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Sea, Foam and Dust

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own The Little Mermaid and I’m not making any money here either. Well, technically, this isn’t The Little Mermaid. It is my rendition of the whole thing from a darker, more homosexual point of view. Hell, it could be called The Little Merman. Hell, I might even work next on Beauty and the Queer, The Lion Queen, or The Swan Fag. Hey! It’s okay. I’m gay. I can say that word. Only gay people are allowed to say that word just like black people are only allowed to say the N word. Well, yeah, you can say faggot, just don’t let me hear you. The last person who called me that met some mace and my heel across his pimply face in a graceful roundhouse kick. And when he screamed, I sprayed him in the mouth just for good measure because I’m thorough that way. I’ve been told in good humor that I fight dirty and without honor. That’s okay. I’m not Japanese. Honor is for people who always die at the end of the movie. At the end of my movie, I’m the one looking down from my gleaming ivory tower, laughing maniacally, scorching the invading army to ashes with my giant magnifying glass that is powered by all my evil wishes and darkest desires.

Summary: A young merman falls deeply in love with a handsome Two-Leg whom he saves from a terrible storm. But, a much darker, more twisted being feeds on the pain of love denied. MM, Language, OC, Violence, WIP

Chapter One

I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is broken

--Pink

Coeur swam deep down through timeless abyss, shimmering and shining with ageless splendor. His long locks floated, billowing about his brilliant face with the dancing grace of pale white foam of the ocean.

The great palace gleamed before him. Glossy towers carved from molten pearl and gems from every dream spiraled upwards through the shadowy depths. Golden and ruby coral sparkled in every garden.

“Ah, Le Coeur De La Mer,” a soft, bubbling voice laughed with surprised glee. “How was your trip Above?”

His older sister surrounded him like playful dolphins, touching and tickling him with their long fingers. They would always surround him like this, so he couldn’t escape from their smothering affections.

“It was amazing,” he told them with a white smile. “The silver pearl was just as beautiful as you said it would be. It was so round and bright.”

“Your glow is different,” the oldest of the six sisters said, suddenly stating the obvious. “You look…brighter than before.”

Coeur lowered his eyes. “Perhaps I’m merely having another beauty spurt.”

All the sisters but the eldest squealed with laughter, telling him that he if he got any more beautiful their wouldn’t be a trident big enough to beat all the mermaids off him. It caused him to smile. There would be no worries about that.

Suddenly the depths rumbled and all seven royals turned to the shining palace.

“Coeur,” a deep and booming voice called in an authoritative manner from the majestic structure. “Come to me, my son.”

The oldest of the Sea King’s daughters looked at him with those glowing amber eyes of hers. “Father has been…distraught since you ascended to the World Above The Blue.” She reached out, tickling his tail with worry. “Did something happen while you were Above, Coeur?”

He quickly thought of Andrew, Prince of the Two-Legs, and his luminous flesh shimmered even more brilliantly than it ever had been before. His sisters had to squint their lovely eyes, floating back from him.

“Coeur!” The deep voice of his father bellowed like a tidal wave. “Do not dawdle like a lame orca!”

“Nothing happened,” he lied, giving his tail a swift flick, darting towards the palace like a shark.

~*~

Mara, eldest of the Sea King’s seven children, watched her little brother swim off with an expression of deepest concern on her bewitching face. Her silent heart hammered in her breast, paining her.

Her five sisters were chattering amongst themselves, happy that their little brother had returned safely and looking so much more beautiful than ever.

“Coeur,” she whispered like the softest of underwater currents, swimming back from her sisters. “He has fallen in love.”

“What did you say, sister?” The blond named Brilla asked. “Did you whisper?”

She knew that glow and the pain it would soon bring to him. She kept the pearls from falling from her eyes, for she to had longed for a Two Leg, once above a time.

She had yet to get over her heartache. It was why her glow was so pale compared to all others. They had all just assumed she had forsaken the path of finding a life-partner for the study of magic. None knew nothing about the terrible ordeal she had faced in the World Above The Blue. How could they? They were all courting fellow Mers. Two-Legs were of little interest to them.

I have to protect him from this. He is so small and young. His kindness and light will blind him to the dangers.

Two-Legs were selfish and hateful creatures. From her studies, she now knew that if a Two-Leg were to eat the flesh of a Mer, time would forever be stopped for them. They would live forever, never knowing Death. That was why she hated and loathed Two-Legs. That was why she would never again return to the World Above The Blue.

It was all because of that female Two-Leg. She had been so beautiful and highly intelligent. The loathsome bitch had come upon her while she had been basking on a rock, combing her hair with a comb made from solid pearl. She had been charming and very lovely, having her come back for a visit to that shore everyday. She knew she had been breaking rules, but didn’t care.

