4 comments/ 40869 views/ 8 favorites The Curse of the Bastard Prince Ch. 01 By: prince myshkin Chapter one: In the Woods The night was gloomy. The forest was soundless. Prince Edward pushed the wooden door, a sharp creaky sound. She was sitting on a chair, her back towards him. Her hair was white. She was naked. Her skin was wrinkled. Her hands were skinny, sharp nails, visible veins. She was holding a skull between her naked thighs. Prince Edward felt sick, terribly sick. "Shar!" "Prince Edward... You've come at last. I was waiting for you for ten years." "I need to kill my father." "Your father is protected by the Ten Gods of Fire and Flames. No harm could touch him." "This is why I came to you." The old hag suddenly moved her skinny hand and gripped the prince's dick. She squeezed his balls with her filthy hand. Edward swallowed in apprehension. "Do you know what prize I ask for, young prince?" "Yes, I ought to sleep with you." Shar exploded in a sharp laughter. Edward closed his eyes. He wanted to throw up when he noticed the skull between her thighs was laughing, too. This was a nightmare. "Not that easy, young prince. Before that, you need to do three things. When you do them; you come to me and share this bed with me." "What are these three things, Shar?" "You need to rape a fairy, fingerfuck a mermaid, and sleep with her Majesty the Queen" "Are you out of your fucking mind? The Queen is my mother!" "I know that, Edward." Shar answered, smiling. "You've got to be kidding me." Chapter two: the Curse Everyone in the kingdom knew the story of the bastard prince. Twenty years ago, their strong king, Richard, proposed to marry Princess Katherine, the daughter of the Seven Islands' ruler, King Joseph. Princess Katherine was one of the most beautiful maidens on earth at that time. Ballads and songs were told about her blue eyes and golden hair. A ship filled with royal soldiers arrived, carrying the young princess to her future husband. In their way to the capital, they stopped at the Crystal Lake. Princess Katherine was astonished by the beauty and pureness of the lake's water. She asked her royal guards to step aside and leave her alone by herself, to enjoy the cold pure water of the lake. The Captain of the Guards was anxious when six hours had passed, and the princess didn't come back. When he arrived to the lake, he found the Princess bound to a huge tree, naked, trembling, her virginal blood staining her inner thighs, her beautiful large eyes filled with warm tears. King Richard was enraged. He ordered to execute all the guards. The area around the lake was searched thoroughly with no results. No one knew who raped the young princess. King Richard was in loss, he didn't know what to do; should he marry the raped princess or return her to her father? His dignity was in one hand, politics on the other. King Richard married Queen Catherine. After nine months, the queen gave birth to Prince Edward. People were talking. The heir of the king got to be a bastard. The king was tormented by these thoughts. He summoned the Ten Gods' Priest, and asked him if this boy belonged to him! The priest carried the boy, touched his forehead, and then he shook his head. "I'm sorry King Richard. This boy is a bastard. His blood is evil. He carries a curse with him. You got to get rid of him. If not, he would bring the Kingdom's doom with him." Chapter three: the Song of the Fairies Edward pushed the small bush aside, and entered the forest. The forest of the lost souls, this was the name people used to call it. He remembered the stories very well, uncle Marr used to tell them around the fire. Stories, about men who didn't come back, about a song in the middle of the night, a beautiful voice, music, and when you follow the song, you see the fairies, and then, you're lost. The first task; rape a fairy. This ugly witch must want his doom to send him for such a perilous task. Was it a trap? No, uncle Marr sent him to her. Uncle Marr told him before he died: "Edward, if you want to remove the curse, go to Shar. No one can help you other than Shar." If he trusted someone in this filthy world, he trusted uncle Marr. He was the one who found him in the forest, raised him as a kid, told him who he was. He felt lonely without uncle Marr, lonely and hated, the bastard boy, the prince who carried the curse.. Suddenly, he heard the sound, a faint sound, music, coming behind the thick tress. The golden light of the moon covered his road, leading him, tempting him, showing the path to his demise. A cautious instinct and some memories from childhood told him to turn back and leave immediately. But the music was beautiful, the moonlight alluring, and the task, the curse, remember the curse, this was the reason of his coming here. He advanced with sure steps, following the golden path, following the music. The