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 would no longer be the frightened rabbit.That day, where the fallen being laughed over him, letting blood and saliva bathe his face, entering his wounds. That day he had promised that he would be the one who made the weakest hide, it would be the shadow that no light could illuminate. He'd be the fear that killed him.But it was so ridiculous, he was trapped like a caterpillar before he became a butterfly. The thorns kept their eyes closed, hugged his body, and pierced his limbs. There was no way to move, the only thing he could do was listen to the damn sound of the leaves.His blood had stop dripping many moons before. The headage began to corrode his body slowly, first it was that irritating discomfort, then the blood itself could not leave his mouth moist, then the tears of despair began to fall. He didn't want to cry, he didn't want to give that taste of having become the prey again, but his body and his mind were already different things.When the tears dried up, the time came for supplications and screams, begging for a single drop of blood. He screamed until he felt he had hurt his vocal cords, screamed until he couldn't scream anymore.After the screams, he accepted that he would no longer leave that place. So he just waited for death in silence, not wanting to give any more spectacle to the audience.Since then, mortal silence has been his only companion. The unconscious desire that keeps him alive. The gentle noise of the ivys was his watch, the way in which the gentle footsteps of the animals awakened him when it was night. But that didn't stop him from getting lost in his own perspective of life. At some point he hadn't remembered how many days or nights he was there.A miserable life. In fact, a miserable existence.Life was filled with memories, beings, light and, especially, life. The demon had become a mere part of that garden, something that would die by the plants and reborn from the ashes like them. He wasn't anybody anymore, he didn't even remember his own name.In what the devil remembered to be the early years, there was a useless word game he had created to remember who he was. Before the sea corrupt what was left of his soul, he remembered how to make his name come out. Before the thorns sew his eyelids, he counted how many times he saw the faint sunlight enter there.There was someone for him, that he remembered. He remembered why the lack of memory was uncomfortable, as if he lacked the most important part of his servant, as if, when he was still alive, he had forgotten how to breathe. That lack was more uncomfortable than the hours hugging his body, the blood his body lacked was nothing close to that lack of memory.Most of the time, the devil tried not to remember it, because it came from a strange memory, even though he didn't know it was. A laugh came into his mind, as sweet as the smell of lavender. The brightness of the sun became a strong memory too, even though he didn't understand why.It hurt him to agony, it hurt not to remember that memory. It hurt him more than forgetting his own name, that memory was more precious than that. That's why he hated remembering the lack of memory.With an almost non-existent sigh, the demon tried to drag his consciousness away from lost memories, bitter laughter, and the prison he was in. It was enough for him not to know how to stop there, sticking more worry into his idle mind was as useful as biting his own tongue in search of blood.What a miserable existence.He could almost see before him the monster who corrupted him too, laughing and letting the poison fall wherever he passed. When was it again? Not too close to being a healing wound, but to think it was so far away was also uncomfortable.A grunt came out of the demon's dry lips. Another pointless concern, what's the point of knowing when it was when you don't know when you're?"The garden is beautiful, isn't it?"The voice that echoed through the garden made the demon's body feel prepared to attack. He almost groaned with satisfaction at such a feeling come back to the fore, but the ivys rushed and hugged his body more forcefully."Don't feel so ashamed." With a cruel laugh, the person approached with noisy footsteps "I just came to ask you for my favor in return, I don't think you forgot that."The demon laughed, hoarsely and painfully, but the sound impressively came out like a laugh."You don't remember, how lovely to know that" The person got closer and he can feel a soft and warm hand touching his face.That simple gesture made the forgotten memory come back, and he wanted to die with it."Your crime has already been paid. Well, in parts." With a quick movement the person pulled the thorns that were over the demon's eyes.He felt the dry skin breaking, the noise seemed like a walk in any park during the autumn. One of his eyes was stuck in the thorns, that was the first thing he saw before he felt the thick, cold liquid dwinden through his body."I will give you a name," The demon raised his face, seeing a woman with long black hair falling from the side of her body "If you behave, I will return to you who you are. Completely, I will give you back to yourself."The woman's face seemed something still in time, not so young and not so old. The image of beauty, the representation of the Mother.The demon looked around, seeing the dim light that appeared to be from the Sun, but it was nothing like that. From a distance he could feel that it was a cold light, but not pure like that of the Moon. The ivys continued the same way they always were, the thorns were still brown."Welcome to the surface of life again, demon." With a sign with their hands, three young women in similar robes approached. The smell of life has eroded his body, and the ivys have moved again "Take good care of him, darlings, he's a very sweet pet."The woman smiled and began to walk towards the door of that place. After so many years the devil could not explain to himself why it was not a garden, where the sunlight and the noises of nature came from?He wanted to ask her, that woman knew the answer to all that, and it was probably a certainty.Slowly the young women, who he eventually recognized as priestess, began to sing and the ivys and thorns slowly loosened. First the demon could move his fingers and toes, then he was able to raise his arms and eventually fell to the ground. Feeling the pathetic weakness of his body."Enjoy your dinner, αиєτняα."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
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
What's it really about having the name? Be a person? Being able to walk in the moonlight and the sunlight, run through a green field or through the cold concrete roads of the cities, what is it? How to know if we're really alive and breathing, pulsing, decomposing, recreating. How do we know? Everything was and is a breath, that moment that passes without anyone at least noticing. Why was everything like this? The demon looked up at the sky, capturing every moment he could keep in his mind that he would live for hundreds of years. Counting, and recounting, slowly how many stars could save.What was freedom? Count stars sitting in a mausoleum? Below his line of sight, there were people partying whatever was important to humans. The demon didn't call, it would soon pass and everything would come back the same boring calm as before. And then he would look back at the sky and count the stars again. Consequently it would get lost during the process and start over and over and over again.
