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Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 38: Little Monster
Artemisia woke up and stood up quickly. There was a strangled scream, desperate to get out, but it wouldn't come out. The girl didn't understand why, but she was desperate to think.That scream hurt, it made her flesh, skin and chest bones hurt, her throat was worse off and there was no solution to it.She didn't want to wait any longer for the scream to just come out, when the girl realized she was scratching her own neck as she let out painful, tearful noises. Tears rolled down her cheeks as if they had just come out of a kettle, they were warm and left a damn mark as they passed.Artemisia tried to find in the pain something that would release that wretched scream, but there was nothing to make him fall. The despair didn't wait either, she didn't wait for the tears to stop or for the noises to cease and then the young woman could breathe. No, obviously it wouldn't wait.Despair began to run through her veins, rising through each fiber, through the layers of skin, flesh, fat. He
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 39: Bouquet of Hyacinths
When the young woman's eyes opened, there was an old feeling stuck next to her on the bed. The strange feeling of living something new, but it seemed that she was not prepared to find out, on her own, what it was. Anyway, Artemisia realized as soon as the body woke up that she had slept more than expected. The clock was already ticking twelve times and there was a wonderful smell of food. It was strange to be standing so late, even if the young woman were to do nothing but paint in the mornings, it was good to enjoy the first few morning hours. Not that the young woman was someone from the mornings, quite the opposite. When she was still living with her mother in the Noctavia's mansion, the girl made a point of getting up as late as she could. Often the mother would take Artemisia's older sisters out to lunch, obviously before the two of them got married. The girl was left in the mansion. She once asked Francesca why they did not take her to lunch too, but her mother kept rambling a
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 40: Mourning in the Canvas
There was a story, more like a folk song, that talked about a couple in love. So, so passionate that they took the whole story about "not that death do us part" seriously. Poor. Artemisia and the boy went to the garden, walked to that nucleus of life and observed that natural beauty. The girl wondered if Monet could paint such beauty. But then she realized, where did the girl know Monet from? Kim radiated a sense of calm, but it felt like a storm was going on in those 150 centimeters of distance between them. In any case, Artemisia still felt that there was something wrong. She tried to find looking at the blurry landscape of trees and horizon, looked in the flowers that were colorful and monochromatic at the same time. She searched, even though she was standing in the middle of the garden. The young woman turned her face to Kim, hoping somehow that he would also feel that there was something strange about that place. It all looked so perfect, beautiful and the way that... That sh
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 41: Lobby in the late afternoon
By the end of that afternoon that the young woman spent with Lord Kim, the flowers seemed to have lost their luster, the scent of them had become so subtle that Artemisia no longer felt that freshness of the garden. But she tried not to talk too much about it. Artemisia entered the mansion through the dispensary door, not remembering how, but knew those corridors that made the house's skeleton. A shelter for kittens who were left homeless during storms and winters. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ The girl walked as if she was already part of all that construction, there was something that called her into the buildings. Deeper and deeper into the mansion, digging that huge pit in the hill. Music played softly through the skeleton of the mansion, guiding the girl further and further into that dream. They were piano notes, crying beautifully over that place. The notes told a story, decadent and horrible story. But even though she was clear as a candle, Artemisia did not understand what she
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 42: Path of hydrangeas
The girl walked the hallways, the ones that were known to everyone in the mansion, from the residents to the employees. Those corridors that seemed more part of the house's surface, the ones that were easily accessible. You did not have to be very adventurous to find them, not least because they were obvious paths to any room. She walked according to the instructions Helga had given her. It was something about where the shelves would be, which books to jump and which to hide. To be honest, Artemisia understood very little of what the maid was saying, but either way, the girl still decided she would follow those instructions. Things still seemed wrong and time was proving to be the biggest mistake of that situation. "There is a beautiful path of hydrangeas painted on the wall that will guide the way." Artemisia wanted to close her eyes when she heard Helga's soft voice sound like music in the girl's mind. She soon realized that in the second hallway near the first-floor guest ro
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 43: It was a very funny house
Artemisia felt battered. But what bothered her wasn't that her mother told her it was a mistake that the girl was alive. No. Something deep in her chest said that the woman was right, that life was a greater gift to her that she should receive. Accompanying that I see a memory, something a little painful, but it was real. As much as the girl tried to understand what she was told that other memory was an unknown she couldn't decipher. But the girl couldn't worry about it, not when her mother could convince everyone that her daughter was going crazy, which Artemisia didn't doubt, and that it would be necessary to take her to a place that was well cared for. Artemisia knew her mother had never liked her, but the idea of the woman interning her without more or less, at least for her, was a little too crude. Anyway, if the girl questioned whether or not people were going to make their mistakes, she would go crazy a lot faster than she was starting to get used to. Another memory sto
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 44: Served?
