The Taste of Pomegranate
Read: Part 1 Divine Curse and Part 2 A Discontentment of Angels
— unbreathable, the pall of smoke filled the bailey, oily and black and gray against the pale stone walls, disappearing into the night sky but blotting out every star…faces painted in lurid shades, contorted by their screams and their glee and their bloodlust…the smell, oh, god, the smell of searing flesh, crackling on the pyre, she couldn’t get the odor from her nose or the taste from her mouth, he was —
— cavern walls lit up with the fires, barely seen as she was dragged through the air…the great hall, just as he’d described, a single pit of flame cast gleams of gold on the curves of polished black stone, movement in the delicate, filigreed columns and the man on the throne — no, not a man, had never been a man — his beauty hurt like a physical blow, even when it was malice that shone from eyes of unearthly blue and rage that curled long, artist’s fingers into white-knuckled fists, distorted a voice of angelic sweetness into a roar of fury —
— then here, wherever here was, another level of Hell it seemed at first —
The music stopped and she blinked, disoriented in the abrupt silence.
