Novel & Cerita Candle Inanimate Insanity

… When they displayed the sisters, they were left alive—but with their limbs amputated—in two large urns. We were shocked by the intensity of the brothers' insanity. Zagreus even beamed at me. "Don't worry. This is just the overture. Once their wounds heal, we will cut them up bit by bit again! Until they are dead and in pieces!" "What about their company?" I asked. Zion answered excitedly, "No worries! We've purchased the Steins' company. You will own it tomorrow!" The sisters—whose eyes had been blinded—cried tears of blood.

I reached for the Original Fever. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike the Doctor. I Struck the Logic. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Perfect Sanity" on the tile floor. I didn't try to save my mind; I Embraced the Madness. "I AM THE ANOMALY YOU CANNOT EXCISE!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Regulated Chaos.

I flinched as I saw the insanely large flames of the two black candles, burning the whole wax within seconds. "Relax," Nova said calmly. "The black candles are supposed to burn the demonic energy, while the white candles should bring her peace." I smiled nervously and nodded. Perhaps the blowing-up candles shouldn't freak me out, but this day had been more than enough horrifying to make me jumpy. I took a deep breath and watched the white candles light brighter and brighter until they illuminated Marlene's body. Then the light became so strong that it began to hurt my eyes. I closed them for a second, and when I opened them again, the lights were gone, and so was Marlene's body.

******************************* Unknown's POV The small, dimly lit room was a sinister cocoon, its suffocating embrace forcing her further into the abyss of madness. Her hair hung in disheveled tangles around her face, bearing witness to the chaos that had overtaken her mind. Clutched in her trembling fingers, a piece of chalk became the instrument of her deranged artistry as she etched frantic patterns onto the unforgiving walls.

A pathetic weapon against a sentient forest. I flicked it. The flame sparked to life. I touched it to the nearest vine, a thick tendril creeping over a root. Nothing. The flame licked at the waxy surface but wouldn’t catch. It was like trying to light wet rubber. I cursed, shoving the lighter back. My mind raced through my meager inventory. The candle. The weird white candle from the ferry ticket-taker. A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand.

The image burned into his retina before the darkness returned, deeper. “Stay where you are. I have candles in the kitchen cabinet.” He navigated the now-labyrinthine familiar space until he found the cabinet. His fingers searched the top shelf, locating the cold cylinder of an emergency candle and, beside it, a box of matches. The scratch of the match was obscenely loud, a small yellow explosion that illuminated his tense face for an instant before he touched the wick. The flame was born, flickering, then steadied, casting a trembling sphere of golden light and dancing shadows.

She clawed her fingers through the air as if tearing at invisible walls. On the opposite sofa, Cynthia’s nails dug into the armrest until her knuckles whitened. Her usually calm and polished facade had cracked into something raw and ugly. Her pupils were pinpricks of fury, her chest rising in ragged breaths. “He’s lost his mind. Completely. Do you know what this means? Every headline, every deal, every whisper from now on will have her name attached to his. Isabella Kinight.” Cynthia spat the name as if it were poison in her mouth.

"It's not a regular candle. It's soy-based and has a low-melting point, unlike the normal kitchen candles. It doesn't dry into hard wax, it turns to oil on your skin." Despite his explanation, I still swallowed hard and eyed the candle warily. I guess I wasn't only afraid of needles, I was also afraid of hot wax from candles. "Do you trust me?" He asked gently, as he touched my face. I nodded, but still.. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the candle in his hand. Seeing that I was very nervous, he went back to his kinky drawer and returned with a blindfold. "This will help calm your mind," he muttered as he placed the black fabric around my eyes, blinding me.

The flickering candle flames cast eerie shadows upon the walls, adding an air of mystique to the chaotic scene. Thalia's mind became an instrument of her desire, playing haunting melodies of obsession, while her heart raced like a wild stallion, desperate to break free from the confines of her chest. Her irises, usually a cool shade of emerald, burned with a fervor that could rival the intensity of a blazing inferno. The reflection she saw in the shattered mirrors only served to fuel her anger further.

"Don't fucking perfume me! A bigger crystal room is like a bigger fish tank to me. Do you think it would work?" "It seems to be useless. Well, in that case, let's keep everything the same." I was so angry that I punched the crystal door, "Are you fucking teasing me? How long are you going to fucking hold me captive? I'm going crazy! Do you know what crazy means? I'll keep screaming, I'll get violent, I'll hurt myself, I'll spit and pee everywhere! You better get me out of here! I'm dying of insanity!" Dylan curled his lip.