Legend of The Pale People

Their jungles were emerald, and their skin was pale as the clouds which draped the tiny moon that stalked them like a hawk, perched on nothing but darkness. I wandered between trees older than human breath and inhaled their scent. These people followed in the darkness of my shadow that flowed behind me like the train of a wedding gown, as I walked the narrow path towards the alter they built for me. I was naked. The blade in the priest’s hand glistened as the mortal blood was chipped away.  
 
I looked beautiful, they said. I loved how they worshiped me in their cold realm without a sun, that hurdled through a darkness none of them have ever seen beyond. The small ones kissed my bare feet as I placed them on the cool marble steps that led to the hooded priest, who hid his face from my beauty. They were all so terribly ugly, only about a foot tall with oversized limbs and ash colored hair. They had never seen a creature as tan or as tall as me, who walked through the charred woods of earth like a goddess. They just had to steal me with their songs, played on bone flutes carved from their stillborn kin.  
 
As I knelt before the priest, he caressed the cold blade against my lips then pierced the bottom one. The pearl of blood quivered in my breath. He told me to touch my experienced tongue to the blood, and savor the taste before it's all gone. It's crimson hue filled the spaces between my flawless teeth. I knew this, and smiled for him, even though the taste was horrid. I wanted to be drained of all of this bitter substance, and begged for the knife to move lower to my neck. I got on my knees before him and opened my bloody mouth as wide as I could. I wanted to choke on this lowly creature's knife, who was nothing but a prophet of my beauty. He held the blade below his waist and stroked it until his tiny hand bled. The crowd behind us moaned with the wind in the trees, that marked the border of our realms.  
 
He placed his hand on my bare breast and left a cool sapphire print where my husband used to kiss. The liquid that pumped through their little hearts was blue, and as cold as the night that would never leave them for anything in the universe. He sliced my throat just a little bit, then just barely choked me with both of his hands until the blood that pumped through our bodies turned purple like the dusk that foretold night in my old realm. Suddenly, the sky lightened backwards into a dull magenta, and every last one of these pale people began screaming, running through their crystal forest that caught the faint light that filled the sky. They covered their eyes and fell to the ground crying with a pain I never knew existed. Their eyes couldn’t handle this new light, and neither could their skin which darkened in the light of dusk. Their eyes melted from their skulls as they laid on the ground dying. The only light they ever had was that tiny moon, which disappeared in the purple sky.  
 
The priest let out a slow, sexy laugh, then lowered his hood. He was tan and handsome. His skin looked smooth and his eyes were dark as the night whose throat was sliced by our dusk who snuck up from behind with shards of light. He told me this was our world now, and that we were one step closer towards rebuilding the light of day that only his ancestors have seen. He handed me the cool blade from his hand and told me to find another mortal whose blood we could blend into the canvas of the sky. I smiled at him, and knelt before him in a sexy pose, with my warm breasts dangling as I crawled towards him while he undressed. His sinister smile was sexy, and he said he wanted to fall from his throne of grace into the darkness of sin. As I neared his little naked body, I wrapped my hands around him, then shoved the blade through his back, and into his heart.  
 
As his black irises lightened, I whispered softly in his pointed ear that I had fallen in love with the cool darkness that made my nipples hard in secret. while he fell to the ground with ivory eyes, I closed his lids as the sky darkened once more. The countless dead bodies that littered the woods grew pale again, and rose from the dirt as the moon stole the priest’s high throne. They bowed before me, praising me with chants I never understood.  
 
I told them to go out into the realm from which I came and bring every mortal who wanders the woods here, so they can discover the one true beauty which is me. I want the world to grow pale as them, and bow before me naked without ever loving anything other than me as they beg for just one of my fingers to touch them. “Go out into the woods from which I came, and bring anyone who wanders there to me, and make them love me!”. They stabbed their children dead and hollowed out their bones to make the music that would lure mortals here to me. They ran out from my dark emerald woods skipping, and playing their bone flutes as my new realm filled with new people who bowed before my throne, as I sat there naked with my legs spread before my ever growing congregation who sang hymns to praise my beauty forever. They will find you all, eventually. And you'll be as cold and pale as them as I sit on my throne rubbing my dark clit to the sound of the world begging for my love.