sound became more distinct, it was a song, a heavenly song. He wanted to dance. He wanted to weep. He saw the fairy at the end of the path. A bright light was dancing around her and mixing with moonlight, a golden light in the midst of night. Her eyes were innocent. They were staring at him. Her transparent wings moved with the song. She was wearing a sheer green dress which hanged on her slim shoulders and reached to her thighs. God, how beautiful and charming was she! She filled him with awe and respect. She smiled, he dropped on his knees. She touched his cheeks with her soothing hand. Suddenly, her remembered the witch, her ugly hand touching his dick, the task, the curse, raping the fairy.. He pushed the fairy against the tree. One of her wings broke. The fairy moaned in pain. She stared at him, not comprehending why he did that. Edward stood up, walked towards the fairy, pulled her thin dress, tore it apart. The fairy covered her small breast with her hands. No mercy, under the moon. Edward removed her hands, exposing her tiny pink nipples. He squeezed them with his hands, kissed them with his teeth, licked them. He was overcome by lust by now, and lust was what he needed to complete his task. He pushed the fairy on the ground, held tight her thighs, and pushed them against her chest. Her lovely pussy was exposed for him, leaking her fairy juice which made a shiny trail between her pussy and asshole. He held his cock and guided it between her pink lips. She was unbelievably tight. His cock pressed against a thin membrane, which gave away when he pressed further, causing a flood of warm juice to dampen his balls. He tasted it, it was honey. Damn, she was really tight. Edward looked at the fairy's face and felt a punch on his stomach when he realized that the fairy was still singing, a different song, a sad song, while looking at the moon.. To be continued.. The Curse of the Bastard Prince Ch. 02 Chapter four: Uncle Marr Edward always remembered uncle Marr as his guardian and the only person who showed kindness to him. He has some vague collections of his terrible childhood; a child with no home, no friends, no one to trust or to talk with except uncle Marr. They were always traveling between the villages, hiding along the trails, sleeping at daytime and walking at night. He remembers more than once, a group of soldiers or guards following them, trying to kill the young boy who did nothing to them. He would be dead a long time ago, if uncle Marr were not with him. Between these vague memories of his childhood, he remembers one night very clearly. He was nine years old. He was sitting beside a fire in a beautiful, cold night. Uncle Marr was lying on his back, staring at the stars. "Uncle Marr, am I evil?" Uncle Marr, startled by this question, sat up and looked at him. "No Edward. Why did you say that?" "Then why all these people are after me? Why everyone wants to get rid of me? " "Who said so?" "I’m not a child uncle Marr. I can tell these soldiers want to kill me." "Have you done anything wrong to them?" "No." "Then, they are the ones who are evil. It’s not you, dear child." "Why do they want to kill me? What did I do wrong?" A single, warm tear reached his bony chin. Uncle Marr sighed. "Listen boy. I always wanted to tell you this story, but I was waiting for you to be old enough to hear it. Since you said you’re not a child anymore, I’m going to tell you the story. There was, once, a strong, young king, known as King Richard. He married a very beautiful princess known as Princess Catherine. Nine months later, the young Princess who became a Queen, gave birth to a boy. King Richard summoned The Ten Gods’ Priest and asked him to read the future of this boy. The Priest told him this boy had an evil blood and carried a curse with him. The foolish King believed the Priest and asked his bodyguard to throw the baby to the wolves... " Uncle Marr paused for seconds. He watched the reflection of the flames dancing in the boy’s clear eyes. "What happened next, uncle Marr?" "The bodyguard took pity of the innocent boy. He couldn’t abandon him. His wife died three years before giving birth to a baby as beautiful and innocent as this boy. The baby died two days after, following his mom. The bodyguard decided to take care after this boy. He bought some food and clothes, carried the boy on his back, and started traveling between the villages to find a safe spot where he could raise up the boy. The King knew there was something wrong when his bodyguard failed to come back. He sent guards and soldiers many times, trying to recapture the boy, with no success. Do you know why he failed each time, young boy?" "Why?" "Because the Ten Gods chose to protect the boy. Because He wasn’t evil as the Priest told" Uncle Marr picked a dirty cup and emptied its content inside his mouth, "Now, try