Chapter 10: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: August 17, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

10 – Bann

The great hall was as quiet as it’d been since the party began. The masturbation music had stopped every mouth from opening, every eye from blinking. Even though disgusted, Bann had trouble turning away. He’d never seen a woman use her vagina as an instrument.

In and in and in the musician’s fingers went so that they appeared to never go out. She hummed a melody, too, alongside of her sloshing. Near the end of the performance she banged a tambourine against her hip until she orgasmed to a deafening screech.

“Excellent,” the Mystic yelled, applauding. “She never once reverted to moaning to cage our attention.”

For the sake of politeness Bann clapped, too. Though he wished to never experience another similar performance. Music wasn’t music anymore. Sex was no longer sex. Love now was imaginary.

Arkin elbowed him, winked. “Only God knows how to make a woman cum so violently, eh?”

Bann nodded, forced a smile. He wondered what music would sound like in the next decade. Perhaps some sort of censorship needed to be placed upon the masses before limits no longer existed.

The so-called musician bowed to the applause. Once the adulation settled the crowd went back to drinking, gambling, and humping. There wasn’t a single location to rest one’s gaze if they desired to view goodness. Obscenity was on every hand and tongue.

Bann leaned his mouth close to Arkin’s ear. “Your Grace, I fear Masago is becoming an ocean of amorality.” He’d worry about cleaning up his own country after he’d cleaned up all others.

Arkin slapped his stomach. “Nonsense. A lack of morals is expected from a free society. No person enjoys good acts.”

A woman who wore many necklaces and a long skirt came close. The used condoms that accessorized her belt marked her as one of the Dancers of  Paradise. They were a group of women who, through a variety of methods, entertained the nobility. It was said that they were natives of the Garden of Eden, but nobody truly believed that. Bann hoped nobody believed, anyway.

The dancer held out a tray of human arms. “Some food, my king.” Arkin took an arm, bit into it. “That’s all,” he told the woman, while the juice ran into his beard. She scurried off.  “Bann, how can you worry when you’re free?”

Suddenly sudden, food no longer looked appetizing. “Sometimes the side effects of a thing are more dangerous than the thing itself.”

Arkin continued chewing. “What is this thing you speak of?”

“I’ve heard much news through whispers, Arkin. The holes in my ears feel wider than they ever have before. This entire city reeks of mutiny.”

“Stop listening, Bann. A god cannot turn into a human. Nothing will drag me from my throne.”


“Nothing, Bann. Now come join your king in an orgy.”


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