Her name had been Lillana and she was a Two-Leg witch. Her red hair had shimmered in the sunlight like blazing fire. She had fallen in love with her mind and exquisite beauty.

The Two-Leg’s beauty had lured her closer and closer with silky flesh and sweet words. It had all been poison.

“Give me your flesh!” The redhead had shrieked like a harpy, rushing into the waves for her with a gleaming silver blade held high. “Give me eternal life!”

The waves had smacked the harpy, sending her flying backwards onto the shore, where she laid crumpled in the sand. She called up the waves with a mournful note, having them carry her quickly back out to the safety of the deep ocean. She had cried and screamed, swearing to never love again.

“I’m going to go rest,” she told her sisters. “I will see you all later.”

She darted off without saying another word to them. At least they could be happy. She wouldn’t allow her little brother to wind up like her or the older sibling she was never supposed to ever mention. That tragedy would never be healed. Coeur was simply too fragile. He was too kind and trusting. He wouldn’t survive betrayal.

~*~

Coeur floated before the great golden throne in which his father was seated upon. His timeless face gazed down upon him with no emotion at all. Those eyes were deeper and darker than swimming through any abyss.

“So,” his father said, cocking his head to the side, blinking only once. “What did you think of their world, my son?”

What? There wasn’t going to be any welcome back, or happy to see you, my son? He kept his face just as blank as well.

“I thought it wonderful,” he told this father.

Those black eyes narrowed and the deep rumbled just a little.

“Wonderful?”

He nodded his head. “The sky mirrored the ocean, the sand was so warm, and the silver pearl was very beautiful.”

His father sat up in a swift motion. “You left the safety of the waves?”

Coeur floated slightly back. “I was…curious. I had a Chirper keep a lookout for Two-Legs and the waves would never let anything happen to me.”

“Two-Legs are dangerous!” His father bellowed, causing the currents in the palace to boom. “I told you not to leave the safety of the waves! What if you had been captured? What if…”

“I’m sorry,” Coeur quickly said, lowering his head. “I promise to never do it again, Father.”

“You’re right you will never do it again!” His father snapped angrily. His long, dark hair was billowing about his severe face like seaweed seeking to strangle anything swimming within it. “If you can’t follow my commands, then you will never go to the surface again!”

Coeur glanced up with wet and hurt eyes. “I’m sixteen!” He yelled at his father. “I’m not a little minnow anymore!”

“Then stop acting like one!” His father yelled right back, rising off his throne. “If you can’t follow rules then you will be treated like a minnow!”

Coeur narrowed his eyes.

“And don’t you dare look at me with those eyes like that!” His father hissed like a deep fissure that was cracking and opening along the seafloor. “If you so much as try to leave the palace gardens, the currents will sweep your little tail right back to this chamber so fast you’ll be seasick green for seven tides.”

“Would you please quit bellowing at the boy for one minute?” An irate voice asked, sounding bored and put out. “Can’t you see the coral reef you’re building between the two of you?”

His father’s jaw dropped. It was Mommy.

“Every time you open that mouth, Aquarius,” she said, swimming in, looking very beautiful and just as glacial. “I see that reef getting higher and higher around you. Pretty soon the boy won’t even try to swim over it.”

“Hi, Mommy,” Coeur whispered.

“Do not speak!” Neptune thundered. “And you need to stay out of this.”

“Who gave birth to him?” His mother asked.

“Don’t start that again!” His father snapped. His voice quickly turned to a mournful beg because of the look she graced him with. “Please, Calypso?”

His mother had swam out from behind the throne. She would do that all the time when his father was reprimanding someone whom she felt he was being unfair with. It was a symbol, letting all know who the real power behind the throne was.

“Why do you treat him like this?” Calypso asked, putting her hands on her scaly hips. “Are you trying to…”

“ENOUGH!” His father yelled, rising up, growing in sudden height and rage. “You will not speak of that time,” he pointed. “While he is in our presence!”

Coeur trembled as his father vented his rage for the whole kingdom to hear. All the Mers would probably be thinking, “What has that little shrimp done now? Why can’t he be more like his sisters? They’re such good little girls. Why can’t he simply be a good little boy who knows how to obey? He’s nice enough, but has that wild streak in him.”

“Quit treating him like he’s an object!”

“Mind your own business, merbitch!”

“He is my business, you tsunami farter!”

“He’s mine!”

“Oh, shut up!”

“Where did he go?”

Coeur swam even faster. He didn’t even want to look at his father. He was tired and just didn’t care.

“You’re stupid voice chased him away!”

“Why won’t you just die?”

“Because you’re still here!”

He rolled his eyes. It was like this almost every other tide. His father was always picking at him, always finding something wrong with him.