to sleep little boy. There’s a long way ahead of us." Uncle Marr lied down his back and closed his eyes. Edward stared sadly at the firs. "Uncle Marr... " "Yes dear!" "What was the boy’s name?" Uncle Marr opened his eyes. He looked at the stars. At the brightest star. "His name was Edward" Chapter five: the Crystal Lake The second task; finger fuck a mermaid. Shar got to be kidding him. How is it possible to finger fuck a mermaid, when they have nothing below their waists except long, fish-like tails? He never saw a mermaid before. He only heard about them in folks’ stories. He remembered hearing about a villager who saw a mermaid around the Crystal Lake. The same Lake his mother, the Queen, had been bound to and raped, twenty years ago. The moon’s reflection danced upon the crystal water. It was so quiet. All creatures were sleeping in this soundless night, even the owls. The mermaids should be sleeping inside the lake, if they happened to exist. Nothing could awaken them from their deep sleep, nothing except the smell of a man’s love juice, if the tales were true. Edward walked towards a huge stone at the lake’s side and stood in front of it. He undid his belt and pulled down his pants. His hand wrapped his limp cock and started stroking it. He tried to think of a sexy image or memory, something that might help him to reach an orgasm. Horrible images kept hunting his tired mind; old Shar with a skull between her naked thighs, the small fairy who was singing while getting raped, his mother bound to one of these trees, her inner thighs stained with blood… If he succeeds in finishing this task, one task remains for him, the most difficult task; sleeping with his mother. Would he be able to do it? Would he be hard enough to push his cock inside his mother’s womb? He heard different stories about the Queen’s unbelievable beauty, that even in her forties; the Queen looked young, with slender built and tender limbs. Princesses and virgins of the palace would shy away in front of her majestic presence. When Edward finally came, he pulled up his pants and walked away. He made sure before leaving to spread his thick cum on the stone’s hard surface. He took hide behind a broken tree and waited there. He didn’t need to wait long… Suddenly, a huge splash broke the water surface and something large with a big tail jumped to the skies and landed on the stone. The golden light of the moon shone on the stone and on the smooth skin of this strange creature. It was a mermaid. Edward closed and opened his eyes, trying to comprehend the beauty of this thing sitting on the stone. She had a golden, long hair, soaked wet with water. Her eyes were blue and large, a reflection of the crystal water she lived in. She was naked above her waist with a large, slender tail below it. Her naked bosom was clean and clear like a glazing mirror. Her large breasts moved tenderly with every movement she made. The mermaid lowered her face and started licking the jism on the stone. Edward left his hiding place and advanced very carefully towards the mermaid. He didn’t want to frighten her. She could jump in any second to disappear inside the lake. When he reached a very close distance from her, she raised suddenly her head. She stared at him very curiously. Edward spread his arms, showing her he wasn’t carrying any weapons with him, and advanced towards her. She didn’t move. She only stared at him, curiously. When he reached the stone, he stood beside her, offering his arms to her. To his surprise, she reached out towards his neck, surrounding him with her slender arms. Edward carried the mermaid between his arms and walked away from the lake. The mermaid rested her beautiful head on his chest. He caressed her cheek lovingly. What’s the fault of this beautiful creature to be violated by his hands? He wanted to return her back to the lake, to her home. It wasn’t his fault. It was the fault of the Ten Gods, who blackened his blood with this evil curse. They are the ones who put this innocent mermaid in his way, in his way to break the curse, to take revenge, to make his own destiny. When they were fifty feet away from the lake, that it was impossible for her to jump back inside the lake, he threw her on the ground. The poor mermaid raised her torso and turned her head towards Edward. She was lying on her tummy helplessly. Edward took hold of her tail and fixed her on the ground with his foot. She moved her tail hysterically. He pulled with both hands feverishly till he started to see red blood staining her waist. Her tight tail moved slowly below her hip bones. He started to see a hint of her dark ass crack. He pulled further, exposing her ass cheeks and full thighs. When her tail came out with him, he threw it away and stared at what he had done. She was lying there, very weak and shivering. He could see her