JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Emil Heidrich on Feb 17, 2014 16:05:44 GMT -5
Four Years Ago...
HEAVEN'S GATES
won't open up for me
Sitting upon the edge of an apartment roof, Emil allowed for his feet to dangle over the edge. It was a relatively quiet and boring night with the moon having just reached its summit. Such a night was as beautiful as it was serene. Something about the atmosphere called to him and had forced him onto the roofing. He had no say, no control; he was but a slave that was being forced to do his master’s bidding no matter how grotesque the outside world considered it. Parts of his soul wept and cried out for him while the remainder rejoiced at what was soon to come.
In a blur of movement, a syringe was drawn and the tip plunged into him.
Bliss overcame the Quincy as he felt the familiar sting of a needle bite into his left forearm. The properties of the drug had yet to enter his body yet he could already feel the effects as his body prepared for what was sure to come. It was a trip that he had been on many times before and would venture to many times after. There was no feeling like it and nothing that he could imagine himself stopping for. Not the whines of the Vatican, not the shocked state of Kaiser, or the tears of Lillith. No, Emil Heidrich would revel in the hazy addiction of drugs for as long as he lived. It was too damn much for someone to ask him to turn away from.
Heroin was one helluva drug and something he didn’t plan to part with unless someone ripped it from his cold and bloody hands.
A torrent of wind blew through the air and ruffled his hair but he cared not for such things in the aftermath of his injection. Leaning backward, the Gemischt rested his head on the roofing before tossing the syringe upwards and allowing for it to be carried away by the wind. His heart fluttered slightly from the movement as things began to take root and he felt himself truly enter into the realms of joy and happiness, of pure and total euphoria.
The lids of his eyes fluttered slightly as he stretched out, allowing for the material of the roofing to rub against the exposed areas of his skin. Oh how wonderful it felt. His toes curled slightly as he felt something far more powerful than that of a measly human orgasm. This drug was unlike anything else on the market for it had a petite supernatural flare to it. To be put simply it was that good shit and it was just what he needed. The stresses of life weren’t drowning him just yet but he knew they would be sure to come; he had just gotten married after all. It was better to get in front of the bullet than watch it pass by, now wasn’t it?
“Ah fuck,” moaned the blonde.
In a blur of movement, a syringe was drawn and the tip plunged into him.
Bliss overcame the Quincy as he felt the familiar sting of a needle bite into his left forearm. The properties of the drug had yet to enter his body yet he could already feel the effects as his body prepared for what was sure to come. It was a trip that he had been on many times before and would venture to many times after. There was no feeling like it and nothing that he could imagine himself stopping for. Not the whines of the Vatican, not the shocked state of Kaiser, or the tears of Lillith. No, Emil Heidrich would revel in the hazy addiction of drugs for as long as he lived. It was too damn much for someone to ask him to turn away from.
Heroin was one helluva drug and something he didn’t plan to part with unless someone ripped it from his cold and bloody hands.
A torrent of wind blew through the air and ruffled his hair but he cared not for such things in the aftermath of his injection. Leaning backward, the Gemischt rested his head on the roofing before tossing the syringe upwards and allowing for it to be carried away by the wind. His heart fluttered slightly from the movement as things began to take root and he felt himself truly enter into the realms of joy and happiness, of pure and total euphoria.
The lids of his eyes fluttered slightly as he stretched out, allowing for the material of the roofing to rub against the exposed areas of his skin. Oh how wonderful it felt. His toes curled slightly as he felt something far more powerful than that of a measly human orgasm. This drug was unlike anything else on the market for it had a petite supernatural flare to it. To be put simply it was that good shit and it was just what he needed. The stresses of life weren’t drowning him just yet but he knew they would be sure to come; he had just gotten married after all. It was better to get in front of the bullet than watch it pass by, now wasn’t it?
“Ah fuck,” moaned the blonde.
MADE BY SIRIUS OF GANGNAM STYLE
