HADES (Death Is A Man)

The Mortal Woman

BLACK

The bar at the inn was beautiful and picturesque, there were a lot of bustles and no one noticed how odd I looked in my old clothes aside from myself.

The soft sound of a violin played from a corner of the inn as the drizzle from the rain outside dripped down the crystal glasses of the window.

I was excited by the rain I was excited by everything. The steady breeze made a perfect interlude, the lights wound around the wooden door from the bulbs, the flowers that were flourishing, and the woman singing with the most beautiful voice he had ever heard.

The chairs were soft and the human food was good as hell, I was very comfortable living among the mortals and there was no way I was going back anytime soon.

I was sure the man I had killed some minutes ago wouldn't mind me having his money and jacket, with that I looked more comfortable and blended in well among the people present at the bar.

Something kept drawing my attention to the woman singing to the sound of the violin, her voice alone was angelic and the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

The singer caught me watching and gave me e a sly gaze as she walked toward each man present singing in a sonorous voice.

She pulled this man's tie and that man's beard, and when she got to where she walked away again back to her little stage not without giving me a breathtaking smile.

Father had mentioned the mortal women as being the most beautiful entity he ever came across, now that I was watching one I wouldn't need Azrael to help in describing their beauty to me as I was seeing everything and wouldn't mind having it all to myself.

I could smell her coming again, she was like a rose among thorns. Her scent filled the room with the scent of alcohol and other stuff.

I watched as a man brought out a cigarette. It was almost the same thing with the weed I had in my pocket, so I watched as the man puffed out the smoke from the cigarette after smoking it through his lips.

I did the same, puffing out the smoke from the weed just as the man had done…

I had been distracted by the smoke from the weed I had been smoking and when I looked up again, the singing woman was gone and I couldn't see the woman that I had admired a while ago.

I looked toward the door quickly hoping to catch a glimpse of her then I saw her slipping out of the inn door quietly after picking up her coat.

I followed her quietly as well, Stealing a hat of my own from the stand and sliding through the door into the dark street.

***

The street where she walked lacked finesse as the stench of death, and human waste cut through the air that almost making her gag and throw up right in her mouth.

She felt being followed and from time to time she turned back only to be faced with absolute darkness as she cut through the streets in quiet desperation. Wearied but at the same time having no choice.

Once again she felt the overwhelming presence of an entity and turned back to look only to see no one again other than the faulty lights and the sorry state of the slum.

I watched as she moved quickly along the beaten path, I knew I needed to catch up with her at the same time I didn't fancy the chances I had and wouldn't want to scare her off.

My intuition had pointed her out as the "Chosen One" for my plan, So it had become to me a do-or-die situation.

As she crossed the next street, she raised her head and saw two men ahead smoking. She cussed under her breath knowing what might come if she walked past but mustered courage and did anyway.

Carmela didn't dare to look at either side as she walked through, aware of the men of the night lurking and staring at her. She hoped they didn't act stupid and just let her go without catcalling or whistling but they did both anyways and when she didn't pay them any attention they followed her.

They sidled up next to her, quiet in their approach. The voice was gravel and more crude as he whispered.

“You won't pay us any attention right?”

The woman leaped to recoil frightened, she tried to walk past him the other way but got cut off by another man. She was aware of their facial expression of mischief and remained

transfixed knowing fully well it had been very stupid of her to walk through that path knowing full well this might happen.

“Please, let me just go out. I promise not to mention this hideout to anyone,” she said while reaching out into her bag for the pepper spray she had handy. Her hands curled around the bottle as she waited for the first man to make a move.

When he did, she tried bringing it but was not fast enough as he caught her hand mid-air. Taking a strand of chestnut hair between his fingers, she moaned out in distress

" You were thinking of using this on us right?" He smiled beseechingly. "Well, we are going to give you a good fuck so you would learn not to mess with us next time ." The one that had appeared to pull her hair appeared to be the boss. He whistled and three other men appeared from the dark, this was it she was going to get raped. Gang banged most probably in all holes. Carmela swallowed her saliva in distress, this time she threw up in her mouth and swallowed.

"Please, let me go," She begged.

The men laughed instead as they approached her, the one that had held her hair reached down to the front of her dress and yanked it down exposing her bosom. He took it into his lips and suckled at her nipples till they became hard as a rock. Another was groping at her ass and second boobs.

She closed her eyes and hoped for something to happen.

"Let the woman go ." My voice echoed from the darkness I had been in. The woman was mine and wasn't one I was willing to share with anyone.

The men looked around wondering who was stupid enough to venture into their den.

"Who the hell is that?" The leader of the gang barked out.

I walked out into the light, wearing the hat I had stolen over a jacket as I puffed out smoke from a cigarette realizing I do enjoy smoking this human shit and was about to kick that shit into some men's ass right that moment.

I dropped the cigarette to the ground and took out its embers with the end of my boot just as I had seen them do.

"I said let the woman go !" I said again.

"Who the hell are you ?" Another man said while flashing a pocket knife.

"Guess you are about to find out what hell is and trust me it is not very nice," I whispered and smirked.