While the show did not return, the spectator was alone crying. Lamenting for pains she never can, having to grieve for herself, something no one has done. She stayed there, didn't know if she was sitting or lying down, if it was on a couch or a bed, even thought it might be in a coffin. In the end, the spectator got tired of speculating and stared at nothing, if she was even open-eyed.When the dream came back, it was no longer Lady and Narcissus who were on the scene, it was the woman who came before Lady, the same woman who she named Dama, however, the two looked quite so much so that it did not take long for her to realize that they were mother and daughter. It did something in the spectator's heart to hurt like an arrow. But at the same time, it wasn't as bad as she wanted it to be. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for the show to end.As if it were a bland joke, the mind laughed at the spectator and the hope that grew in her chest. She saw the Dama holding the flowers she had rec
The outside world was quickly heard when the mind awakened and the eyes opened. There was such a pure and primordial air that the girl's lungs took a few seconds to get the air in, it was all so messed up that she didn't even notice. But, the air pulled hard and a few coughs caught the attention of a small sparrow that was hanging at the feet of... What was supposed to be her bed.Artemisia could feel that the fever had dropped dramatically, so that when she touched her own face, she was cold as a corpse. It wouldn't impress her if she was one, her body hurt so much that it looked like she died and came back so fast that the possibility that she'd get used to it was almost nil. The sparrow took off and went near the headboard when a gust of wind and feathers passed by the animal and he turned into a woman. The young woman's mind had just awakened and had to process what had happened. She wanted to know how long she would be sleepless, since she had been unconscious for so many days. T
"Leonore, my dear," Maittan's voice was so irritating that the witch had to hold the urge to makes the woman mute. "Motherhood isn’t a good thing to you, your mind has not been in perfect order"Leonore felt Icarus' warm hand touching her shoulder, at least he was there."Leon, it was a bad idea for us to come" He said low, but enough for her to listen. And unfortunately Maittan too.The leader of the aeternals looked at the two with so much disgust that a little more and she would vomit right there. "You should hear your... Brother. I can't understand how your family still maintains such a disgusting tradition."Leonore hated the smug way Maittan spoke. She wasn't proud of it, but much less regretted the dacision that she made. Even though she had tried for years not to follow the wau that had been written to her by her parents and family, life still followed the course she so tried to change. But the witch still wouldn't regret it. "Maittan, when I need advice on who I lie with, I
Leonore entered like a hurricane after the screams and Artemisia asked them to call the witch. The leader of those women still looked at the Carmesim as if she were a clam who mysteriously began to talk and move. The girl felt extremely offended, but it was too gratifying to keep sending in her own body. Leonore approached the young woman checking in detail, the witch was also impressed by the fact that she was very cold, the look she gave the woman was a little scary. "Don't look at me like that, witch, I got here a little over five minutes ago, I also have no idea what might have happened to her" The leader replied coldly and, deep down, it looked like she was about to roar like a lion. "I ordered them to call you, Leonore" Artemísia said and turned her face to the tray with sharp objects. "I don't know what they're going to use it for, but I don't particularly feel inclined to accept being pierced. I don't-""It is a standard procedure that we do with beings we have no knowledge
And she was screaming. Screamed. Screamed. Screamed...What's wrong with me? She thought. Why did it have to be me? No one could answer, so she screamed. She screamed out of grief and so many other things that barely mattered, she just wanted to scream. Again.She did it like she was a child, when the monsters still lived in her little juvenile mind, tormenting every dream worth remembering. But who was it worth it to? It tormented her so hard that the only thing that stopped them was the embrace of the one who could turn off the lights to comfort, protect. She was screaming for it, he wasn't there anymore."Why are you crying, my little monster?" The father asked, carrying her in his arms to the huge bed he had in his room. He hugs the little girl, who trembled and cried. And of course, she was screaming too.After that, it was a long story about demons tearing every bit of the child's little body. Delightin with every cry and despair, every measly inch of fear was received with such
Artemísia went all the way in silence, didn't mind looking out the window, she had no interest in trying to figure out where she was. She just sat in silence, stroking the fur of the little ferret made of shadows that lay on her lap. She was happy that Geon supported her decision not to continue with that gigantic back at the same point as it was all that search for something that was possibly impossible to exist.She could see the pain in Leonore's eyes and it hurt her too much. The girl didn't want to have to do that, but at first she didn't want to start. She was just content to understand what and why she was going to die. It was just that. Artemisia had already been content to end the name Carmesim herself. She hated saying it, but she could understand her mother at the time, even if it didn't mean she would tell her.When they arrived at the mansion, there was an uncomfortable cold there. It was spring, she tried to remember, but it was supposed to be hotter than weeks before. I
Learn about the mansion, what was there to find out about it? Artemisia barely knew how to tell the servants that she had already discovered, in the worst way, that they were human beings. Neither was she, but it was something the girl was still trying to understand. The girl looked at the demon in the form of a cat running through the flowers. He was cheerful as if he were a real kitten, sometimes she felt sorry for the birds he tormented, but Artemisia just stood there watching the demonic animal play killer. She was jealous of the devil, too jealous. The young woman desired this there too, playing among the flowers and plants, filling her hair with bur and leaves. "How long have you been a demon?" Artemísia asked, trying to divert her own attention. "Too long" Geon replied turning into a black breeze and stopping by her side, he was panting and with red cheeks. The young woman could not deny that it was a very cute sight. "So long i can't even imagine what it was like yesterday.
Geon pulled Artemisia from the ground, placing it on his shoulders before beginning to walk toward what appeared to be back the mansion. She hated geon's idea in the first ten seconds of the walk, passing the entire route to the mansion practically upside down was not very comfortable. So the girl started punching the demon in the back, even if they were weak punches, they were clearly uncomfortable. But the devil? He just laughed and kept walking."Why do you have this tare to take me places in the most uncomfortable way possible?" Artemisia asked and began trying to pinch the demon's back on the fabric of the shirt, but the gloves would not let.“You have a pretty face” he said simply and still walking."And what does that have to do with anything?" Geon pulled her quickly, pulling out a scream from the girl, who tried to cling to the demon's shoulders. "I'm going to puke on you!"Geon laughed at the young woman's irritation. He looked at her from above as if Artemisia was an animal