Curse Of Wine & Belladonna

Curse Of Wine & Belladonna

By:  Yara Petrichor   Completed
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Belladonna; the devil's favorite flower, a slow sentence of death. Silence, pain and insanity. Artemisia was born being the poisonous root of the family, the shadow on the wall that everyone tried not to see. A legend has fallen upon her since childhood: be loved by her and death will come to you as the poisoning by belladonna, slowly and painfully. As a way to escape from her mother's suffocating wings, Artemisia moved into her great aunt's mansion in to start over and wipe all the blood on her hands. But no matter where it is planted, a poisonous plant will always leave its trail morbid.

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77 Chapters
Prologue: Hellebore
Her parents didn't know her anymore. There weren't many people who had that bad luck, so the girl expected it to be like that anyway. Her parents, her sisters, her closest cousins, they didn't know her. Not a little bit, nothing about her. What could the girl do? There was nothing interesting to know. — On that night, when the Moon is present and when the stars carry their light, we are here to unite this couple who have been united by the Spirits of Love! She looked forward to the white marble altar decorated with a beautiful wine carpet and beautiful red carnations. A sigh came out silently from her lips as she passed the gloved fingertip over the lace of the dress. — Since the sun was present and the Moon became mother and guardian, we have all been blessed and embraced by your light and warmth! — the hand wrinkled by the priestess's age raised a crystal cup containing the red liquid of the ceremony. The butterflies surrounded the altar, doing a beautiful dance o
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Chapter 1: Belladonna's torment
Artemísia woke up again in that damn room. The walls were covered with ivy and they were moving higher, the curtains were the same as when i was awake and the only thing that differentiated was that there were only ivys, windows, curtains and the bed where Artemisia was lying. The strong smell of beladona almost intoxicated her, it was as if she was chewing on one of its poisonous fruits and enjoying her pre-mortem moment. The girl closed her eyes and put her hand on her chest feeling the fabric of the sweater she wore hours before, lace and sweat that tickled her fingers whenever she wore. She began to imagine pink butterflies or some other flower appearing in the room, wanted to be able to visualize in her mind small fairies, but the girl knew she did not have enough imagination for that. It's not like she expected much of her own dream, close to her sisters, Artemisia looked like a hollow shell. No enough talent or imagination to create your own talent, depending on the garden to
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Chapter 2: Bouquet of Hyacinths
There was no other dream after Artemisia returned to sleep, only the warm and silent darkness. In the morning he woke up with a crow pecking at the window, making the annoying sound echo through the room. With a lot of name-calling, taken directly from a tavern, the girl opened the damn window and cursed further when the animal flew away. Sighing irritated, the blonde began to take off her sweater and underwear. He didn't care much if some maid was going to show up, which was commonly happening. In the first week the girl was uncomfortable and curious as to why the maids always came into the room in the morning, sometimes Artemisia just wanted to get naked watching the sunrise. But it didn't take long to figure out it was a mansion rule. The girl didn't ask much about the rule, as her great aunt had been found in the morning. Maybe she'd be dead too. After a cold and time-consuming bath, a good makeup to hide how terrible it was, Artemisia came down to the kitchen praying that t
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Chapter 3: Something weird
Artemisia only stopped walking when the clock struck 12 times, obviously scaring her. The body hurt a little and asked for food, rest and maybe some sun. However, without employees there was no food and after the eleventh stroke she remembered that she was trying to understand why she was alone in the mansion. I couldn't call the police, because being without employees wasn't an emergency, at least they'd laugh at it and for two weeks it would become the joke of afternoon teas. She passed her hand on her little face caring if the powder came out a little or not, just closed her eyes for a few seconds and sat on the first steps of the stairs. In a few hours looking for someone, alive preferably, only showed that Artemisia was nothing more than a prey. Well, he liked that. The blonde's eyes quickly opened with thought. She had barely made a month of her move and was already starting to go crazy. Who the hell was he? — I give up — Artemisia stood up and put her hands on her hips —
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Chapter 4: Some family issues
The young woman almost ran out of the mansion after thinking about why that maid was so strange, as if something or someone pushed her from there because of those unspoken words. Making a silent prayer for the Spirits of the Houses, Artemisia almost jumped into the car. Perhaps she should not have rejected the priestess that the mother offered to protect the mansion, at that time the woman would have had a thousand realistic dreams and would have filled the mansion with protective herbs. Sometimes she wanted to beat herself up for being so rebellious.— One of the maids found something that might be interesting for you, Miss — The driver broke the silence while Artemisia looked at the trees passing like blurs — It's a diary of your great aunt, Mrs. Carmesim was a great writer.The young woman's gaze quickly rose with what the driver said, it was starting to get interesting.— My mother never commented on it —She adjusted her gloves between her fingers and sat closer to the driver's se
