Black Cat Moments

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He offed her with one blunt blow over her head.  The deed was done.  Her naked body dropped onto the cursed rubble as her pale arms flew forward like two white silk ribbons cascading through the dark air.  Framed above her dirty blonde, early pageboy style hair, were the two olive-toned, veiny hands still gripping the tail end of his heavy, octagonal-shaped, red oak Suburito sword. He wanted the others to see his triumph, his trophy. Soon after, those mighty others moved swiftly towards the sacrifice and snatched away her dead weight that lay opposite to his black patent leather lace-up shoes. Like a bin bag, they coldly tossed and dumped her body into the west-facing industrial furnace. Wailings were suddenly heard.  She was not all dead. Like raw steak upon charcoal grill, she cooked on open flames.

Minutes before, the hooded black-robed lords had entered to the right of me and strode northward up towards the offering site.  They walked in single file. Their robes’ black hems fluttered against their leather boots of black boom. Their hidden hands clasped together with purpose.  Shortly afterwards, they split themselves up and formed a circle attentively around the sacrifice.  My terrified eyes, hypnotized by the orange flames to my right, drew themselves into the roaring fire.  They danced around like tall tongues, waiting patiently to be served some object to consume. However, these flames were different; they burned unevenly like that of a museum’s salon style art gallery wall exhibiting all frames to be noticed simultaneously.  Gradually, the whole offering room, burdened with dark souls and elevated evil, emphasized the glorious appearance of Victorian clutter.

Emerging out from underneath my trance, I saw straight away that I, too, was naked. The counsel’s strict rules were necessary to obey and follow.  Nevertheless, my long fingers behind me had all along been tugging at the seemingly synthetic fibers that matted the gloomy wall. Only my eyes were in oscillating motion. Would I be next?  No. Had the mighty men seen me?  No.  Despite not knowing how the furnace fire was fueled, I understood I was a witness.  Like a lucid dream flashing before me, I saw my emperor sacrifice his karmic lover solely to resurrect his lost empress–the soul-mate from whom he once escaped.