Rasputin Jar 소설 & 이야기

He removed the lid and sniffed at the liquid, but he couldn't detect any discernible scent. He carefully placed the jar back on the shelf and moved towards another shelf. This one was filled with powders, each labeled with a different name. He picked up a jar labeled 'Sleeping powder' and examined it closely. The powder inside was a light grey color, and it had a slightly sweet scent. He closed the jar and put it back on the shelf, making a mental note of its location.

added Rekuts-Leliva, with a thin voice, “at the wedding we'11 drink ourselves drunk as fools.” “My dear lambs,” said Jargan,” pardon me, or, speaking more correctly, go to a hundred devils, and let me look around in my own house.” “Nonsense!” answered Uhlik. “Tomorrow the inspection, but now all to the table; there is a pair of carboys there yet with big bellies.” “We have already made inspection for you. This Lyubis is a golden apple,” said Ranitski.

’ He had not heard this term before and he asked her what that was, molotov-cocktail. ‘Light the end and then throw it at the enemy or around them. The fluid inside is flammable, it will explode in fire upon impact. I had the others fill the jars with a far more potent liquid. So be sure to not throw close if you can.’ As Sybil mentally told him this a young man came up behind them. He was holding a crate and set it down, there were twenty jars. Apparently while they were searching over the past few hours. Sybil had been quite busy. He felt an odd smile. He liked Sybil’s quick and intelligent mind.

Seeing James’ expectant gaze, Yrian frowned. “You said you’re not stingy,” James said smilingly. Yrian immediately understood what he was hinting at. He facepalmed and chuckled. Then, he waved his hand, and a jar of Chaos Absinthe appeared to fill the cups. The filled cups floated to them. They clinked their cups and then began to drink. Yrian only took a small sip. Seeing James gulp everything down, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, “I only have this jar of Chaos Absinthe on me. We don’t know how long we’ll be here, so we must treasure it.”

Alpha Jerry was on the floor by now; struggling for his life. “I’d have loved a more glamorous death for you – like being torn apart by bulls. But I can only make do with a two-faced jug. It’s a rare kind of jug imported from China. When turned the other way, it oozes out a different flavour from the initial wine. It’s a mystery jug. It can carry both poisoned wine and healthy wine at the same time. I didn’t even have to flick a hand or catch my breath to kill you.” She laughed like a beast.

Marley settled down beside her some moments later after placing a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes on the table. Clarissa raised her brows in askance. ‘What? We can’t drink in peace anymore?’ he asked jokingly. ‘Not when the drink in particular is a 1989 Scandinavian cherry pop, limited edition. What’s the occasion?’ she asked with a mouthful of pie. Marley had always been a collector. He prided himself on being able to collect even the rarest of gems, if he wanted. ‘We can toast to life. It’s something worth celebrating, right?’ he said with a smirk.

I stepped closer, scanning the labels. Everything seemed normal; salt, sugar, paprika, sugar, cinna— Wait. I blinked. There was literally a jar labeled “Cyanide-ish.” Like who keeps that stuff in their house, talk less of their kitchen. I turned slowly toward the floating camera. “Is this a joke?” The doll giggled. “Maybe. Maybe not.” I opened the jar slightly and sniffed. Immediately regretted it. A pungent fishy smell hit my nostrils. My eyes watered.

Maybe I should have just died in the well that day. Silas stopped at the edge of my bed, just staring at me. He didn't say anything for a long time, the silence stretching between us. Then, with a dull thud, he dropped a small jar onto the mattress right beside my cheek. I shifted my head slightly, my hollow eyes tracking the jar. It was filled with a thick white cream that smelled faintly of crushed pearls, sweet milk, and an underlying chemical preservative I could recognise.

I moved forward, passing each one until I froze in the clearing at the center of the room. I paused when I saw it. A black Vase centered right in the middle, perched like a trophy on a stand. Its color was a deep shade of obsidian, unlike anything I had ever seen before. Is this what Stephanie was guarding? My eyebrows arched when I heard the whispers again, seemingly coming from the vase. "What the hell." I breathed against my lips, my heart ramming within me. No, this was stupid. I froze in my footsteps. I would not be the girl that walked to the black talking jar. I immediately turned away-

“Lucian?” “Yes,” came his low voice, smooth and faintly amused. I glanced over my shoulder — and there he stood, still in his tailored suit, holding a heavy glass jar in one gloved hand. Its contents shimmered dark and rich, thinner than paint but just as alluring. “What’s that?” I asked, arching a brow. He smirked faintly. “Imported,” he replied, placing it on my worktable as though it were the rarest wine. I leaned closer to the jar. The red inside almost seemed to pulse. It was so… vibrant. Exactly what I’d been looking for.