Medusa Snake Tattoo Soul Eater 소설 & 이야기

They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to let everyone know that I belong to no one but the Gods. I bring my hand up to my face on the left side. My tattoo was still there, I touch it and see it start to move. I can feel like it's not just a tattoo but a living snake, its sticky and icy touch makes me shiver. The energy that comes out of her radiates and then from all the scars begins to emerge rose bushes, but it is not of the same energy that the Mark of Lestat brings me, no, these are more primal, more ancient, more difficult to control, for it is an exchange that if I let myself be carried away could easily be consumed.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

Another person that wants something from me, great… “Do not fret, my dear.” Her tone comes out sharp. “It will work both ways and I will be here for you if you ever find yourself in need of me.” Her hand reaches down to the part of my hand where the snake wrapped around me earlier. A tattoo slowly appears against my tanned skin in the exact places where the snake was previously. Instead of the black and gold colored snake that I expected to appear, a bright blue snake with red and black eyes appears on my skin. The color was breathtaking and glowed a bit under Marie Laveau’s intense light.

Scylla sat in dad's chair and the rest of us sat facing ourselves. "Sooooo, isn't anyone gonna tell me how Medusa is here?" Euryale asked with excitement. "Obviously you've got no brains left so I'll do the math for you, as always..." "And as always, you're still an asshole Scylla! I'll tell you Euryale. Hades didn't let me go into the abyss. He gave me a second chance, but I don't have my soul yet, so I'm still his property." "But why? What reason could you have given him?"

“Tell me I’ve made you a smoker. And why do you have it anyway? Like, I know Serpents have snakes on their body but not like… actual tattoos. And you have what? Only one?” “It’s relaxing.” He was walking to me. He placed the cigarette between my lips and lit it before doing the same for his and sitting beside me. “And I got the tattoo because my Mother asked. As my father’s… son, it’s not a necessity but she believed I needed the balance.” “Balance?” He took a drag. “Celestial bodies represent yin and yang and a snake is that. A balance. She hoped that somehow, no matter whatever it was, that was… wrong with me from my Father.”

Only a flesh-colored smear appeared where his eyes, nose and mouth should be. “Are ye ready? To accept the offering of One Whose Name Is Not to be Spoken? Are ye willing? To be made over into His Unknowable Image?” Despite the fear clenching my guts, I nodded. He reached down, his massive fingers spread. I could see that ring with the onyx stone set in it. Could also see the blazing yellow symbol on it writhing . . .

Then it became worth my attention. I leaned in. The figure moved fast—too fast to spot anything in the first frame. The second frame was where I caught almost everything I wanted. First a flash, then a forearm exposed as the man pivoted to fire. And then I saw a mark, the undeniable prove that the man was indeed the guy I’ve suspected he was. He had a tattoo. This wasn’t the kind of fancy snake tattoos you got on a dare or during a midlife crisis. This mark had a meaning that was too familiar to ignore. An ouroboros curled around a caduceus—medicine’s polite way of saying “We hold your life by the throat.”

“Lucien told me Buck saved Poison’s number as little snake. The letter M on the bracelet has a little snake symbol and very tiny carved letters. Everyone thought Poison’s a man but no one predicted it to be woman” “Smart” Medusa took a step but Sebastian blocked her path. Zara pushed him aside and gave him a death glare. Medusa smirked and stood close to Zara holding her hand. “I caused you lot of damage. I apologize for everything” “Little snake…” Buck didn’t like Medusa apologizing. He never wanted his woman to bend her head before anyone not even Zara. Medusa raised her hand to stop Buck and looked at Zara who was shocked to hear her apology

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma