Cinderella Happily Ever After.

"Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?" Job 38:17

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Cinderella was exhilarated.

After much ordeal, She tied the knot with Prince Charming and had just spent their nuptial night months ago. She could vividly remember everything and how it unfolded.

The warm breeze of summer. The crisp humid air of the palace. The jerking of the bed. The birds and the bees.

"What a night it was!", she giggled, almost dreamily, as she recounted the night's events again. "If only he was here now."

She dearly missed her Prince. With the fairy godmother's disappearance after her "happily ever after", the Prince was really the only one in her life. She loved him so dearly, his ivory white skin, his lush blond hair, his charming smile, his deep blue eyes. To her, he was the incarnation of Adonis itself, the epitome of beauty. Some may say her love was to the point of obsessiveness. But love it was.

Pure ardent love.

Cinderella giggled, seemingly dazed, again at the thought of her beloved prince. "Oh when will my Dear come back?"

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Prince Charming had left the country on a diplomatic mission to nearby kingdoms, in order to persuade and mediate an alliance amongst the great nations of the land. It had been two months ago, when Cinderella, all teary and sniffing, bade him au revoir at the Palace Gates.

At that point, she did notice something wrong with the Gates. As though the Sun in high noon cast a menacing shadow. Something that stirred the depths of her heart. But she ignored it. But stayed the shadow did. Akin to an omen.

She struggled to forget about it.

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Prince Charming was guilty.

He had betrayed her wife's trust only few weeks after their marriage and holy vows.

The solemn promises of faithfulness. Broken like fallen glass.

He had fallen prey to hedonism and lust. The pursuit of happiness in its basic, carnal form.

"Oh how am i going to face Cinderella?", he groaned.

He was lonely. After a month in a harsh foreign land, even dignified souls could crumble and scatter to the darkness, lost to the winds. Politics was tough business to the Prince. He was simply not cut out for it. He was stressed and about to collapse from his failures in negotiation.

She was there for him. His maidservant.

The only familiar face amongst the court intrigue and politics he was entwined in.

Her comforts and whispers were what kept him going. Her soft touch and words of encouragement was what fueled his soul.

He tried to resist, but succumb he did,

To the carnal pleasure and sins of Man.

As the shadows of high noon watched on.

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Cinderella was worried. Her prince had not returned in two months. She decided against warning to embark on a search for her dear beloved.

Past the gates. The sun hung high as noon approached, and that ominous shadow loomed above Cinderella. But she ignored it. She was only keen on finding her prince.

Her prince.

She reached the neighbouring kingdom in due time.

Past the doors and corridors of an unfamiliar palace.

Past the guards and maids.

Outside of the Prince's door.
Only to hear moans. cries of ecstasy.

To see her Adonis become an animal.

An animal she had not seen since their nuptial night.

Except.

She was not the mate.

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Cinderella gloated, her face contorted.

Her eyes were manic globes of crimson red.

Bloodstained dress,

shivering hands.

giggles more. "Oh when will my dear come back."

"My dear belongs only to me."

She dropped the fruit knife, now caked with red liquid.

Then she burst into more laughter. This time riddled with insanity.

In the vicinity, a maid (or what remains of the maid) laid in an impossible position. Legs bent at awkward angles, stab wounds at every major tendon. Headless.

She jumped onto the bed, embracing a bloodied lifeless doll. Cuddled it. Kissed it. Played with it.

Void of expression, it lay cold, dead.

A lifeless doll of ivory white skin, lush blond hair and blue eyes.

The Sun hung high up in the sky, as the shadows of death covered the foreign palace.

Cinderella giggled, seemingly dazed, again at the thought of her beloved prince. "Oh when will my Dear come back?"


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And it went happily ever after.


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I know this story sucks. i wrote it on a whim and half asleep okay?