Entry #119

Liar's Glass
by Gef Fox


The flesh of my hand sang with pain. Tendrils of smoke wafted along the bottom of the glass, as Cassidy smirked from across the dining room table. Liar's glass. I had under-estimated her.

I expected the truth elixir, but she was still new to potions. I had drank enough in my lifetime to develop an immunity, anyway. Liar's glass, though—clever girl.

"So, you did kill my parents," she said.

I shrugged her words and the lingering pain. "As well I should have, my love. So long as they lived, you would remain rotting away under their rule. And we could never be together."

Her soft blue eyes turned hard, and she rose to her feet.

"My parents were tyrants, I grant you." She walked towards me. "But, you, Allesandro . You are so much more. So much worse."

I smiled and started to rise from my chair, to meet her halfway—as I had the night I cauterized her parents from her life—but I was frozen.

"What have you done, Cassidy?" I asked, unmoving. The unseen restraints held me.

"What you wanted of me, my love. I learned. Prisoner's Throne, I believe it's called." She plucked the knife from my plate.

"Cass, please. There's another way—"

"No more lies, Allesandro. Give my regards to my mother and father."

The cut was slow and deep. My life bled away. The smoke from the Liar's glass carried me to Hell like a chariot. Clever girl.