She did not remember falling asleep, let alone the moment she woke up. It seemed that her day had started with breakfast, at a somewhat long table with five chairs, beautiful fruit and pasta the height of an expensive restaurant. As the second Artemisia passed, she was able to understand well who was at the table and where they were. At both ends were her fathers, at the first, near the window, was the mother, at the second, near the door, was the father. It was something like an ancient tradition that fell on families. The first end, that of the window, was the place of the mother, since the dreams of the women and the connection with the night opened the eyes of the people of the house. At the end near the door was the father, since he had more connection with the day, the adventure under the sunlight, and that opened the doors of life. It was a bit confusing, but Artemisia loved some traditions and this one was in the same way. Already in the other chairs of the table, under t
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 45: Navy blue book
Artemisia was tired of being unhappy in that mansion. She was beginning to wonder if it was worth leaving that place, fleeing away from Gaul and that family like a thorn bush. She wanted to be able to live at least once in her life. But at the same time as she thought that, the young woman sank into the covers and duvets of the bed, asking herself if she should do something to change that miserable existence. It hadn't. So, Artemisia decided to read the books she had picked up in the library. The book the young woman decided to read was the navy blue cover. It was still weird to hold that book, the "shadows" of aquatic reflections were a little hard to understand, it reminded her of all that seasonal feeling from the day before. The young woman stopped to think a little about it, about that supposed "day before". She forced her own mind, as if squeezing an orange, just to know how the previous day had ended, but she had no answer. Nothing. There was just nothing. The only real
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Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 72: Again and again
Artemisia leaned her body against the chair entirely, the truth hurting more than she could have imagined. She could tell that the stages of grief hit her too fast, so the young woman was already in anger. An outsized hatred of herself. Artemisia knew it was deadly, she saw her father die, the nannies die, the plants, the animals. It was clear as the day that it was her curse, but knowing it was so painful that it made the young woman want to vomit up all the sweets she had eaten. Suddenly something hit her too, a memory that involved stories. It was almost like a blur, but if Artemisia tried hard, she could understand that it had been a dream, a strange and a little disjointed dream. In it were three books, each of which bore a strange memory of the young woman. The first was a debt, of this she remembered better than the others, the second was pure pain, the same pain she had felt when Leonore opened that book of leather red as blood. The young woman raised her face looking towa
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 71: Living again
To the young woman's surprise, that point of darkness at the botanical fair was not a stall, in fact it was the façade of a flower shop. It didn't look like a flower shop, the dark colors and faded designs gave the impression that this shop was abandoned or that it was an old tallow, which was shattering over time. Artemisia stood for a good few minutes admiring that black blur in the midst of so much light and color. The storefront somehow reminded the young woman of herself, perhaps for the colors and the more old-fashioned style. "Maybe because you don't belong there." Again, those voices spoke deep in the young woman's mind, teasing her to make something happen. Something she had no idea what it might be, but given the illusions, or events, that had intensified morbidly over the past two days. Either way, she decided to ignore that voice, just as she had been doing since the second time she heard it — or at least trying to ignore it. "Don't be offended by witches," a female
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 70: Little Red Snow
The rest of the day Artemisia remained only immersed in her own thoughts, especially after discovering that one of the culprits of her current state is dead. The young woman really wanted to feel guilty for killing someone. Well, she felt guilty, but for that particular someone, Artemisia couldn't feel any twinges of kindness or empathy. An old subject? Yes, but the pain did not age, it renewed itself again and again, remaining fresh. It was only because the young woman couldn't feel guilty for killing the woman, she was still trying to figure out how the hell she had done that, since it was supposed to be for Hyacinth to be immortal, from earth to earth, being in a vicious circle of life.As she pulled the covers so she could warm herself from the cold that was beginning to stick to Artemisia's bones, she could feel that there was so much more to it. How would she kill such an old being, when even Death herself couldn't do that? Artemisia didn't know much of that world she had been
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 69: Slowly becoming cold
