Trigger Warning: gore, mutilation, burning alive
The dance of Memorabilia. Sentenced to any individual in the state of parasitic-influence. It was originally acknowledged as inhuman, demonic, a bloody affair that only the devil could condone. But morality was no longer under the protection of the Great Magister, and the two lovers had been deemed “the worst of all evils”. They had broken the world to aid in their selfish delusions, intertwined by destiny to pursue their greatest love, leaving devastation in their wake. They had sacrificed many, they had sacrificed all, all in the name of love. Brutal, blistering, agonizing, love. And so, it was ruled: they would face the extreme punishment, and they would die together, their countless atrocities committed as one, and as one, they would remain until death.
And so- the bells begin to ring. A slow, deep song begins to play. The two prisoners, intertwined in shackles, give each other a smile and clasp hands. The ballroom evacuates. The people scream. The lovers stare eye-to-eye, blood-red heat building between them. They are steady, calm. As if they had awaited this moment their whole lives. A splash. They are doused in kerosene. They only smile. The flames are lit and the audience flees, leaving them in this palace empty, leaving them to their fate.
The flames alight their clothes and burn their bodies, but they pay no mind. The song begins to speed up, a fast, tantalizing beat. The two begin to dance. They follow each other’s footsteps in sync, weaving back and forth, never looking apart from each other. Skin begins to peel and drip down the backs of their hands and faces, but they stay steady, arms dripping low with the solid clunk of the shackles against each other to hold the other close. Eyes pure love and adoration as they dance, coordinated, loving, beautiful.
They reach out and begin to tear off pieces of their lovers’ skin as they dance, a whirlwind of burned flesh, blazing heat, and matching smiles. They rip each other apart, and the song draws to a close as their feet finally stop working, the silence a long beat afterward. Their eyes, still gazing at each other, loving, comfort, gone. A blood red smile. The door slams shut.
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