Novel & Cerita Cursed Eddsworld Images

I don't want to close my eyes because I am afraid that the vivid memories of the past events will spring in my mind, or that maybe this silence and appearing peacefulness was ephemere and from the corners, Father Casimir will reach out and grab me again. I don't want to be awake either, because this is boring to hell and back. There is nothing interesting within this very room. The wardrobe was filled with dresses and clothes that seemed to be long to a woman, the drawers were all locked with a hidden key. There was nothing for me to do. / I could always try the door - / I keep thinking and repeating to myself, but whatever I'll find behind the door scares me. Will I find the kind red eyed s

“Muzan… he’s cursed too.” I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the gray light filtering through the curtains. I wanted to ignore him, but the mention of Muzan pulled at something inside me. There was an unwilling alertness that he had drilled into me by his statement. “He bears the curse of Elizabeth Sheerman,” Edric continued. “She wasn't just any witch…she was my mate once,” he confessed. “I had saved her from the hands of slave merchants and married her as mine.” My breath caught as I remembered the dream I had about a woman named Elizabeth. I remembered the betrayal. I remembered how she sold Edric out.