That passenger sighed when he saw the lights of that still distant port, his name: Alfonso de Malibrán y Violante, the Count of Malibrán.
—In a few hours I will be in your arms.
He thought and kept looking towards the coast that was slowly approaching, remembering the beauty of his beautiful wife who had not seen her for more than a year, and who was still waiting for him in his mansion, and just thinking about her and her beauty, made him want to jump overboard Of that huge passenger steamship, but no, he contains himself because he knows that he must control his cravings.
And at the edge of dusk the ship touches port, and that passenger descends forgetting his luggage, which are nothing more than a couple of trunks full of gifts for his wife, in reality he does not leave them forgotten, because he knows that his slaves and the crew of the ship will take care of them, he wore a long trench coat of dark color, that he covered very well the sheath of his sword and from his pistol, when he put his feet shod with fine and elegant shoes in the cobbled corridors of the port, he practically ran to the carriage rental post that could take him to his mansion, but since he was more than 20 kilometers away in a neighboring community; Boca del Río, not in that historic port of Veracruz, chose to rent a horse to get to faster, and chose the best and most expensive, for being the fastest and safest, he adjusted his trench coat and began his gallop through the cobbled streets of the center of that coastal city, sometimes he had to stop due to the constant flow of people, the many horse-drawn carriages and the few cars that were already beginning to circulate in the streets in that era of prosperity, in which new inventions, such as automobiles, electric light and the telegraph, They began to be the most common and wonderful inventions that opened the way to the technological era in the late eighteenth century.
—He's the Count of Malibrán!
Says that elegant lady when she sees him gallop past those streets of the boardwalk.
—Are you sure?"
She is asked by the other elegant lady who had also seen him pass quickly and quickly from her carriage.
—Let's hope the Countess isn't doing hers.
—He is very handsome, How silly the countess for doing what she is doing!
—I don't know, my friend, maybe it's because of the absence; If my husband were gone for months and months, I would horn him too.
—Of course, I would also put it on my husband, but not with the entire merchant marine!"
And so, laughing, they saw him get lost in the distances of that curved boardwalk, but the long road at some point was finished, and he began to gallop between paths for horses and roads for carts, which were already beginning to look wider, because they began to be used by cars, night had already fallen when he distinguished among the darkness the torches that illuminated the facilities of the fort of San Juan de Ulúa, he was smiling because that was the reference that indicated that he was already much closer to his house, he had more than 1 year of absence, and was amazed to see some of the mansions and buildings already illuminated with light electric, because when he started his trip, Only his had that technological marvel.
He went up the hill that would take him to his mansion at the top, no one saw him arrive, no one expected him, the night was silent and cold, and only a few dogs could be heard barking at that rider.
—AHHH OF THE HOUSEEE!
He shouted to announce his arrival and open the entrance, a slave heard him and ran to the entrance to open the metal gate and that the Count, who had already been recognized, access his property.
He got off his mount and adjusting his clothes and his sword, he entered the luxurious hall of the entrance, the glooms predominated by the lights off, his untimely arrival caused commotion and nervousness among the guards, and inside it was already the time when everyone should be sleeping, and he only found a slave who when she saw him tried to hide, The woman carried a bundle in her arms.
—Where is my wife?" —he asked her when he saw her move among the gloom. Where is the Countess?
And the slave could not ignore her master, trying to remain in the shadows, he answered.
—The Countess must be in her rooms, master.
—Come out, woman, show yourself and tell me what you are carrying in your arms; Is he a kid?
The Count asks her when he sees that he was carrying a bundle in her arms.
—Yes máster, it's a child but it's not mine, and it doesn't matter, you shouldn't see it.
The slave says trying to keep the baby out of sight of the Count, but at the signal that she should approach, she could not ignore that order, the Count observed the slave and with the tips of his fingers, hoping to find the tender face of a sleeping infant, discovered the face of that monster that was being hidden from him.
"But what the hell is that?"
He said astonished to see something strange in the bulge, walked two strides to reach the rope that lit the huge electric chandelier that would illuminate the entire room, and now with both hands he discovered completely that baby who was still in the arms of the slave.
A monstrous creature, which in no way could be considered a child, came out from between the blankets, its head was huge, with two truncated protruncations on its forehead, as well as the eye sockets that showed a pair of eyeballs, equally huge, injected into varicose veins that made them look horrifying, His arms were long and parched as if they were the crooked branches of a tree, And his hands showed long fingers that looked more like roots, maybe he cried, maybe he wanted to say something, or maybe he just wanted to say Dad, but what came out of his little throat, it was like a growl.
The Count opened his trench coat and drew his sword, ready to end the life of that infernal creature that was being shown to him, but the slave protected him with her body while embracing him, begging the Count.
—Don't do it, master, the child is not to blame, don't kill him, If you do it will be cursed forever!
