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
And she was screaming. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed...What's wrong with me? She thought. Why did it have to be me? No one could answer, so she screamed. She screamed out of grief and so many other things that barely mattered, she just wanted to scream. Again.She did it like she was a child, when the monsters still lived in her little juvenile mind, tormenting every dream worth remembering. But who was it worth it to? It tormented her so hard that the only thing that stopped them was the embrace of the one who could turn off the lights to comfort, protect. She was screaming for it, he wasn't there anymore."Why are you crying, my little monster?" The father asked, carrying her in his arms to the huge bed he had in his room. He hugs the little girl, who trembled and cried. And of course, she was screaming too.After that, it was a long story about demons tearing every bit of the child's little body. Delightin with every cry and despair, every measly inch of fear was received with such
Artemísia went all the way in silence, didn't mind looking out the window, she had no interest in trying to figure out where she was. She just sat in silence, stroking the fur of the little ferret made of shadows that lay on her lap. She was happy that Geon supported her decision not to continue with that gigantic back at the same point as it was all that search for something that was possibly impossible to exist.She could see the pain in Leonore's eyes and it hurt her too much. The girl didn't want to have to do that, but at first she didn't want to start. She was just content to understand what and why she was going to die. It was just that. Artemisia had already been content to end the name Carmesim herself. She hated saying it, but she could understand her mother at the time, even if it didn't mean she would tell her.When they arrived at the mansion, there was an uncomfortable cold there. It was spring, she tried to remember, but it was supposed to be hotter than weeks before. I
Learn about the mansion, what was there to find out about it? Artemisia barely knew how to tell the servants that she had already discovered, in the worst way, that they were human beings. Neither was she, but it was something the girl was still trying to understand. The girl looked at the demon in the form of a cat running through the flowers. He was cheerful as if he were a real kitten, sometimes she felt sorry for the birds he tormented, but Artemisia just stood there watching the demonic animal play killer. She was jealous of the devil, too jealous. The young woman desired this there too, playing among the flowers and plants, filling her hair with bur and leaves. "How long have you been a demon?" Artemísia asked, trying to divert her own attention. "Too long" Geon replied turning into a black breeze and stopping by her side, he was panting and with red cheeks. The young woman could not deny that it was a very cute sight. "So long i can't even imagine what it was like yesterday.
Geon pulled Artemisia from the ground, placing it on his shoulders before beginning to walk toward what appeared to be back the mansion. She hated geon's idea in the first ten seconds of the walk, passing the entire route to the mansion practically upside down was not very comfortable. So the girl started punching the demon in the back, even if they were weak punches, they were clearly uncomfortable. But the devil? He just laughed and kept walking."Why do you have this tare to take me places in the most uncomfortable way possible?" Artemisia asked and began trying to pinch the demon's back on the fabric of the shirt, but the gloves would not let.“You have a pretty face” he said simply and still walking."And what does that have to do with anything?" Geon pulled her quickly, pulling out a scream from the girl, who tried to cling to the demon's shoulders. "I'm going to puke on you!"Geon laughed at the young woman's irritation. He looked at her from above as if Artemisia was an animal
Artemisia moved a little uncomfortable in the chair, she tried her best not to let it show that something was not right. It was still strange to be sitting with Geon in a restaurant that mostly served human flesh. That still seemed extremely wrong. But she didn't know how to verbalize, couldn't even understand if she could. The demon kept looking and when the food arrived Artemísia gave up thinking of a way to speak and just threw up the words."It's still so strange that I'm here eating human flesh, I understand that it's theoretically handed-out meat, but it's so weird..." She started talking and took the cutlery to cut the huge steak that Geon had asked for her. That situation could be the way it wanted to be, but the meat still looked very appetizing. "I've only been awake for a few days, and I already have to deal with it, I don't want to have to deal with it, I just wanted to turn a key in my mind and everything would magically become possible"When she put the piece of meat in
Artemisia had some memories, sometimes strange or simply meaningless, but she had these memories. It wasn't like she had a brain that kept any and all information, since every day she had to ask the employees their names. It was always repeated the next day.But the memories the girl had were old, as if her consciousness had reached her body when she was still a very small child, almost a baby. Artemisia remembered the name of the first nanny, the first nightmare and so it was. Memories themselves were easy to create. Everything was remembrance or some hallucinogenic reverie made by the mind itself. For example, that place where Artemisia and Geon were. She thought the cannibal restaurant would be the strangest, but in the end a demon, with more years he could remember, could really overcome himself in the oddity item.The girl watched as the demon had fun as the shadows went through his body. Geon's smile was so genuine and mischievous that he seemed innocent. But Artemisia knew
He wouldn't think much of that. I wouldn't mention that it had happened, iris to forget like he was drunk the night before. Nothing happened, there was no need to be scared and nervous. Sure?Artemisia seemed to have understood that implicit rule very well even when it was night.When Geon pulled her face away, the Carmesim seemed so genuinely embarrassed and confused that the demon couldn't bear to continue to those hazy eyes. He just muttered a few times several excuses and stood up dissipating like dust.She was a coward and the devil knew it from here, but how would he look at Artemisia after you'd just kissed her? Geon didn't even know what she was saying or trying to ask, maybe it was interesting, but he wasn't caring.How were he going to tell the witch about the kiss? Maybe having spent so many years locked up had done something to Geon's mind.The demon walked the empty streets of the city, he had made a point of going to a place r