Witchblade Fanfiction - Introduction
#9 of Television/Film Fanfiction
This is the introduction to a Witchblade fanfiction Tricia asked me to write. It's going to be based on the anime adaptation of the franchise, but with less of a heart to it and more of a smut focus. Sometimes, it's fun just to have fun and write something dirty, and that's what this project will be, once more of it is actually written.
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Carnal desires--the original sin that exists in so many living things. So many species live by the will alone of the two competing drives of sex and death. No matter what philosophy they ascribe to, all living things are driven by a desire for one or the other, and as one grows in power, so does the other. This is the nature of all things, from the simplest protozoa to the most complex of organisms.
Humans--they think themselves above such trivial things, and yet the most powerful among them bask in the glory of the death that they cause. Even the lowliest feels the thrill of destruction, of snuffing out the last light of an enemy and knowing that it is they who survive and not their foes.
They can lie to themselves if they want. They can think their existence in their earth is divine mandate and preparation for a greater calling, but for those of us who exist beyond their petty mortal coil, we laugh at their misfortune. For, what is it that they are but murderers and sluts. Killing, destroying, consuming, fornicating--FUCKING.
The desires aren't even like that of animals. They are worse than that--degenerate hunters of the night, taking all pleasure as their own! And that is what makes these slatterns the perfect daughters of the lust I want to spread.
And the best part is that the humans, the so-called children of the Most High, are well aware of their sin. They have eaten from the Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, and they destroy themselves because they fucking love to do it!
Nothing proves that more than the Witchblade, the weapon that would have led humanity to its ultimate awakening, if not for the selfish desires of one slut, thinking she could become like the Almighty. Like most creatures, the temptation of power was too great for her, and she used that power. And from her descendants arose other skanks and bimbos lining up to taste what they so desperately desired but could never have. And each one would plunge their blade into the enemy, even as the Witchblade itself plunged itself into her.
Even the most saintly of users devolved upon bonding with it, letting their truth and selfish self emerge, exposing her body like the cum-craving piece of meat that she is. And all around her would be a trail of bodies. Over her breasts pour beautiful rivulets of blood and jizz.
It is most satisfying to see humanity fall to its basest of desires, especially those who claim to be the most virtuous. Each kill is a step closer to my embrace. They will become my army of whores, content only to kill when the final day comes, and the gates of the underworld unleash.
Forget the fruit of knowledge. This weapon is the true seed of the fall. It continues to corrupt throughout history, and it continues to spread misery and death past those first fleeting moments of ecstasy. The screams of sheer terror as a slut who thought she was a queen reaches the end of her life, her lifeforce spent and her body discarded like a used condom, is the most beautiful sound in all of eternity.
And it isn't as if humanity hasn't been cultivating a perfect breeding pool for more violence and more hedonism. As the centuries pass, and society continues to pretend it is a pretty princess instead of the whore of a mother that it is, there come places that call to the blade like a bitch in heat, enticing it with an orgy of sin and decadence.
That time is now, in the early 21st century, by humanity's reckoning. The place? A city known as Miami, a sun-bleached stain of drugs and sin and crime and horniness. Beneath every one living, someone is waiting to rut and fuck. They need the correct motivation to get themselves going.
The worst among them are the so-called ladies of the bustling nightlife of the city. The battles they wage are with sex, not just with their bodies, but with the very idea of their bodies. Never before have such sluts been able to parade themselves publicly on places where many congregate as they have been on the Internet. Social media has become their gateway for seizing their desires and for grabbing their hapless victims, dragging them, kicking and screaming, into the maw of hell and my embrace.
I watch this all, for I am the will of the Witchblade. I am the darkness that seeks to grow and to destroy. I am the very reflection of that which I both hate and love. My brides shall become ever more potent and burn out the world.
Because now, humanity, so far contends to be my plaything, now see myself as their plaything. They take the blade into their study. They try to understand something older than them by a magnitude that their minds could never comprehend; as their eyes stare into the abyss, what they could see is only the reflection of themselves.
And they do not run in terror. Instead, they seek me out. They seek a way to control me. They seek the power they can never hope to wield without compromising everything they believe themselves to be.
Yes... this time is the time, again. Humanity has once again ripened itself to full maturity, and soon, there shall be born one that will wield the Witchblade--the ultimate whore daughter of generations of whores. Through her whoresome ways, she will usher in a new era of darkness. And in the trail of slaughter and mayhem, the loathsome creatures who became slaves to their bodies will be sent to the deepest pits, where I shall satisfy myself upon their sweating, heaving bodies until there is nothing left but an eternity of holes to fill my desires.