pussy lips from behind, pink and hairless. Edward stripped off his clothes and kneeled down towards the mermaid. He turned her around on her back, spreading her weak thighs apart. Her tight pussy spread open for him. He pulled the knobby clit above her pussy and rolled it between his fingers. The mermaid closed her eyes and moaned in pain. He inserted two fingers inside her cunt and started shoving them inside her, mercilessly. The mermaid was moaning weakly. Is that it? Can he stop now or does he need to finger fuck her till she reach an orgasm? Does he need to finger fuck her asshole as well? He should take all precautions not to fail in this task. He turned the mermaid around and inserted his thumb inside her tight asshole. She started crying like mad. She tried to stand up on her weak legs, but his strong fingers shoved inside her tight holes, taking with her lost innocence every hope to resist. She gave up at the end, lying down on the ground, her tight holes repeatedly violated by his fingers. When she reached an orgasm, Edward put back his clothes and walked away from the Crystal Lake. There was a bitter taste inside his mouth. He wanted to cry. He used his entire well to avoid looking back at the lake. If he did, he would see the naked mermaid trying hopelessly to walk on her weak legs towards the lake, under the golden moonlight. Chapter Sex: the First Page of the Book of Secrets There was a room on top of the Temple of the Ten Gods. It belonged to the High Priest. Inside one of its locked drawers he hided a torn page of the Book of Secrets. It was the first page of this ancient book. Priests and monks used to read this page at the end of each month. It was read like this: Praise to the Ten God on their floating thrones, Praise to Marmok, Father of Gods, the endless word, Praise to Palak, his Son on the moon, Praise to Safiel, his Daughter across the stars, Praise to Lameen, his Wife above the skies, Praise to Shaman, Carrier of the ten keys, Praise to Kalab, the Guardian of his lambs, Praise to Masoon, the Beautiful Queen, Praise to Manshar, the Iron Sword, Praise to Amros, Blower of the winds, Beware of Halik, the Chained God, Bound o the wall, Beware of his servants; the naked hag, And the bastard prince. * To be continued... The Curse of the Bastard Prince Ch. 03 (Auther Note: This is the last part of the story of the bastard prince. Please read the previous two parts to understand the story. Enjoy) Chapter Seven: In the Temple of the Ten Gods Prince Edward walked through the dark passages of his father’s magnificent city. The terrible images of the deeds he did in the last two days kept haunting him; the moaning fairy singing on the ground with a broken wing, the innocent mermaid he finger fucked and left beside the lake, the naked hag he made a deal with, yet there was one remaining task, more difficult and more perilous than all of this; sleeping with the queen, his mother. He was not sure if he was able to do it. Yes, he never saw his mother or remembered her face. He only heard stories about her, stories that increased the flames which were growing inside his heart, the queen who was raped twenty years ago, the bitch who gave birth to this bastard child. Prince Edward found himself entering the Temple of the Ten Gods. His steps were echoing on the white, marble floor. There were ten huge pillars on the hall; five on each side. Each pillar was carved in the shape of one of the Ten Gods who created everything. One of the pillars caught Edward’s attention, it was black in color and covered with chains, representing the God Halik, the One who was chained and bound to the wall. "Who is that poaching the sacred temple in this late hour of night?" The High Priest of the Ten Gods suddenly appeared from behind the pillar of Marmok, father of the Gods. "A sinner, my father," Edward answered, eyeing the old priest who advised the king to get rid of him, twenty years ago. "It’s not a time for confessions, my son. Come back in the morning. " "Why it’s not?" Edward asked irritably. "It’s late my son, I need to sleep. You need to sleep too." "I thought Gods don’t sleep!" "What do you mean?" "The Temple of the Ten Gods and the Gods themselves should welcome their helpless sons at any time and accept their redemption" The old priest raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then smiled. This young man certainly succeeded in getting him interested. He put his weak hand on Edward’s shoulder and said, "I read somewhere in the Book of Secrets that even the God Marmok, father of Gods, sleeps a day every three hundred years. All things and all creatures need to sleep, including the Gods, my son." "I bet Halik doesn’t sleep" The priest’s face changed in color. He raised his hand very annoyed from this heretic reply. "Careful son, this is heresy. May the Holy Gods