Forgive the title, it’s nothing ominous – it’s the title of another micro story I knocked up tonight, Vows.
Here’s my sample:
Upon mastering the arts of the body – the caress of life, the fist of death – I vowed to abstain from love. From the pleasures and fragilities of the flesh.
When the Succubi horde broke through, with their bloodied swords, and taunting, ravenous sexuality, I stood alone, vowing to hunt my brothers down for their complacency. Their treachery.
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