Wamillust

  Isran sighed as she sat down on the cold concrete floor. The smell of burning bodies still lingered in the air, the sounds were however long gone.

  Jess leaned her head against Isran, ash on her fingers and cheeks, she had stopped crying a while ago.

  They remained there, staring at the cracked wall of the abandoned gas station, fighting off fatigue and tears.

  When they finally got up to move they continued to stay close, hunger tore at their stomachs, their ration packs untouched in Isran’s bag. They couldn’t bring themselves to swallow anything they put in their mouths.

  “Hey!”

  Martin ran towards them with a slight limp, his friends trailing behind him. Isran felt Jess move closer to her.

  “Hey.” She responded back simply, too exhausted to do anything else.

  He hesitated, looked around the scorched nd they were standing in. “How did you guys make it out?”

  “You’re such a dick Mart.” On of his female friends ughed and shoved him. Isran had never bothered to learn her name. What was the point? She probably wasn’t going to survive the week. They never did.

  Martin and his company ignored them the rest of the way to camp. She appreciated it.

  After taking a bath with water so small she could barely rinse herself off she settled in her small tent, her fork pushing around the dry meat they had been served.

  Jess entered with her pte and gave Isran a weak smile.

  Isran could still hear their screams as they burned alive. And that insurmountable pressure they all felt when in the presence of the gods.

  “Are you okay?”

  Isran tried her best to smile, from Jess’ expression it was probably closer to a grimace.

  She sighed and lowered her gaze back to her stale food.

  The next day was peaceful. They were not on any kind of duty since they had almost died on their st patrol and so she spent the day in her tent with Jess, cuddled up and thinking about how she would have been graduating college that year.

  Time had gone so fast she was surprised she hadn’t missed it.

  “What are you thinking about?” Jess whispered and kissed her shoulder softly.

  “Nothing.”

  Jess sighed but didn’t push, she id her head back on Isran’s chest and drifted off to sleep.

  ===

  KILL

  “Hey there big guy… I’ve got tempered steel…”

  A young man with red fiery hair smiled nervously up at her, a bag opened for her too peer into. The urge to kill was fading.

  “Yeah… I’ll just pass and you can forget I was here…”

  Isran gently took the bag and slithered away from him

  Her companion of serpentine beauty smiled at her with a gentleness that wasn’t there around prey.

  “Treasure?” Her voice was a bit gravely, but soft at the same time. It made Isran’s unbeating heart flutter.

  “Treasure.” She repeated back

  ==

  “Vycor!”

  Isran grabbed Jess’ head and helped her hide as a crazed Martin yelled up at the god. He had a rge gun in his hands, the weight of the weapon making him hunch.

  “You coward!”

  Jess looked up nervously at Isran as the god shrunk and approached Martin, walking—no gliding over the bodies of his dead friends.

  When Vycor spoke, all could hear.

  “GET DOWN LITTLE ONE, AND PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE YOU HURT YOURSELF.”

  The pressure was the worst with Vycor, so much Isran could almost hear her bones creak. Her muscles tensed involuntarily and her ears rung. The androgynous god was one of the only ones that spared them any words. The second was Sephia. Her presence gave a different kind of pressure. The kind that was the reason she and Jess were together.

  Martin ughed maniacally, unsteadily aiming the gun at the god and fired.

  Isran watched silently as the bullet hit an invincible force field, crumpled into itself and fell to the ground.

  "GET DOWN."

  Isran grunted softly at the pressure increase and froze when she felt her entire body go hot and became acutely aware of Jess’ body against her. Jess’ mouth against her palm.

  Sephia tisked behind them, out of sight of Martin and Vycor, but Isran was not stupid enough to think the god did not know where their wife was.

  “My my, aren’t you two positively shaken.”

  Isran felt Jess tense against her, and then a hot fsh went through both of them. Isran twitched as she realized she had just had an orgasm. From the way Jess was twitching and breathing against her, she was not alone.

  Sephia giggled and another hot fsh went through Isran, though the second time it knocked her out.

  When she woke up she was naked, covered by a thin white sheet.

  Jess was curled into her side, her legs clenched in the way it did after she spent the night fucking and her body felt rexed like she had been drowning in pleasure only a few hours before.

  Isran blinked up at Sephia who was smiling down at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

  Isran couldn’t breath.

  “Oh calm down. I’m not up to anything, I just want to talk.”

  Isran only remained silent, her hand flexed against Jess’ back, holding her wife closer to her. Sometimes she felt their marriage meant nothing, considering how it happened. What was the point? The world had come to an end. Isran wanted to at least have that… a wife… the woman she loved, before she died.

