"Duran, my love, it doesn't matter that her spell is based on the powers of hell, what really matters is what we believe. Are you listening to me? What really matters is how we feel about each other. Are you listening to me?"
"... And Lucifer releases his energies so that this being, Duran, is forever cursed to wander aimlessly on full moon nights devouring whatever prey suits him best without the slightest notion of his actions..."
"Devouring? What does that mean? Duran, resist! Please!" I start crying out of sheer desperation. Soon after, I pull myself together, because the situation demands it and...
"I wonder what's going on in there, Salviano? I think we better..."
"To intervene? Isn't that what you were going to say, Giulia? No, my love. It is better not! In the first place, stay calm, because Ianã said she won't harm our daughter. Remember what we promised to give her. And second, we can unleash her fury on us. Or worse, we receive a part of the spell when we enter in a prompt invasion. Calm down, please." I think I'm completely sorry I went along with this idea of yours. What kind of mother am I. How could I, precisely I who am a completely centered person, and in this case, loving, because it is my only daughter, stand idly by. I might just be blind. Maybe there's still time to...
"You well know what I saw what will happen to our family if this sinful courtship continued. It is completely understandable that you think this way, that you feel this way, regretful, but trust me, this is undoubtedly the best option for everyone. Afterwards both you and our daughter will thank me." Oh yes, of course. He more than quickly comes to clear my mind and throws why I'm so passive right now in my face. But is this the right thing to do? A supposed destiny based on a vision can't be considered. Let alone if it was Salviano who saw it, a man who disbelieved in everything. Perhaps the right attitude is to accept a cruel and somber fate, if this is really true, for my daughter's sake, the happiness of the one I love most, of the part of me, is assured. I decide to say what I'm going to do:
"I would like to have your understanding of the situation, Salviano, as well as, the deployments, but I can't, unfortunately. I'll go in there…" He grabs me by the arm. Then he looks at me with a face that who doesn't like, but it's the truth and, I had to say what I think and I try hard to make my attitude – a reality.
"Don't do this, Giulia. Please, don't. It will be much worse. Trust in me." I hope you're right, Salviano. I say restrained by his strong arms, but I let my eyes show what I really feel. What a devoted mother really feels and if he couldn't see into my eyes, although, there are those who think that with so many years of marriage we understand each other just by looking, the only tear that flows says that.
"And that, only time will tell." I conclude without agreeing with him.
"With this rat's tail the man here, known as Duran, feels like a despicable animal. With these tufts of wolf fur the man here, known as Duran, transforms himself into this ferocious animal. With this dandelion the man here, known as Duran, has the dental arch of this hunting animal by nature. With these scrapings from a dead man's toenail, the man here, known as Duran, feels dead to Norah. With that pinch of salt..."
"STOP! STOP! PLE-ASE!" I scream in tears!
"The two's desire and relationship cools and sours completely unlike a pepper would. And…" My pleas are ignored. I keep begging for mercy, so that my love, my beloved one, my man, is not taken from me, but she remains focused on her wickedness, something that I suppose, is an easy conclusion, not only for the payment promised by my parents, or rather, for those monsters, but for the hatred and resentment she has for men in general. In the midst of this unspeakable and painful horror, a thought comes to mind: what did my parents, what did those monsters promise her? What could they have that she wanted? Reality comes back to remind me and like an executioner hurting me and I continue to cry a river of tears that don't end, as well as, my simple requests continue to be ignored. They are simpletons for not having been heard and because, as I already know, she was betrayed and must be loving it ending our love. I'm impotent. It's the worst feeling in the world. I'm losing my great love!
"Ouch!"
"Don't be dramatic, girl. It's just a strand of hair. Not even a cut for using her blood was needed. And look, many times I needed not just a few drops of blood, but rather, whole limbs. Hahahahaha..." She gives that typical high-pitched, irritating laugh I always heard in stories when I was a kid. Bad timing for me to be introduced to her.
"Heartless, soulless demon!"
"Please, my dear, stop these "compliments"!"
"You will pay with this life of yours... If it is can call that what you have a life. I'll make sure of that myself. You'll die at my hands screaming and without my forgiveness."
"No human can harm me, you foolish child. What will say kill me. How much more a weakling like you! And with this single, but mighty strand of hair, the scrapings from a dead man's toenail have value. And finally, I seal my status as the author of this curse with my spit, and one day, if I want, I can have it undone only by me. Or never! Which is most likely." Maybe I should, maybe it works, for me and my love, change strategies.
"We are women. We women understand each other. We have to be in solidarity with each other."
"You really are a shameless, aren't you? Just now you was threatening to kill me, that I would die in your arms screaming, and now, oh, of course, not strangely, it must be for your "beloved" indeed, even wants to be sympathetic to me or our gender class.
Know that if I could, I wouldn't go back, but quite the contrary, I would move forward with more fervor. And even with refinements of cruelty against this deplorable being before me. And it would be a pleasure." I see that I made things worse by really trying to fix them. It's only up to me to say:
"You are a monster!" Since everything is lost anyway. My every attitude, every word, every gesture, everything is being in vain.
"Now, this is the real Norah. This is your true face. Your mask is off!"
"Alright, you won, you demon!" I am obliged to verify. Unfortunately. I"ll take revenge on everyone who plotted and on everyone who carried out this sordid plan against me. However, one thing I need to know.
"But tell me just one thing: what did my parents offer you?" Even in tears I ask and I hope that before the end of all this, I know the reason...
I see her with a chalice taking the prepared liquid from the cauldron and going towards my beloved. I am obliged to say:
"You can't be that rude. Or is it? I asked you a simple and straightforward question which, both logically and politely, demand an answer. Or is it that you are not able to answer it?" I interrupt her not as a strategy to gain time and try a desperate action to save us from this situation, which I know, I already understood, to be impossible, but rather, because of the importance of knowing what "those people" promised and, I sincerely hope they didn't do it in my name.
"Ê te roûm une sai tá!" Apparently I am and am being totally ignored, as she continues to walk towards him, but this time, she says something that I can't imagine in what language it is. I yell at her not to do it, I admit I do it hopelessly, but I do.
"I will not drink this!" She holds out her hand and I am paralyzed. I try with all the strength I have to move my mouth, more to close it, but I can't. She looks powerful. As I had already heard. The bitter and hideous tasting liquid rushes down my throat all at once and... Aaaarrgg... Aaaarrrggg... Just before I feel, as well as, to cough, my mouth feels like it's possessed and closes by itself.
"It can't be!" I can't believe what my eyes see. In addition to verifying the veracity of the rumors, and even the speech of my beloved, I see the spell come true. I'm petrified! Stunned! Amazed! My beloved, one and only, is cursed because he loved me! I see him in a violent act tearing his clothes, as well as, getting rid of his bonds as if they were paper and transforming into a werewolf. He just doesn't break the entire place, as he is under the command of the sorceress. He comes close to me at her behest and...
"No! No! No! This can't be true!" In tears I see the curse being created, as well as, his expression of disgust when he smells me and he then –, run away! The evil is done!
THE RETURN OF THE LYCAN KING MATE