"Once and again there was a woman, that said to me. This woman loved everything very much, loved everything. She loved the land she lived in, loved her house, loved her husband, loved the child she carried in her belly. She just didn't love not being able to do anything, not being able to fulfill the dreams she had lived in her womb for the longest time. She was young, but she lived in such misery."Artemisia had lost her hunger, seeing Geon made the fact that she would have to become a cannibal come back so hard that she felt slapstruck. So it just went towards the garden, obviously with a demon occupying the place of her shadow."Did you know that in the old day people believed that children came from the stars?" Geon asked as he looked up at the sky as clear as a candle."No" Artemísia responded in a tone that meant she wanted to stay in hers, watching the flowers that were born slowly.She heard the demon sigh loudly, but did not protest her decision. The two continued to
"Then the woman began to shed her own blood on the earth."The two arrived at a house that is so hidden between the walls and shops that if Geon hadn't explained to her that the restaurant was hidden by magic, the girl would be a little scared to have been taken to that end of the world. She still felt some of the pain she had experienced in the mansion garden, the urge to cry until her eyes fell was there, buried between her bones. But i was in public and with the makeup ready, I could cry at another time. She had learned one thing from all the hell that lived in mom's house: no matter how fucked up you are, always be elegant. Not elegant for society, elegant to yourself, there are already too many problems for you to care what others think. Then she started following it to the letter, even if they resulted in maids talking about a ghost who lived in the Noctavia attic.Geon got out of the car and opened the door for her with a shadow. She laughed when she heard the scream of a
"One day in your gaze I intend to live; Enjoy your love and all that you have to offer; I want to be the one to whom you will ask for lap, love and understanding; I will love you with all the intensity of my soul until the day I die, Then I'll dig up your corpse and make you dance with me at night; My body will be yours and your soul will belong to me, so that then never abandon me."She'd been a fever, she'd been delirious for at least two days, delirious like a drunk thrown the moths. The tears that flowed down her face were the only evidence that she was just delirious, when she saw those headless or deformed things entering the room, she just remembered that she was sick. Sick as fuck.What day was it? It was so hot at times and suddenly it became cold, so cold that she felt her teeth beating each other. Once they hit so hard she tasted blood on her tongue. Artemisia didn't remember how long ago, or why, she was sick, in fact she barely remembered
There was a dream that persisted in staying there, passing again and again. Showing every little detail that wasn't too easy to forget again. He wanted to stay there, that piece of mind where he hurt the most. There wasn't much to do about the dream, it was as uncontrollable as the air, the most she could do was try to digest it. Understanding him was the only option, but she still didn't understand. Then he passes and passes again, making it clear what he would like her to understand.She was so tired, she decided to take it.The dream was divided, she didn't know how many parts, but it was obvious that it wasn't a single one. She didn't care how many times he shared, she just tried to understand, again, what he was talking about. Anyway, what seemed to be the first, showed a young woman, who had not passed her seventeen years, who was sitting in a garden so flowery that it hurt so much brightness and color. She was so beautiful that it wasn't like something that was easily noticed i
While the show did not return, the spectator was alone crying. Lamenting for pains she never can, having to grieve for herself, something no one has done. She stayed there, didn't know if she was sitting or lying down, if it was on a couch or a bed, even thought it might be in a coffin. In the end, the spectator got tired of speculating and stared at nothing, if she was even open-eyed.When the dream came back, it was no longer Lady and Narcissus who were on the scene, it was the woman who came before Lady, the same woman who she named Dama, however, the two looked quite so much so that it did not take long for her to realize that they were mother and daughter. It did something in the spectator's heart to hurt like an arrow. But at the same time, it wasn't as bad as she wanted it to be. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for the show to end.As if it were a bland joke, the mind laughed at the spectator and the hope that grew in her chest. She saw the Dama holding the flowers she had rec
The outside world was quickly heard when the mind awakened and the eyes opened. There was such a pure and primordial air that the girl's lungs took a few seconds to get the air in, it was all so messed up that she didn't even notice. But, the air pulled hard and a few coughs caught the attention of a small sparrow that was hanging at the feet of... What was supposed to be her bed.Artemisia could feel that the fever had dropped dramatically, so that when she touched her own face, she was cold as a corpse. It wouldn't impress her if she was one, her body hurt so much that it looked like she died and came back so fast that the possibility that she'd get used to it was almost nil. The sparrow took off and went near the headboard when a gust of wind and feathers passed by the animal and he turned into a woman. The young woman's mind had just awakened and had to process what had happened. She wanted to know how long she would be sleepless, since she had been unconscious for so many days. T
"Leonore, my dear," Maittan's voice was so irritating that the witch had to hold the urge to makes the woman mute. "Motherhood isn’t a good thing to you, your mind has not been in perfect order"Leonore felt Icarus' warm hand touching her shoulder, at least he was there."Leon, it was a bad idea for us to come" He said low, but enough for her to listen. And unfortunately Maittan too.The leader of the aeternals looked at the two with so much disgust that a little more and she would vomit right there. "You should hear your... Brother. I can't understand how your family still maintains such a disgusting tradition."Leonore hated the smug way Maittan spoke. She wasn't proud of it, but much less regretted the dacision that she made. Even though she had tried for years not to follow the wau that had been written to her by her parents and family, life still followed the course she so tried to change. But the witch still wouldn't regret it. "Maittan, when I need advice on who I lie with, I
Leonore entered like a hurricane after the screams and Artemisia asked them to call the witch. The leader of those women still looked at the Carmesim as if she were a clam who mysteriously began to talk and move. The girl felt extremely offended, but it was too gratifying to keep sending in her own body. Leonore approached the young woman checking in detail, the witch was also impressed by the fact that she was very cold, the look she gave the woman was a little scary. "Don't look at me like that, witch, I got here a little over five minutes ago, I also have no idea what might have happened to her" The leader replied coldly and, deep down, it looked like she was about to roar like a lion. "I ordered them to call you, Leonore" Artemísia said and turned her face to the tray with sharp objects. "I don't know what they're going to use it for, but I don't particularly feel inclined to accept being pierced. I don't-""It is a standard procedure that we do with beings we have no knowledge