Artemisia finished combing her hair as she looked out her bedroom window. I thought a little bit about what had happened hours before, all that confusion at the afternoon tea at the Montenegro house, the hallucinations and those beings of the shadows. Just remembering all the pain she felt, the glass seemed to relive that nightmare. Grabbing a red ribbon, the girl began braiding her blonde locks looking at the dark, slightly transparent blue sweater she had left in the front chair. The cold breeze came through the window, dancing on the bare, moist skin of Artemisia. She was supposed to get dressed soon, but the idea of moving was terribly boring, so she just started braiding the other side of her hair as she looked out the window. The young woman remembered what had happened before they left Leonore's house. The letters the redhead had delivered to Artemisia were still stored in her coat, a piece the driver had taken to her at the Nyx propiety."Let the devil accompany you from afa
When Artemisia woke up, her body hurt like it was thrown down the stairs. The cold dominated her room, even though after taking a look around the room he did not notice any of the three open windows. She thought about going back to sleep, as the sunlight had barely begun to paint the clouds.Then, turning her face on the soft pillow, Artemisia tried to go back to sleep."No, no, no!” A thick voice almost screamed, scaring the young woman if she wasn't so tired. A cold hand held her face and patted the girl on the cheek. "You're not even crazy to go back to sleep! Open your eyes, Absinthe!”Artemisia felt like lightning had struck her body, causing her heart to almost leap from her chest. In one jump the young woman sat on the bed, feeling the energy running through each part gave body and mind. She turned her face seeing Geon sitting next to her, with a slightly rabid frown and a blue suit so rich that she looked like a baron."Do you know how hard it was to get in here?! You look awf
As she dipped in the huge bathtub near the room, Artemísia watched every stain and bruise. The bite marks ranged from the ankle to the wrist, it was almost entirely purple and greenish. When she moved too fast, even if minimally, the young woman's eyes darkened, it caused her to take even longer to take off her clothes and get into the bathtub. By the time she did, the water was already cold, but she didn't care.She passed the soap carefully, it seemed that at any strength could tear out a piece of her skin, besides the fact that the bruises and bites alot. The hair was embarrassed like the squirrel's nest in the fall, but after getting to comb, it looked softer and brighter than before. Besides shining like snow, it was whiter. That scared Artemisia a little.After being in the water long enough for the skin to become wrinkled, Artemísia wore the whole black ensemble as the night, the only thing that stood out were the turquoise gloves that reached close to the girl's shoulders. Whe
Breakfast went surprisingly well. Once Artemisia slammed the book into Geon's forehead, there was no going back to the little chaos that had been brewing before. The demon looked at her as he toyed with one of the cookies the goat maid had brought, the demon's eyes were fully directed at her, not wanting to miss any measly movement from Artemisia.This was starting to get uncomfortable. The young woman knew she was beautiful, the fact that her hair was as light as a ray of sunlight was what caught her most attention, however, she had already gotten used to it as the years passed. And people didn't tend to look at her either as if she were the last meal they would have on earth, the thing that would satisfy the hunger of the person who imprisoned her with their eyes. The way Geon looked at her was a little scary.“Umn... So... What makes me so... appetizing to demons? Like, is everyone going to feel like eating me?” Artemisia asked as she flipped through a random book on Delfine's shelf
Geon looked at Artemisia as she raved again. The girl writhed and cried tears so dark that the demon could see stars shining in them, the cries of pain were somewhat disturbing, nor Leonore creating a magical field so that it did not scare the children.Soon, the demon saw the younger Nyx coming down the stairs. The child had the fire hair so the mother, and as she had explained how clan distinctions occur. Even though he had been with the Nyx for less than a year, Geon realized that the genetics of that family, in relation to the heirous witches, were incredibly strange. Ury, as the demon called the little girl, was only a few months old, but appeared to be a two or three-year-old baby. She went down the stairs with the delicacy of a kitten while scratching her eyes and muttering "Maman", that was enough for any hunger to disappear from the demon. When the baby finished going down the steps, she approached her mother, who was trying to reverse Artemisia's state of hallucination. In