A Lullaby For Others - An ABDL Novel -- (Author) kik91

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Author: kik91
Timestamp: Mar 23, 2014 at 4:36 AM
Content: I know, I know, I just posted a story and now I'm posting another. But this one was too awesome to leave behind! Tell me what you think, and enjoy! It's just the Prologue but I think it's interesting. Maybe it needs some work but hey, I'm not perfect!

A Lullaby For Others

By

Alessandro Lira

Prologue
“Tell Me, Mechanist”
It could be smelled in the air.

The stench of destruction and death was nauseating; the feeling of desolation was overwhelming. The power of Darkness was there, mocking them as they were facing their last stand. The Mechanist was facing him, a lonely warrior that was going strong and yet, feeling weak. It was the truth, a dichotomy of sorts, it was the darkest moment in his life, he was really scared and yet he had to show bravery.

The panorama was sad. Corpses all the way, fallen Machinas and no other way to escape but facing the responsible for the evil that ruled the world and turned it into the grimmest place. The skies were dark with smoke and dark clouds. There was an understanding that nothing would go their way. The Vultures were defeated, but none of them would regret their actions. They were going to fight until the very end.

“So, the last Vulture,” said the Mechanist as he stood there with his weapons aimed at him. “I wonder how I should kill you, by slowly torturing and forcing you to watch the death of your loved ones…or give you a quick and swift death. It’s a hard choice, and the more I think of it, the more I think that mercy is not my style.”

He closed his eyes. He was trembling, wearing his uniform with pride. “I’m…I’m going to stand whatever you have in store for me. I’m the last Vulture, as you said…and I think I’m going to endure the pain in order to honor her…in order to honor him…and them…”

The Mechanist stared at him. “You’re a fool, you are all. But in order to cleanse the world from vermin, I must finish you off.”

He laughed a bit. “Cleanse the world? No matter what you do, there will be always more like me that stand against your wicked system. I don’t care if you kill me, because I know others like us will rise. We’re Others…we’re Vultures…and our lullaby will be heard forever.”

“Your ideals…are worthy of applause, but foolish nonetheless,” said the Mechanist with a smile as he stepped forward. His bald head reflecting the dark sun that was above. His eyes, filled with blackness, were strangely showing emotion. And it was rare, because the Mechanist never showed emotion.

The warrior closed his eyes. “I’m going to welcome death gladly, just to make sure my people go on freely. Tell me, Mechanist…is it true? Does none of this bother you?”

With a smirk, the Mechanist raised a sword that was glowing red with fire and evil. “Just tell me, what are you? What makes you a Vulture? What is it that makes you different from the Race of Machinas? I was always curious to know what my biggest nuisance was.”

“I’m insane. I’m free. I’m unbound,” said the young warrior with a smile as he looked at his enemy. “I’m an infantilist.”