I opened my eyes, and it was dark. "I must have had a nightmare." I breathed a sigh of relief. I'm about to get up from the sofa. Something's just not right. I heard a voice behind me. I screamed. My heart just fell to my stomach. 'I'm still dreaming, right? Please let me out of here. I prayed to whoever could hear me and grant my wish. Then I heard a voice. "Hello, Saint Genevieve." He smiled. I pointed at him. With my shivering fingers, "You—" He looked at me and said, "I'm not a ghost, as you can see." He pinched his face, and it got red. I walked up to him and asked him, pointing at his hands, "May I touch you?" I looked at him, and he smiled then nodded, "Sure, I can do anything for you, Saint." I looked at him and said, "Can you please don't call me Saint? It makes me feel like I'm a walking bomb." He chuckled, and then I walked up to him and carefully held his hands. It's a real person. blushed and said, "I apologize for my rude behavior." I looked up to him, and he said, "It's okay; I find it adorable." I blushed more and danged my face out because it was getting steamy. I asked him, "What's your name, mister? And how do you know that I'm the Genevieve?"
He smiled and said, "Then how about I introduce myself? My name is Shadha Ghulimlk." I paused and thought, 'That's a mouthful name; it suits him.' He looked like he could read my mind, and he smiled. "You can call me 'sha-sha' instead; I know my name is hard to pronounce." I looked down shyly as he walked across the room. I could see his whole body now; he is taller than me and the same height as Christian. He is wearing a black robe with gold-rimmed glasses, and his silver hair is cascading like water from his shoulder. This man is the epitome of beauty. He looked back at me and said, "I knew you through my husband Genevieve." I had never met a man like him before. I remember the portrait. "The other man in the portrait?" He looked at me blankly, and I asked myself, Did I mention something bad? I looked down, apologetic. I heard him say, "That painting is still up? I thought I threw it away already." He looked at me and continued, "Yes, he is indeed my husband, the taller man beside me, the demon lord in the flesh." I got into deep thinking. I'm right; the torn portrait of two men in the basement of the manor is his, and the taller man is his— wait.
I look at him, seeing him bothered about the torn portrait. I feel like he just said something normal. I ask, "He is who?" My mind can't function because of the amount of information I've received since I came down here. The captivating painting is still making my ears spin in glee, and then I thought of the demon lord being gay. He looked at me and asked, "His face is shown, right? On the portrait?" I shake my head from side to side, telling him, "It was torn from his face." I look down, seeming to be thinking about something. He ah'ed, "It's when I got angry when he suddenly said he would be gone for awhile, leaving me alone, so I broke the painting." I look at him and chuckle. "I might have done the same and regretted it the next day." We both look at each other and laugh. 'In actuality, it's the demon lord's husband.' I feel like I'm doing some high-level quest this time—my head hurts.
We both sat on the sofa beside each other. I spoke to him first: "Why did you call for me? I would have just gotten curious in that hidden room if it weren't for your puppy leading me here." I got myself comfy sitting; he would've had a chance to hurt me when I was unconscious. He looked up at me and asked, "How much do you know of the current situation?" He looked serious. I frowned and hesitated. ' Christian didn't tell me everything. Then I told him what Christian told me; his expression changed for the worse, and I could feel fluctuating magic cruising through the room. I finished what I said, and he sighed and interlocked his fingers. I didn't tell him he had regressed, but this is what he must have done overall. I was in deep thought when I suddenly heard, "That brat dared to deceive you!" His deep voice diffused the peaceful mood. I looked at him; his veins were popping in anger. I tried to stay silent, but it would anger him more. Then I heard a bark, "Woof!" The two-headed dog started barking constantly. He looked at the dog, then calmed down. He snapped his fingers, and the pressure of the magic just vanished. an extremely high-level magician, this amount of control in magic is hard; he made it look so easy. "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my temper." He apologized. I lifted my hand and waved it in front. I replied, "No, I'm okay. I'm not hurt in anyway". He smiled and sighed, looked at me and frowned, and told me, "The hero didn't tell you anything about what has truly occurred."
He lifted his hands and waved them, and the area around us diminished. I closed my eyes. I could feel the wind's pressure around me and the dust spreading around the area. This took a moment and then stopped. I heard him say calmly, "Open your eyes now." I opened them, and I'm inside a crowd. I can hear some hateful words and voices of anger around me. I'm being pushed and jammed in between the people. I can see people pointing somewhere. Then I looked up in horror. a guillotine coming down in action, decapitating the head of a person up on stage. I looked at the severed head; my legs weakened; I felt nauseous; I wanted to puke. I can feel Sha-sha holding my arm, pulling me up to walk out of the crowd. My mind is blank. I can hear people cheering around me, saying, Kill the witch, burn her, feed her to the dogs. I shuddered. I looked away from the guillotine and tried to forget that the memory of seeing the severed head rolling down the floor —was once mine.
Sha-sha dragged me away from the crowd i followed him to where we are going, i still feel like throwing up we walked down the alley that I didn't know of and lead straight to the churches fountain park where I'm familiar with, i look up and and saw the place it calmed me down a little but i still feel queasy, he lead me to the fountain he took a handkerchief from his pocket made it wet, i saw this and made him stop i told him "I'm okay" with a frown, he look at me and said "look at yourself in the reflection on the fountain you are blue" and i did look 'omg i looked like i aged in 500 years' he let me sit on the fountain rim and started wiping my face with water, i didn't even noticed that cold sweat dampening my collar and back, "here wipe the areas you want to wipe" i hesitated then he held my hand "use them, its fine its not the only one i have" i look at him he smiled then he turned around I proceeded to wiped, them finished i can hear the birds chirping and the sound of crickets and the wind blowing through the winds making me calm down significantly, he asked "are you okay? have you calmed down?" I nodded in affirmation he said "Sorry I let you see something horrible; i haven't perfected this theorem yet, so its a little unstable" then i look at him asked "are we in the past?" He instantly replied "no, its a projection of the past, i just recalled what happened and portrayed them through magic".