|The Elfin King
Author: ArcticEnderFox PM
A pedophilic demon. Based on Goethe's "Der Erlkonig"Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Parody - Chapters: 6 - Words: 1,901 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 3 - Published: 07-10-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2931562
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Okay, this time I directly quoted from the poem once. Try to find it.
"Ich liebe dich, mich reizt deine schöne Gestalt;
Und bist du nicht willig, so brauch ich Gewalt."
"Mein Vater, mein Vater, jetzt faßt er mich an!
Erlkönig hat mir ein Leids getan!"
"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, he's grabbing me now!
The Erlking has wounded me!"]
Before me stood the elf, wearing a crown and a cloak. He stood tall and graceful but his eyes were full of hatred and scorn.
"Ken," he said, making my name sound like a beautiful sin. "I have given you chances, yet you have rejected each of them."
I backed away a little. This dream was getting too real for comfort. The problem was, it was getting too un-real at the same time.
"I love you, Ken."
I froze in horror. What did he just say?
"Your beautiful form entices me."
As he spoke, all my clothes thinned to nothing, until I was naked, frozen into place before this Elfin King.
"You are not willing to come with me," he said, and his mouth cracked into a smirk. "And now, I shall use force."
He reached out to my chest, and sunk his hand through my skin and flesh. His cold fingers closed on my heart like a prison made of solid nitrogen, and crushed it.
I wanted to cry out, but I had no breath. Instead, I found myself falling backwards, into a realm of darkness where death was awaiting with its jaws wide open.
I saw a vague vision of my father, driving faster, past the speed limit, rushing me to the hospital. I saw myself on the car, fighting the air like I was possessed and wailing in a lifeless voice, "Dad…he's grabbing me…he's hurt me now!"
"No!" I screamed soundlessly, "No…"
I died in my dream under the hands of the Elfin King.
I couldn't just spoil it in the beginning:
Dem Vater grauset's, er reitet geschwind,
Er hält in Armen das ächzende Kind,
Erreicht den Hof mit Müh' und Not;
In seinen Armen das Kind war tot.
The father shudders; he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
Barely he arrives at the yard in urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.]
Author's Note: Ah, what a nice, lovely ending. Not really. I'm no sadist, but I sorta liked the ending more than any other chapter. Reviews? :D