a king walks among us
The flies are buzzing, buzzing, buzzing and tension hangs on the air like teeth clinging to a precipice before an endless drop.
”I am Eshek.”
The words would feel like scripture to anyone who knew how to listen. El Rey only knows how to listen for the creaking of poising muscles, clenching jaws, unsheathing claws. He hears only a name.
The light returns.
Light, dark, light, dark. It is as if Eshek controls the rising of the sun and the falling of it. The moon hangs idly by as she turns the daylight of the alley on and off. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick
tock.
His horns hold their slickness as the conversation slithers along; there is too much blood on those bones to dry.
Eshek makes him an offer he cannot understand.
Eshek proposes to teach him.
He says, ”What would you have me do?”
There is no shame in trading one master for another. He has never tried to please two. There has never been a need for it.
@Eshek
”in blood the blade, to its golden hilt, I’ll drown,“
I pledge you now, to death they all are bound,
