Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter の小説・ストーリー

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Seraphina’s heart raced as Kael coughed violently, his body shaking in spasms. “Poisoned,” Kael managed to rasp, his voice barely audible. “Poison?” Dorian’s tone was sharp, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “No…” Kael’s lips trembled as he raised a hand, pointing weakly to his chest. “It’s the runes. They’re… they’re marking us, Dorian. All of us. We’re cursed.” Dorian’s expression faltered for a split second just enough for Seraphina to catch it. He had believed in logic, in control, but now, standing there with his beta writhing in pain on the floor, the truth was undeniable.

I ask, hoping to prolong the time before Damien gets here. “David?” His tone sounds unbelieving. “Oh no, my brothers are Damein and Vance,” Instantly, I choke on my food, going into a fit of coughs that makes me quickly gulp down a glass of water. “Shocking, isn't it? Anyway, let's talk about the little curse that comes with our blessings; a girl. She's prophesied to be our doom.” I wipe my mouth. “Where do I come into all of this, why are you telling me all of this?”

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

Immediately, she left, and my father's letter arrived; I reluctantly opened it because I knew what he wanted to say. “The Curse ripens. Soon, she will destroy herself and Greymoon. When she breaks, bring me her heart and don’t you dare back out of this now, as you already know what you stand to lose.” I hissed, and then the words from the Healer on white came to my Mind. “When betrayal births vengeance, the moon will bleed and the pack will feed on its own.”

“Don’t question the process. You’ll jinx it.” She took the scroll. “Thanks.” “I read it already,” he said. “You won’t like it.” She opened it anyway. Her eyes scanned the old ink. One phrase leapt out: “The Sleepless Curse was not born from failure. It was born from betrayal.” “What does that mean?” she whispered. Poe shrugged. “Depends who betrayed who.” Downstairs, Lucan stood before Headmistress Braeleen’s office door. He wasn’t sure if this was bravery or stupidity.

I paced over to him as he pulled a sheet of paper that was hidden under the leather desk mat. ‘What is it?’ He handed it over to me, ‘Looks like a letter… to you.’ I grabbed it rapidly and began to read it. —————————— My dearest daughter—my little wolf. I sense my time is coming to an end… there has been a dark shift within the pack, darker than the curse that has been put upon us. I don’t want to send you this letter. In fact, I may even withhold it from you. I didn’t want you to know about the curse; I didn’t want you to have any more reason to come to the pack and risk your life.

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

Dear Lord Ralph, I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to inform you about the cause of your recent affliction. After conducting an experiment, we have discovered that the foul odor emanating from your person is not because of your impending demise, at least not for now. Instead, it is a symptom of a much more significant problem. I regret to inform you that as the direct recipient of the curse that is slowly vanquishing you. Every time you take a human life, you become more savage, and your deterioration speeds up. The odor you emit is also a byproduct of this process.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."