The slave tells him.
—What do you say, foolish, you threaten me with a curse?" Take him away from my sight and take him far away, where he will never again hear from you, or from him.
The Count says putting the sword back into its sheath, and taking 2 steps back, he went to the staircase that would take him to the second floor, the corridor was illuminated, and he could also appreciate light in his room, which was the same as that of the Countess, when standing at the door, He sighed to calm the emotions that had caused him the presence of that deformed entity in the arms of the slave, he rearranged his clothes and his presentation in general, and when he placed his hand on the woods of the door to push it, he heard voices and laughter coming from within, clearly one was that of his wife, But the other was a male voice he didn't recognize, and he just burst in.
Upon entering he looked at his wife completely naked, Mounted on a naked man too, and although his break in was noisy, it took them a few seconds to notice his presence.
—But what's going on here, damn traitor?
His wife, surprised first and frightened later, separated from the young man who was embarrassed, only chose to get out of bed and take refuge in a corner, trying to cover his nakedness with a couple of pillows.
—You will pay for your betrayal Blanca Beatriz! You and this bastard who dared to trample on my name and my house.
The unfaithful woman without pretending to cover her nakedness, tried to stop him but the Count of a push pushed her aside, and taking the sword out of its sheath, with a single lunge pierced the chest of that defenseless sailor who had no opportunity to defend himself.
—No my love! It's not what you think; I was just desperate for your absence!
— so you consoled yourself, putting your lover in my bed?" Now tell me; How many bastards have you sought comfort for my absences in my own bed?
—Forgive me my life! But I just wanted to have a child so I wouldn't be alone.
—A son, of whom, of which of these ill-born that you have put into my bed?" Your damn obsession with being a mother did not allow you to wait for me and you have trampled on my honor and my name! I who came back anxious to be with you and look how you receive me, with a bastard in my bed, and with a monster in my house, monster that I should have killed, just like I killed your lover; Was he the father of that little spawn of hell?
In saying this the Count pretended to leave the room, still with the bloody sword in his hand, and the Countess who lay pleading and still naked at his feet, tried to stop him, fearing for the life of that monstrous child.
—Noooo, don't hurt him please!" He is our son.
—What do you say damn, after more than a year of absence you intend to saddle the fruit of your sins on me? Now I will kill him!
And saying this he abruptly turned away from his wife.
—I'll kill him, just like I killed his father's bastard!
The Count says pointing the sword at the inert and bloodied body of the sailor he had just murdered.
—I won't let you, he's our son and I'll never let you hurt him!
The Countess says but now her face had changed, and from her pleading gaze arose a threatening fire, and in the prelude to a monstrous transformation, The whites of her eyes became dark and already on firm foot, from her long hair emerged a pair of curved horns, her head began to lengthen like that of a horse, her white skin darkened with a network of purple varicose veins, and her hands and arms stretched out as if they were the parched branches of a tree, and the Count, terrified at the monstrosity that his beautiful wife had become, recoiled in fear, the monstrous Countess raised her arms, and with a smile that looked more like a devilish grimace, he pounced on him, and with a single blow that he gave him with one of his long branches, knocked him down, throwing him forcefully towards one of the walls, and immediately taking him with her two huge and hardened hands, she held him, entangling his body with his long fingers that looked more like the flexible and hardened ropes of a tree, Just to tell him, with the accent of a guttural voice.
—HE'S OUR SON, AND HE'S NOT TO BLAME!
The count, still terrified, recovered from the surprise, and releasing himself from one arm managed to defend himself and with a single movement of his sword, cut off one of the branched arms that imprisoned him to free himself, the Countess cried out in pain and before he could recover, a second cut of the sword cut the other, And before she could react, her naked belly that still retained the features of a white-skinned woman, received the third cut that made her bleed and fall to the floor.
—Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me!
She screamed that monstrosity and the last thing she felt was how she was knocked backwards with a kick, while feeling the pain of her chest pierced by a sword.
In the great hall of that mansion, everyone was already awake, waiting for the outcome of that tragic night, the Count descended slowly down the stairs, somewhat disheveled and with his clothes mistreated, and still with the bloody sword in his hand, he went to the slave that trying to confuse himself among the other slaves, he still carried that bundle in her arms.
—I'll kill him!
He said pointing the sword at the woman.
—You don't do it, master, the child is innocent, if you kills him, your soul and his soul, will be cursed forever.
The woman says, refusing to comply with the order, and making a protective movement with her body to prevent that murder, she only felt the cold of the hot steel through her belly.
The woman's body fell hunched over, still holding the deformed body of that innocent child who finally rolled on the floor, being exposed while it is not known if he cried or roared, between sobs and laments that ended when that man blinded by betrayal, terror and anger, pierced his heart with a direct lunge.
The other slaves didn't move, after all, it was the master.
—You and you, join me!