curse the name you mentioned and keep him bound to the wall" "Why did Marmok created him in the first place, if he was planning to bind him later?" "Holy Marmok! You’re very confused, my son. Have you ever read the Creation story? " "No." "I thought so. Wise Marmok, the endless word, created his sons from his lips, pillars to our world, to carry his thoughts and sustain our sinful souls. He gave a job to each son; moving the moon to Palak, carrying the stars to Safiel, protecting the keys to Shaman. He chose Halik between his sons to make the balance with his father. He put the evil words in his lips to seduce the hearts of men, because if there were no evil against good, life would stop, temples would crumple and everything would cease to exist. Alas, the evil words grew in Halik’s lips and darkened his own heart. He wanted to take his father’s place and make the evil overbalance the light. He was stopped by Marmok’s eight sons, and bound forever to the wall. May the Holy Gods curse him and keep him bound and tormented" The Holy Priest finished telling his story which he liked repeating day after day to lost souls. He was used to seeing the miserable sinners drop on their knees, crying, when he finishes telling the story in his deep, old voice. Edward didn’t do that. Instead, he asked the old priest: "Is it ok for a man to sleep with his mother?" "Holy Marmok, that’s the sin of the sins." "What about Marmok sleeping with his daughter Lameen?" "Get out of this holy temple, now" Edward pulled his dagger and pierced the old man’s chest with it. He pulled the priest towards him and spat on his face, "Look at my face, old man. Is it good or evil to throw an innocent child in the woods just because your Gods think he had a curse? You speak of good and evil you dirty shit. Go to hill, you and your stupid Gods with you. " Edward walked outside the Temple of the Ten Gods. His steps echoing loudly in the stillness of the cold night. Chapter Eight: Queen Catherine Edward was waiting restlessly outside the Queen’s private chamber. He was dressed in a young priest’s clothes, he managed to steal from the temple. He told the chief of guards that he was carrying urgent tidings from the High Priest to the Queen. A young, beautiful maid emerged from the chamber’s door and stood in front of Prince Edward. "What’s your name, boy?" "Edward" "You say you carry a message from the High Priest?" "Yes. I was ordered to deliver it personally to her Highness" "Follow me, then" The young maid walked in front of Edward and took him though the door inside the Queen’s private chamber. Edward looked around in amazement, staring at the golden frames of the windows and the silky curtains covering them. He sat on a cushioned couch waiting for the Queen. This place was magnificent. It’s the place his mother sleeps in. "Is this the boy?" Edward stood up when the Queen suddenly appeared from one of the vast room’s corners. He caught his breath when he saw her. She was wearing a transparent, purple nightie, which hardly covered the details of her slender body. She was tall and majestic. He could see the shadows of her naked thighs below the thin material of the silk. What caught Edward’s attention the most was the huge pair of breasts his mother had, tightly wrapped and carried in purple silk. "Oh my, I didn’t know there are handsome boys living among the priests in the temple!" "It’s nothing compared to your beauty, your Highness." "You have a sweet tongue too! Good for you. I bet you would make more girls interested in visiting the Temple and praying in it" She walked towards a huge mirror and stood in front of it, tending her golden, curly hair which was dangling around her shoulders. "Tell me boy, what do your priests say about my boobs?" "I beg your pardon?" Queen Catherine turned around and cupped her breasts with her hands. She pushed her breasts against each other, offering more cleavage to Edward’s view. "My boobs. I hear different stories about them. Tell him Nadja what did you hear the soldiers saying about them? " "They said it needs five full infantries to occupy and guard one of her majesty’s breasts" "I love hearing these vulgar jokes about my boobs. It’s like the fox who couldn’t reach the grapes. Do your priests fantasize about my boobs? I’m telling you, I caught your High Priest once staring at them during a sacred ceremony. Do you want me to show them for you?" Edward couldn’t believe his ears. He never imagined his mother to be so degraded. How could she offer herself this cheaply to a strange priest she didn’t know. She was the Queen for Heaven’s sake! He wanted badly to stand up and slap her on her shameless face. "What happened to your voice?" She asked him, leaning down towards him, showing more of her deep cleavage. "I need to deliver the message of the High Priest privately to you, your