"I was hoping this time it would work." Geon said as the shadows danced around the fireplace. Artemisia looked at the demon with a raised eyebrow, it was not impressive to the young woman that it had happened more times than she would have liked—that at the moment, within the will of the young woman, the amount of times her soul could possess people and kill the owners of the bodies was faithfully clinging to zero—but it was still a little curious to think that perhaps that possession had been the one that had worked out the best. Even if it was a slightly vague definition of what "getting it right" is. If Helleborus hoped to have one more chance at life, run through green fields in the spring, and remain reclusive in the arms of a loving family during the winter, Artemisia felt a little sad to give her the bad answer about the woman's choices. "What happened to the other times?" Artemisia asked as she shrunk her legs until she could hug them. The cold was beginning to affect the
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 68: Liquid Rage
She stood staring at the countertop, for several minutes her mind had begun to get unbearably high. Part of the young woman was trying to believe that Geon had never really said whether or not he knew about what happened to Artemisia, even before she was "born," it had said only a small omission, nothing that was important enough that it could hurt or give that nagging feeling of being deceived. On the other hand, the other voice that screamed in Artemisia's mind said how much she would have been spared from all that misfortune, would not have freed her from more than twenty years of such agony, but would have saved her long enough for the young woman to understand everything that had happened and had happened. She could taste the bitter taste of betrayal, that pungent thing that stuck to her taste buds and stayed there until the young woman went mad with so much bitterness. She wanted to believe that it would give the final card of her insanity, finally letting what was supposed to
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 67: Did you
“Oh, you are here.” The demon spoke when he finally saw the young man in the middle of the living room. "I went to let Leonore know we're here, I wouldn't want to have an angry witch running after me." He turned away from the window, heading towards the couch.There were a few suitcases occupying the piece of furniture, Artemisia was quick to recognize them as they were the same ones she had used when moving into the mansion, theoretically several weeks earlier, in what would have been the beginning of spring.The young woman wanted to laugh about it, minutes after listening to the creature's whole lecture about the weather, she would be seeing the suitcases she had used to store some things before leaving her mother's house, it would be winter again, as it had been a season before.“I'll prepare lunch for you, apparently your body can't go too long without food. Try to find something warm to wear, Leonore's clan is looking for what could have caused this regretful winter.” Geon said
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 66: Human Time
Maybe having followed that entity was a bad idea, but giving up in the middle of that situation seemed a bit extreme to do. Artemisia looked at the white immensity as she walked with that being, each step made her regret her decision even more, it was a bad choice.And then there was the fact that she was the one who wanted to find out more about the family curse, abandoning that would be an extremely shameful sign of cowardice. The only one to blame for being in that situation was Artemisia, the creature being there or not was just a curious part of the consequence.“You've heard his whole story, haven't you?” a creature asked as they stopped in front of a flower bed full of tulips."Yes." The young woman smiled, looking closely at the small flowers that grew amidst the blanket of snow. She had heard of these things before, flowers that bloomed during the winter, growing through the snow and into the dim sunlight. Artemisia didn't know how to explain it very well, but that vision ma
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 65: A Winter
The moment Artemisia left that eye-filled place, the cold of the sudden winter hit her like an arrow. The whole green field that the young woman had seen through the window was now a white immensity. The story Tinea told her the day before sounded again, all over again, it was already starting to irritate Artemisia. She just wanted to live miserably well, she didn't want to have to go through it all and know that when she finally got rid of that life, the young woman's soul would still beg for death for the last life. She could be absolutely sure that everything would be repeated again, from the days in the snow to begging an immortal woman for the gift of being reborn. The young woman looked for somewhere to sit, some corner that wasn't fully covered in snow, which was a somewhat impossible request. The white robe doubled in size with each passing minute, Artemisia could feel the skirt start to get hard and icy, no longer able to have the same movements as a normal skirt. But she w
Curse Of Wine & Belladonna Chapter 64: They will not hear
If someone told Artemisia that one day she would wake up in the middle of winter, she would believe it. Which might be surprising, but even then, the young woman would trust the words of the person she told her that. It didn't need to explain in more detail, to say how one day the sun burned and the next day it was cold as a curse, the young woman would believe it. It was funnier that way. What's more, so many things had happened to the young woman that this would be just another normal day. Artemisia was willing to ask Geon again if he was hiding anything from her, it was clear as a crystal, at the moment the night before she had asked the demon, his expression could not be the best. Something inside the young woman said he was lying. She could call it something over-suspicious, perhaps. Artemisia went to sleep with Tinea's voice explaining to her about the flower that insisted on keeping in her life, but carrying an extensive secret like an apron, the young woman also woke up he