He said addressing two of them and walked upstairs, inside the bedroom lay the naked corpse of the Countess and upon entering she said to them:
—Carry that bastard!
And he took the naked body of his wife in his arms to go downstairs, one of the slaves exclaimed a cry of surprise when she saw him go down the stairs with the lady of the house dead and in his arms.
—Open the door to the garden for me and you follow me!"
He said addressing the two slaves who together carried the bloodied body of the murdered young sailor.
And all together they headed to the garden, leaving the murdered body of the slave and the deformed child in the center of the mansion hall.
The Count went to a well at the bottom of the garden, and without hesitation for a second, threw the naked and bloodied body of his wife, the slaves did the same with the body of the lover, although it was dark, the full moon of that night illuminated the bottom of the well and something in it caught his attention, The well was wide, had a circumference of more than 20 meters and communicated with a channel that connected with the Jamapa River, which was where crocodiles of all sizes came to take refuge or to look for food that from time to time they threw at them, which although they were not pets, nor property of the Malibrán, they liked the place and had already adopted it as their territory and their lair, and that was what the Count saw, a pair of huge crocodiles that were heading towards the food that had just been thrown at them, the naked body of the Countess of Malibrán, But there was more, apart from her and the bastard who accompanied her, he caught among the shadows more bodies, which she was not sure were human until she illuminated them with the torches he asked of his slaves, half-devoured and rotten bodies of other people wearing masculine clothes, and some were naked.
—What the hell is going on here?
He asked those present who were silent, seeing that they did not answer, he quickly walked back to the living room, And he took the cold cuts of the deformed child by one arm, and returning to the well, he threw it also to serve as dessert for the crocodiles.
—Just as I threw the Countess of Malibrán, her lover's bastard and the spawn of hell that you protected in my house, the lizards, so I am going to throw each and every one of you, if you do not tell me what was happening in my house.
The now sinister Count murder tells the slaves, while pointing the tip of the sword at them in one hand, and a pistol with a revolver, in the other.
—I"II tell you, master!
A slave tells him that she was coming out the door of the main hall.
—Each and every one of those bodies in the well of the lizards, were killed by the Countess of Malibrán, they were all her lovers, and she ordered us all to throw them there, so that they would never find their remains.
—You? But if I left you well dead in the house?
He tells her when he recognizes her as the woman who protected the child, and that he had just been murdered.
—What kind of demon are you that you don't die?
And telling her this he fired the charge of his pistol in her chest, finishing it with a lunge, and several enclaves to make sure that this time she was well dead, the slaves were so terrified that they ran out of that place, leaving only their master, who continued to tear apart the body of the slave.
The slaves took refuge in the cellars and dungeons of the mansion, while the Count had only stared at the bottom of the well.
staring as she was devoured until the white body of her once beloved and beautiful wife disappeared.
Suddenly he looked up at the moon, and there began his curse, and his madness.
—JUSTICE, JUSTICE, MAY THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRAN DIE, MAY SHE DIE FOR HER UNFAITHFUL !
Not seeing her at the bottom of the well, he began to look for her throughout the house, without finding her, he looked for her in all the corridors, in all the rooms, he looked for her in the dungeons and dungeons.
—JUSTICEEE, JUSTICEEE, MAY THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRÁN DIE, MAY UNFAITHFUL DIE.
He kept screaming all over the house while looking for her, but he looked for her blindly because he could not see the slaves who, pretending to hide from the enraged Count, took refuge in the depths of the dungeons, where he could not see them, even though he passed them very close.
And when he did not find her, he returned to the well where he could no longer find the mangled body of the woman he had just murdered, went out to the horse porch, and riding on the same one in which he had arrived, he went out to find the Countess to murder her for her infidelity.
"JUSTICE, JUSTICE, MAY THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRÁN DIE, MAY SHE RECEIVE THE JUST PUNISHMENT FOR HER UNFAITHFUL!
He kept screaming all over the countryside, and although they never saw him return to his mansion, every night of the full moon, very few came to see him galloping with the sword raised, but many came to hear the cry of vengeance of that cursed count, on the beaches, in the fields, in the hills and in the streets of that historic port of Veracruz in Mexico.
"JUSTICE, JUSTICE, LET THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRÁN DIE, JUST PUNISHMENT FOR HER UNFAITHFUL .
And to this day, it is said that on Full Moon nights, in the very street of Malibrán, in Lafragua, J. B. Lobos, Victoria, Díaz Mirón, in the corridors of the docks and shipyards, in the long bowlevard Manuel Ávila Camacho, an old carriage has been seen, pulled by horses, where a woman screams begging for forgiveness, while fleeing in terror from a sinister knight, who with the sword in his hand, pursues her to murder her.
—JUSTICE, JUSTICE, THAT THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRÁN DIE, THAT THE UNFAITHFUL DIE...