He wasn’t big enough. He wasn’t strong enough. He wasn’t smart enough. He didn’t know how to follow rules.

“He looks so much like you, it makes me sick!”

“Is that jealousy I hear, dear?”

Oh, how could he forget? He was beautiful instead of handsome. His father would never let him hear the end of that. He ranted about that all the time.

Now he was really frightened of his father. What would he do if he found out that he was in love with a handsome, male Two-Leg prince?

Every underwater volcano would erupt, boiling the entire ocean away. That’s what would happen. Then his father would blame that on him as well.

“What in the seven oceans possessed me to ever mate with you?”

“You’re male ego.”

“SILENCE!”

“OH, MAKE ME, POSEIDON!”

Please, Coeur silently begged, swimming as quickly as he could to escape the voices. Please give me the means to escape this world.

At least his mother stuck up for him. But, what had she been talking about. He had never seen his father get so angry before. Had his father treated someone else like he was now being treated by him? What had she been talking about?

“COEUR!” His father bellowed. “COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT! I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU!”

“GO TO BED, YOU OLD FOOL!” His mother shouted, causing the palace to rumble just as violently. Fish and servants were swimming all over the place.

“Coeur?” A voice whispered.

He turned. “Mara…”

His oldest sister waved for him to follow her. “I need to speak with you.”

He looked back towards the throne room where he could hear things being broken and quickly followed after her.

~*~

Molten amethyst eyes blinked in the blinding darkness as a very beautiful face was illuminated by a pale flame. A deep chuckle seemed to make the dismal abyss in which he lived an even colder place.

Chagrin, oldest spawn of the King and Queen of the Sea, exiled and all alone in the deep, left to his own dark devices. Like his terrible beauty, his powers were just as twisted.

He gazed into the glowing bubble, watching his little brother being led by his little sister to some secret hideaway. Oh, how he loathed them.

Mara was studying magic like he had done and therefore could be a threat to him. Coeur was a threat, just because he was male. Only a male could take the Throne of Mer. His other five siblings were fools and were of no threat to him at all. They were too concerned with how they looked and what the latest fashion in shells were to be much of a bother to him and his plans.

He had hoped that little storm he had made would have killed his little brother, but it had failed. He could manipulate the sea, but not like his all-powerful father could. The sea had fought him and it had fought him hard.

“Why do you love him so much?” He had screamed at the ocean, clawing and hissing with rage. “Why do you not love me as well? I am the oldest! I am the oldest male heir! You are mine! You belong to me!”

Le Coeur De La Mer, he seethed. The Heart Of The Ocean. Mother named you well. Oh, how I hate you. You and your stupid voice.

Like his little brother, he to had fallen in love with a handsome Two Leg male. But, his father had followed him one tide, finding out his secret. He had been trapped within a flowing whirlpool, while he had watched his father kill his lover. Roderick had been torn apart and fed to sharks before his horror-filled eyes.

He threw his head back, howling with madness at the memory, laughing pure venom. He had cursed his father, forsaken his home, leaving everything but the pain. He then placed a spell upon himself, cutting out his own beating heart, that way he would never again feel the pangs of love. His mind and body was hate, filled with enmity. He reveled in the pains and the sorrows of others, feasting upon it, growing ever stronger from within the Heart of Darkness. He had given his bruised, bleeding, and battered heart for power.

He began to laugh even more.

“Follow them,” he commanded his minions as he gazed into the glowing bubble. “I want to hear and see everything they do.”

If you want to leave this world so badly, little brother, I’ll help you with that. I’ll bathe in your sorrow, wash with your pain, and drink your agony with glee.

He put the back of his palm to his mouth, laughing, causing ice to form from the high ceiling of the crystal cave.

What was Mara going to do?

Is she going to tell him about me and what I went through? Is that what she’s going to do?

Oh, he hoped so.

Then the little fool will think himself just like me. He will come to me, thinking I will be his friend.

His laughter turned into wild screams as he began breaking things all around him.

“Come to me, Le Coeur De La Mer!” He shouted, smashing his fist through a chained up Shark’s skull, pulling it free from its twitching body, licking the gore from his bone-white flesh. “I’ll tear out your heart and eat it!”

He was suddenly silenced by distorted whisperings from within the bubble on the altar of carved jet.

“Master,” the twin voices slithered and hissed. “We are here…”

“Good, very good,” he said, simmering down. “Let us watch and listen.”

His violet eyes shimmered with vengeful heat as he watched the two figures within. If his little brother were to get the chance to grow older in years, his beauty would far outshine his own. That was only another good reason why he shouldn’t be allowed to exist. The Throne of Mer would be his and none would be more beautiful than he.

He listened with pointy ears, grinning with razor sharp fangs that could snap bone in two.

To Be Continued.

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Flora.
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