Serpentis Family/Erik Eyolf/The Bastard Son Shall Inherit the Lands - Part I
Montijo, some years ago...
Virgin: "Why did you paint my door?"
Erik Eyolf: "I see a black door. I want to paint it red..."
A dragon could smell a virgin. And a young pure virgin was always the offering for a good Dragon. The common-folk knew the old legends. Dragon tales. And two torches were meet in the darkness: one igneous and powerful and another one trembling and hesitating. No fire could overcome the heat of Erik's voice:
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man's soul and faith
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
Erik was wearing his sacred armor. And while the fire burned out there, he brought the igneous fire inside. He was powerful, with dragon eyes and his voice was like a hot summer night. An elf more beautiful than any human or mortal. His strong hands used to wield the swords pulled the poor virgin's dress. Stripped her down before his flaming eyes.
I stuck around Sirion
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the old fat Lords
Some screamed in vain
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
The young virgin promised to the temple didn't fight. Her skin bristled and the chest sighed a moan. Strong hands have touched the warm and soft white skin. His lips tasted her neck and his mouth whispered in her ear.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name
But what's confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
With strong arms and hands he held her luscious thighs. With latent desire he took her to the table. The tongue spilled saliva and the lips shed faint kisses over her breasts.
Virgin: "Don't do it..."
A fragile appeal. And a palatable song.
Let me please introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
The hands released the male vigor. The sacred blood shed in her womb. Screams and then, the moans.
Erik Eyolf: "Show me the Goddess inside."
Virgin: "Yes... I fell!"
All the sinners are saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Erik
'Cause I'm in need of some restraint
And the wobbly legs snapped him. The invitation was accepted. And the young virgin have invited, called and claimed the presence of the enemy. The gates had been opened. The deity had been courted and taken.
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I'll lay your soul to waste...
But there was no politeness. Only a male and a female. Hungry hands and lips. Fingernails that marked the skin with crimson traces. The unmatched joy of ordinary and holy unions. The shedding of sin. The heat of unparalleled pleasure. And Erik sang that night.
She came
Blood in the roads it's up to my thigh
She came
The river runs down the legs of the land
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin'
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Blood and virility. The perfect, mysterious and blessed union. Tears of an incomprehensible and resolute love against the warrior's armor. Flow and Balance had been forgotten that night.
Tell me what's my name
Tell me can you guess my name...
The same vigorous hands stroked the maiden's face with a warm touch. He claimed his passionate tears. And with a tender kiss he say a goodbye.
In fertile fields he had been planted a seed.
