The Ballad of Saymon

• Artist: Ninja Night Kitten
• Description: This begins a tale of the birth of a boy named Saymon. This is the story of his mother, and his fathers. This story contains scenes of violence and sexual content (though both of these comes much later in the story). It also involves slavery and demons (though not in the classical Revelations kind of demons), so if these things don't agree with you or your stomach, feel free to leave. Aside from that, it will update as it is written, so if you like it be sure to keep a eye out for it. Enjoy!
• Date: 03/28/2009
• Tags: ballad saymon demons kyichi lila

She imagined it would be dark. Not much more than that in the way of scenery. Just… void.

And him, of course.

She knew she had been thinking about this for too long, that she should stop and let the pieces fall where they may but…

She needed this. This thought of what it would be like. She made him cruel, made him wordless, made him stronger than perhaps he was. All these things she used to create a vision of him. A vision that helped to restore that feeling she’d had for so long, that old friend that had left her completely in the space of a month. Helplessness.

She was not sure of her sanity, because of her longing for this feeling. ‘Any sane person,’ she’d tell herself, ‘demon or human, would never want to be helpless. You must be going crazy.’

How sorry she was, this tragic little femme, that she didn’t see the root of her longing. It was not insanity, quite the opposite. It was her need for stability that made her wish for helplessness. If she could feel real fear again, it would return some familiarity to her. It would preserve her a bit longer.

But he did see it. And, for all his philanthropic philosophies, he refused to feed into her fantasies. Perhaps this is what preserved them both, his stubbornness. Without it, she may not have survived as her world turned upside-down. Without it, he may not have resisted the urges he felt to kill her boy-love.

But I digress. I am vague. Let me start from the beginning, and not from the end.

For your benefit, let us begin anew:


It was a cold day in the underground market; colder than any she could remember.



A/N: Hey kids! I'm having a lot of fun with this but it takes a lot of time to write it. Please review, it will help me move the story in a desired way. I encourage any and all reviews, love it, hate it, want to hug me, want to kill me, please review!