Highness." "My God, you’re difficult to seduce. Don’t call me Highness. Call me Catherine, or Cathy if you want. " She pushed him against the couch and straddled him. Her perfume mixed with her sweat gave a delicious, sexy smell. Her lips were very close to his. "Ask the maid to leave the room," Edward managed to say. "You’re so shy for your age. I love seducing young priests. They always resist. Najda, leave the room and ask the chief of guards not to allow anyone in, including the King." Najda left, closing the door behind her. Queen Catherine took Edward’s hands and placed them on her large boobs. "Don’t feel shy. Do whatever you want; take them out, squeeze them, pinch them, suck them, lick them with your tongue" "Lock the door, first," Edward said, pushing her away. "Oh my God, you’re ruining my mood. Alright, I’ll lock the door for you, shy boy" She walked towards the door and pushed a bar behind it. Then, she unfastened the shoulder straps of her purple nightie, allowing it to fall down between her feet. She stood naked in front of her son. "Now we can play freely all night. Take off your cloak. I want to see your hard dick" Edward stared at his mom as she walked naked towards him. She was beautiful beyond description. Her sand-clock shaped body was bending and curving with every step she made. Her breasts were humongous. Their dark nipples were sitting proudly at their tops. Her narrow waist was so thin compared to her large hips. Her pussy slit was buried securely between her full thighs. She helped him taking off his cloak. Then, she dropped on her knees and pulled down his pants. A satisfied smile brightened her face when she saw his huge, erected dick. "Does it turn you on, seeing your Queen on her knees yearning for your cock?" She licked the tip of his dick playfully with her wet tongue. Edward moaned with pleasure when his mother took his whole dick inside her mouth. The feeling was intense; the wetness, the warmth, the pleasure, and above all this forbidden, sinful taboo. How would she feel if she knew that the dick she was swallowing and licking passionately was her son’s? Edward brushed her thick hair with his fingers and pushed his dick further inside her mouth until she started gagging with the huge cock filling her mouth. When she regained her breath, she started kissing and licking his balls again. A sticky thread of cum was hanging loosely between the tip of his dick and her nose. Edward held his dick from below and started stroking its shaft repeatedly on his mother’s face. He enjoyed dealing with her like a cheap whore. She smiled and tried to lick his dick with every stroke he made. He suddenly stood up, cupped her butts with his hands, pushed her towards him, and walked towards the bed carrying her, his large hands beneath her butts. The Queen wrapped her naked thighs around him like a child, enjoying the pressure of his hard-on against her wet slit. Edward’s knowledge about the identity of the woman he was carrying didn’t prevent him from inserting his finger inside her vulnerable asshole and violating it. When he laid her down on bed, the Queen opened her legs invitingly, offering herself to him. She played with herself with one hand, and pulled him towards her with the other. Edward straddled his mother and sat down on her slender tummy. She reached forward for his hard penis and started stroking him madly with her hand. Edward stared at his mother’s huge breasts like a hungry beast. These are the breasts he was taken from when he was an innocent infant. These are the milky nipples he yearned to suck and taste for so long. The queen, noticing his hungry stare at her bosom, cupped her huge tits and offered them to him. She arched her back and moaned happily when his tongue touched her sensitive nipple. He licked her nipple, sending shivers along her spine. Then, he started sucking her breast like a hungry child. The Queen became mad with pleasure. Her love juice started flowing from her wet slit. Edward stopped suddenly, and looked on his mother’s ecstatic face. "Do you enjoy nursing you son, mother?" The Queen’s naked body suddenly stiffened under Edward’s. She looked at him, angry and insulted, "What did you just say?" "I said; do you enjoy feeding you bastard son with your large boobs, mother?" The Queen jumped to the end of the bed, panic-stricken, covering her nakedness with both hands. "Who are you?" She said. Her hands covering her boobs, her thighs pulled together. "I’m your son, whore." The terror of the terrors, her worst nightmare. "Help… Help…," The Queen started crying hopelessly. Edward gripped her ankle and pulled her towards him. The Queen tried to push him away. He fixed her on the bed. His hard penis touched her wet slit. She squirmed and squirmed, trying to get rid of him. "Don’t make it so difficult, bitch," Edward said, pushing