The Way of Sorrows by Jon Steele

Author:Jon Steele [Steele, Jon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9780698167384
Amazon: B00OQSF8O0
Publisher: Blue Rider Press
Published: 2015-08-04T07:00:00+00:00

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The bearers raised the container high as they entered the Great Hall of the Two Hundred. It was draped in a black sheet and appeared to float cloudlike through the immense interior of the hall. The gilded gothic vaults and rows of supporting marble pillars sparkled with the candlelight of ten bronze chandeliers marking the procession’s path to the throne. Members of the court standing to either side of the hall bowed as the bearers passed. Two rows of priests came next, chanting in low tones:

“We call to You, Oh Lord of Earth, God of our Souls;

We submit to Thy will and beseech You to receive us.”

A muffled bell tolled nine times, and the priests chanted:

“You who have come from the ages beyond the ages;

We worship You and we pray, Do as Thy wilt with us.”

Their voices echoed through the hall and circled the pillars and were consumed by the nine bells again. At the end of the hall, beneath a scallop-shaped dome holding the Star of All Knowledge, was Komarovsky. He sat on a throne of gold atop a marble dais of six steps. He watched the procession approach from behind his dark glasses. At his knees were the four women of Vladivostok, abducted to pleasure the Rus. Komarovsky had found the women pleasing and of good breeding stock, so he took them for his own amusement instead. The four women were dressed in black chiffon gowns, sheer enough to reveal their nakedness beneath. They licked and sucked at Komarovsky’s potion-laced fingers. The potions rushed through their blood and washed over the dopamine receptors in the nucleus accumbens regions of their brains. Waves of rapture came over them; they murmured and begged:

“So good, never so good.”

“More, give us more.”

Komarovsky dipped his hands into the jade fonts standing to the sides of his throne. He soaked his fingers in a viscous liquid, then held his hands above the women. Fresh drops of supreme pleasure fell into their mouths. They received it as communion and shared it with one another in ravenous kisses. When they felt their souls begin to separate from their flesh, they licked and sucked at Komarovsky’s fingers again. The women gazed upon him from the depths of the trance that bound them together as one wanton being. When Komarovsky blessed them with a glance, the women were overcome with gladness and cried out:

“Lie with us and devour us,

oh magnificent Lord!”

“More, give us more.”

Then did the new chief physician enter the Great Hall of the Two Hundred. He was dressed in resplendent robes of red and gold as he carried the scepter of his office before him. The court bowed to him, too, for they feared him greatly. He alone had survived the night of long knives by slaughtering the entire privy council to assume the role of Komarovsky’s most trusted advisor. The chief physician was followed by fifty virgins abducted from around the world as his personal gift to the court. They swirled and swayed and their sheer white gowns flowed about their forms.

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