its time. I knew what that meant, and I was ready. Leaning into her face, brushing the hair from her face, and wiping her tears. "There is no need for tears, as you have a grander purpose to fulfill. You see, a sick patient you may be, it's my duty to purify the world of illnesses like yours. So worry not, as you will be both a warning and martyr, but most of all cleaned." I said, watching as her eyes widened the realization that her death was nigh.
The blade had begun to tunnel its way through her flesh and realizing this all she could do is gasp for air, her eyes boring into my mask as the blade dug through her body. "The cruel reality of your infected life is that no one will come to your rescue. That because you took the life of your unborn child from this world, yours must be expunged as well. Your gravest mistake was denying yourself the gift of motherhood, and for that, you must be cleansed."
I whispered as her life finally faded, and the limbs that were clawing to escape his grasp fell limp as with the rest of her body. It was over, and I couldnt be happier to have purified her of her impurity, and she was pleased. My mother was pleased that I cured her of her illness. She came to embrace me, in a hug and spoke five grand divine words to me. Five sweet words that allowed me to know I had done a good thing.
You did well my son.
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Self-Thoughts"