her legs against the bed. "No… No…," She cried. Her legs transfixed on the bed, her pussy widely spread and open for him. He pushed his huge penis inside his mother’s womb. He closed his eyes and started banging her, enjoying the wetness, the warmth, the tightness, and the sin. "YOUR HIGHNESS, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" the chief of the guards cried from outside. "Help… Help….," She cried again, feeling a thread of some hope. Edward pushed his hand against her mouth and continued fucking her mercilessly. "Stop screaming, I’m almost done." "No… No…" She continued to scream under his smothering hand. Edward closed his eyes, preparing to savor this moment. His body started jerking forcefully, his semen filled his mother’s womb, and a current of sinful pleasure overwhelmed his soul, taking him to Halik, the God bound to the Wall. Chapter Nine: Flames and Worms The door burst open suddenly. Many soldiers and guards in heavy armor filled the royal room. They stood frozen in shock when they saw their beautiful Queen lying naked on her bed, panic-stricken, her legs still weak and spread widely, showing her violated, wet pussy. One of the long, golden curtains was pulled outside through the opening of the high window. The criminal was gone! Edwards climbed down the wall, holding the curtain with one hand, his clothes and sword with the other. When he was ten feet above the ground, he jumped down, landed on the ground, and started running away through the cold night. He headed towards the forest, towards Shar’s wooden hut. He did it. He fulfilled all the three tasks Shar asked him to do, and now he is ready to break the curse, to kill his father, to take revenge against his destiny and against the Gods who cursed him. He pushed the creaky door and went in without permission. The hag was waiting for him on her bed; naked, as always. The dead skull was lying to her side. He felt the same familiar nausea he feels when he meets her. A crazy desire was filling her ugly eyes. Her wrinkled thighs were widely spread. Edward took off his cloak, and walked naked towards Shar. He straddled her and guided his dick through her large slit. She stopped him with one hand: "Tell me first, what did you do to the fairy?" "I raped her under the moon." The hag smiled, "What did you do to the mermaid?" "I banged her two holes with my fingers" Her smile widened, "What about your mother?" "I raped her on her bed" A sharp, ugly laughter filled the room. It was the skull who was laughing. "You are completely evil, prince. Now fuck me" Edward closed his eyes and started banging the ugly hag. A strong stench filled his nostrils and made him dizzier. He wanted badly to throw up. When he opened his eyes, he saw a small, green snake emerging from the hag’s nose. He stood up, terrified, pulling his sharp sword. Another snake emerged from Shar’s pussy. Edwards walked backwards, falling down on his back. The skull empty eyes suddenly exploded in flames. The ugly hag stood up and walked towards him. Countless snakes were emerging from every hole she had. When she reached for Edward’s neck, he pushed her violently and cut her into two halves with his sword. A dark boiling liquid flowed out of her wound and burned the floor. A loud, strong laughter shook the ground, and the walls turned suddenly into flames. "Who is that?" Edward cried in a fearful and angry voice. "I’m your God, whom you freed from the wall" "I have no Gods" "You have only One God, all others are false. You’re Halik’s servant, his holy hand" "I’m a servant of no one." "Edward, what do you want the most?" "Revenge." "I’m the God of revenge. Together, we will crush those who cursed you, those who dared to bind the mightiest God to a wall." "I’m a mortal. I can’t fight against Gods" "You are the hand of the God and the random chance in his destiny. You unbound the One and Only God. No one can stop you, now. Immerse your sword in my blood, Edward" "Which blood?" The dark, boiling liquid flowing from Shar’s wound exploded in bubbles, in answer to his question. He immersed his sword in the dark blood of the God he just unbound. "Now, go to the Temple of the Ten Gods and destroy the pillars. Every stroke of this sword is enough to crumple each pillar and destroy its God. I shall go with you and fight them. One pillar should remain unharmed and worshipped forever; mine, the pillar of Halik" Chapter Ten: The Eleventh Pillar Edwards walked towards the Temple, his sword in his hand, dribbling with Halik’s holy or cursed blood. Nothing would stop him now. He felt the aura of the angry God surrounding him. He was walking with him. He could see the flames and snakes writhing and dancing around him. It’s the hour of the truth, the hour of revenge. When he reached the Temple, he saw hundreds of soldiers guarding the entrance. He didn’t