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Chapter 5: A Lady
Lady Montenegro's living room was considerably full. The newly maiden gave giggles as they admired the younger children of Mrs. Helton, an incredibly annoying tycoon, who once or again posed to show off their muscles under social clothing. Artemisia could see all those girls' blood on her cheeks at least two kilometers away. The older women were pampering a young woman who had recently married, and who was already with a slightly protruding belly under the dress. "It has to be a girl! You got pregnant in the waning and found out on a blood moon!" One of the women, Miss Jollyn, said excitedly her guesses to the gender of the baby. Baby girls were a gift from the Moon, especially when pregnancy is discovered during the Full Moon, which means that the blessing of the Birth Spirits is falling on the new life that will arrive in the family. Usually during the remaining six months the priestess of the house bathes daisies to the mothers, always with songs of the Mother Goddess and lettin
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Chapter 6: OLeander smell
"However, you don't know how you got here." He said, sitting facing Artemisia. He looked elegant, wearing a black hat that shadowed his face, a suit in a green so dark it could be black. He was beautiful. “As beautiful as last time”, thought Artemísia as she drank some wine. Where did the wine come from? Wasn't it afternoon tea? It didn't matter, she looked at the man who had a sharp smile while looking at her. "Should I know how I got here?” Artemisia asked, landing the cup of coffee on the bluish saucer. “Where is here? "It's a special place, you know me here." He took a piece of cake and took a bite. At that moment, Artemisia realized that it was not cake, but rather a piece of meat, raw meat. Human. "So you brought me here so you could know that I know you? "What does it matter? You don't even know what's here, how are you going to know why you're here?" The blood flowed down the corner of his lips, leaving him looking frighteningly beautiful. "I brought you for a reason, but
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Chapter 0.5: Eleutheromania
The only light that dared to enter that place was swallowed by the dense leaves of ivy. The breeze that eluded between the broken windows made a lovely noise to hear, if it was the first time listening. He remained with his eyes closed, in fact sewn by the thorns that also grew there. The devil's mouth was as sand-dried, as much as that place was as damp as a swamp. His fangs pierced their own tongues, seeking to insate with their own blood. But it wasn't enough. How many nights had passed? How many new moons? 200? No... He knew they were more, his body begged so much for blood that there could have been only 200 new moons. The ivys and thorns squeezed him like a snake hugs the prey, keeping it so helpless, without air, without movement. He hated thinking about it, hated being a prey. Ever since he stood before that damn being, he swore to himself that he would never be the prey again. I wouldn't dare be the one who hid when the fatherly light of the sun gave way to the moon, it w
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Chapter 7: Delirium
Artemisia's body froze completely while listening to her great aunt's name. She genuinely hoped that after so many months of death the woman's name would be forgotten at the bottom of the gossip chest that the city certainly had. As much as it had been a few weeks, her great-aunt's body was almost becoming a clotter of bones and elegant clothes, people kept talking about her and her great-niece. That town just couldn't forget Delfine Carmesim."What do you want to talk about Delfine? — asked Artemísia trying to ignore the shadows that came back to dance. This time, they would tat around the maiden and make jokes for the widows.The feeling of something being terribly wrong grew every moment when the young woman tried to ignore what was happening. Maybe if she ignored those hallucinations, at one point they'd get tired of jumping and dancing. In addition to the unbearable music that was getting tattooed on her mind. She was about to implore the Spirits of Rest to do something to stop h
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Chapter 8: Undead
The blonde genuinely didn't know if she laughed at that moment. Just stared at Leonore's face still astonious by what the woman had just said. Dead, how could she be? Artemisia remembered many things in her life and none of them was of a possible death. She remembered the death of his grandparents, remembered the first time one of her pets died, remembered the time she had fallen in love with her classmate and he also died months after a "dating" child. She also remembered her father's death perfectly. Artemisia remembered many deaths, often dragging her morbid veil wherever she went, but none of those memories were of her death. She didn't know Leonore, there was no simple memory of bumping into the girl in twenty-two years of life. It didn't seem to make sense that the redhead was telling her the truth, but there was no reason for her to decide to lie either. Actually, nothing made sense. From the night crows to the bouquets that appear and mysteriously disappear, nothing more matc
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