Queen of Spades

Her black robes fluttering in the dry mid-day wind, her brownish red hair eerily still, a slanted smile on her face, she stepped into the arena. Nobody saw her, even though she stood out like a humongous shadow in the middle of the saffron sea. The Queen of Spades feasted upon hatred and walking through the blood soaked soil made her tip her head back and let out a peal of spine chilling laughter. Black smoke started curling around her. She looked around to see if anyone had seen her. Not yet. A slow gurgling noise began to rise from the spot reserved by the Foolish King to lay the first stone for his temple of doom and hatred. Panic descended upon every hatefilled soul that was present and instead of fleeing, everyone stood rooted to the ground, waiting for the black smoke that whirled around them to consume them, with dread in their eyes, knowing what is happening to them. Soul after soul, sucked out, leaving the body to crumple down like clothes. The Queen and her shadow, started growing, pleasure flashing through her body with every hateful soul she consumed. She walked towards the Foolish King. He could see her now. His eyes filled with terror. He tried to run, only to find that no matter how fast he thrashed his limbs he couldn't move. He just stood there, making a clown of himself. The Queen of Spades placed a slender finger on his cheek. He began to scream, his screams disappearing into a void. Blood as black as tar, smelling like a hundred slaughtered pigs, started running down his cheeks- like tears, from his eyes. It was a slow painful death. And once she was sated, the Queen smiled at the redder soil on the ground, clothes fluttering about in the mid-day wind.