bother turning to them. He just walked towards the gate. Their cries of pain and anguish followed him, as their skins burned in fire, and the snakes surrounded and strangled their necks. When he entered the sacred hall of the ten pillars, a strong wind blew at him, as the two gods; Amros – blower of the wind- and Manshar-with his Iron Sword-materialized from the nearest two pillars. The aura of flames and snakes materialized, in the form of a huge, angry God with black eyes and a voice of thunder. It was Halik, the sinful god, who advanced steadily towards his two brothers to banish them. He yelled at Edward: "Destroy their pillars, while I fight them." A storm of winds, flames, snakes and iron ensued, as the three gods fought fiercely. Amros and Manshar had no chance to stand against the rage of Halik. Their brothers and sisters emerged from their sacred pillars to fight against the rebellious God. The vast hall in the temple turned into a strange battlefield, of shooting stars and falling moons, a battle depended completely on the decision of this mortal; This cursed, randomly born, child of destiny. Prince Edward struck the first pillar with his sword. The pillar crumpled and fell apart with one stroke. An anguished cry sounded behind him and ceased to exist. This was for all the injustice he suffered in his life. He ran towards the next pillar and struck it with his sword. The blowing wind disappeared. That was for uncle Marr. Pillars crumpled and Gods died with every stroke of his vengeful sword. He is the vengeful prince, the random chance, the hand of Halik. But why? Why Halik? Isn’t he the god of evil, of death and pain? Is this the justice he was seeking for so long? A world decided by one god, who only wanted death and pain! He reached the end of the hall, where two pillars only remained; one black and wrapped in chains, one white as a dove with no chains around it, Halik’s and Marmok’s, son and father, evil and light. The aura of Marmok filled the hall and met with the aura of Halik. The hall was split in two halves; flames and snakes in one side, vastness and depth in the other. The two gods materialized, huge figures of wisdom and power, pushing each other with crushing force. Edward stood between the Gods, staring at them, Marmok with his long beard, Halik with his black eyes. "What are you staring at fool, go and crush his pillar" Halik screamed at Edward, trying to push Marmok aside. "Don’t listen to him Edward. You are not evil. I know why you did all of this. It’s your anger that drove you mad. Love and mercy will cure your wounds. They always do." The Curse of the Bastard Prince Ch. 03 "Listen to the fool, speaking about evil. There is no such thing, Edward. It’s just a stupid word. Evil! When you stand against his plans, then your deeds are evil. When you comply and don’t rebel then your deeds are good! Guess what, Marmok. You’re not the reference anymore. You stand against me, then you are evil. " "Fool. I created you to complete the balance. Not to surpass and overthrow me. You don’t know what it was like when there was only one god. Nothing. Do you want to destroy everything and live with nothing?" Edward picked his sword up and walked towards the two pillars, "I’m sick with your game of good and evil. I don’t care who the good god is, and who the evil god is. All things are evil in this world. A world where an innocent child is thrown to the wolves." "You don’t understand, Edward. All things are created to fulfill the balance. To make life moves. What about Uncle Marr? Is he good or evil?" Marmok asked, playing his last trick. "Uncle Marr? Uncle Marr was the only one who protected me and showed me kindness. He is the only person I would call good, and pray for his soul." Marmok smiled, "Do you know why? Because Uncle Marr was the one who raped your mother beside the lake, twenty years ago. Uncle Marr is the unknown father of the bastard prince." "SHUT THE FUCK UP" Edward screamed, dropping down on his knees. "Uncle Marr was created to fulfill the balance. To begot the cursed prince who would decide which scale should win. " "Stand up Edward and destroy Marmok’s pillar. Let’s build the world of the One God" Halik cried. "Don’t listen to him, Edward. Destroy his pillar and let’s restore the balance again. " Marmok cried. Edward stood up, pulling his sword up. A bitter smile was drawn in his face: "You know what? There’s one more pillar you forgot all about. I can destroy it and ruin you philosophical game. " "What are you talking about?" Edward held the scabbard with two hands, and then he pierced his heart with the sword. He fell down instantly, dead. "Noooooooooooooooo…." "Bastarrrrrrrrrrrrrd….." * * * * I do not know why I was brought, In this dark world of sinful thought, I had no choice at my first breath, Let me decide, at least, my death. The End.