  Sephia floated down till she was seated on the bed beside Isran, she smiled down at Isran. Not scheming or even seductive, it looked almost motherly. Isran realized as she gazed up at the goddess that Sephia technically was her mother in some convoluted way.

  “Why?” She couldn’t help but ask.

  Sephia sighed. “Gods get bored.”

  "LET THEM REST."

  Isran looked over at Vycor, the god was draped in gold and red, her eyes on Sephia. Isran recognized that loving look.

  Isran closed her eyes, they all of a sudden felt extremely heavy and hoped that when she woke up every thing was a very bad dream

  ==

  Her serpentine companion ughed gently as she tickled their young.

  She was of simir make to Isran, their species had no men and as such some of them had different make than the others.

  It was their fifth. Their first two had left the nest and even migrated to a different dungeon. Isran liked seeing CLAVIN with child. She was less murder hungry, less rash. She spent more time with Isran. More smiles

  Isran wondered if she was bad for that. Getting her mate pregnant so she could keep her with her. CLAVIN didn’t seem to mind.

  ==

  Isran took in rge ragged breaths, the smell of decaying flesh and burning wood was so overwhelming everything she had had for breakfast had been brought out.

  She could still hear Jess’ voice, urging her to go. Telling her to live for them both.

  Isran closed her eyes and looked down at the rogues that had burnt Sephia’s temple. The anger she felt was so palpable she thought it burnt brighter than the fmes around her.

  The people below cheered as they set another section of the building on fire. Chanting, “KILL THE GODS! KILL THE TRAITORS!”

  Isran was upset. She was angry. She was tired. She was so many things.

  She hated the gods as much as they all did. But she would put that aside to just be happy for a while. Those self righteous pricks were acting like they would’ve never taken the chance.

  Isran felt the fmes lick the back of her hair but didn’t move.

  One of the rogues spotted her and pointed, someone lifted up a gun at her.

  ==

  Isran felt pain as she watched her love get sin. CLAVIN had stopped moving. Her breathing next to done and her wounds pouring out inky bck blood.

  Their newest young y dead beside her.

  “Love.” CLAVIN wheezed, bck liquid leaked out of her eyes.

  The scream Isran let out shook the walls of the dungeon.

  ==

  “So the gods were nice to you and now you’re killing your own?” The man snarled up at her wheezing, his severed hand underneath Isran’s foot, and his left eye caved in.

  Isran was quiet. She did not need to expin her reasoning to scum like him.

  When he finally stopped breathing Isran walked back to the camp she had set fire to. The drug she had managed to sneak into their meal had proven effective.

  She sat at the outskirts of the rge fire, warming up in the silence. No one screamed, because no one could.

  ==

  Isran sat in her cage silently, watching the man write a few things in his notebook. The urge to kill was gone. He had pushed so many things into her that she could barely feel.

  “Fascinating. Even before the experiments she was next to non aggressive… perhaps it has something to do with her mate dying?”

  Isran’s eyes flicked up to the man that just entered the room. He reminded her of a king.

  “How is it looking?”

  “Oh wonderful sir. The naga is all but a house cat now… I’m not certain if that could change at all but it seems this one was more open to change.”

  Isran watched the kingly man approach her rge cage and stare up at her crouched form.

  “Speak.”

  Isran blinked slowly at him, her sideways blink usually unsettled others but his stare never waivered.

  “Hello.” She decided being difficult was a useless endeavor.

  ==

  Isran sighed and sat by the grave Vycor had made for Jess. Her left thumb rubbed against the headstone. Her right thumb had been shot off.

  She could feel the breeze on the mountain. The ruin of the city was much less clear. Isran wondered how the rest of the world was fairing.

  It had been almost five years since she had st visited Jess' grave. It was clearly being taken care off. Isran appreciated that.

  ==

  “And why do you kill?”

  Isran blinked tiredly at the group of people in the room before her. She was surpised they let her out of her cage, she guessed it was to put her in a cage of words.

  “Well?”

  Isran shrugged. “My nature.”

  It was the best she could give them. It was an urge, she could not clearly define that for them. They seemed to think they were so smart, surely they could figure it out on their own.

  ==

  Isran blinked herself awake to see a worried Calliope leaned over her.

  “Isran!”

  She blinked unsteadily, her throat dry and upper lip wet.

  She went to wipe it and brought her hand up to see blood.

  “I—I’m okay.”

  Calliope didn’t look convinced but didn’t push it.

  “How about you take a bath and we go get something to eat?”

  Isran hesitated slightly then nodded. “Yeah.. Okay.”