Marcel's Iris and pupils only changed to golden yellow for a brief moment before they returned back to its initial crystal blue color and one could tell it wasn't a deliberate act on his part but more like a reflex action that he had no control over however a smile formed on the old lady's face as she was quick enough to notice the change in color of Marcel's eyes.
"Ah, gelosia (spirit of jealousy)." She muttered softly to herself.
"What are these entities you speak of?" Marcel inquired, his tone carrying a bit of urgency.
"They are inside you so you should be the one telling me. Don't you hear their voices? Don't they speak to you?" She said and Marcel narrowed his gaze at her.
"How do you know all these? Who are you?..What are you?"
"Well some call me mother, others, old lady and there are those who call me I gelosia, witch. I guess I am all of those things," she said with a smile.
"So you see things?"
"I do."
"So tell me what are these creatures I keep drawing in my painting and how come I am able to hear their voices in my head?" Marcel asked and from his tone one could tell he was somewhat frustrated but the old lady seemed thrilled by his revelation.
"What do they tell you?" She asked, curiosity pique.
"Different things. Sometimes they are things I want to hear and other times they say things..things that are so vile yet appealing," Marcel said and the lady smiled intriguingly
"They feed off your desires and thoughts. Interesting," she muttered the last part to herself.
"What are they?" Marcel asked and.she took some time before finally responding.
"Daemoniums. Some call them falling angels other.demons. They dwell in you," she said but Marcel barely reacted; it was almost like he knew already.
"Is that what I am? A man possessed by demons?" He asked as he was convinced he is something more than just a man possessed by demons.
"No ordinary man can't harbor such powerful beings without breaking down. I can feel their power. It would have consumed an ordinary man. You , my friend, are no ordinary man. You have the blood of the wolf running through your veins. I can smell it," she said and Marcel went quiet for a few seconds but his held so many questions.
"A wolf?" He muttered his eyes facing the floor before he focused on the old lady.
"Can you tell me? I want to know about this wolf blood, what does it mean?" he said.
"It will cost you," she said, her eyes treacherous.
"That won't be a problem. Name your price," Marcel said confidently.
"Are you sure about that?" she smiled covetously before making her demand.
"A hundred thousand euros," she said with her voice showing her uncertainty as she wondered if he would accept such an outrageous charge.
Without saying a word Marcel reached for his left wrist as he took off his wrist watch.
"This should do," he said and the old lady 's eyes shone greedily as she quickly did the math in her head.
That's a Chopard 201-Carat Watch.. it's worth nothing less than 20 million euros! I am rich!!
"Yes I will take it," she said, collecting the wristwatch from Marcel with both hands and eyes glued to it.
"Now. I want the voices to stop. I want you to get these demons out of my head and to tell me everything you know about the wolf blood. You can do that, right?" Marcel said to her.
"Of course. It's my job," the old lady responded as she put away the wrist watch into her garment rather greedily.
"We will have to perform an extraction ritual but first I will have to know what grade of demons they actually are to know the right ritual to perform and for that I need to make a connection with your soul," she said, causing a change in Marcel's expression.
"And how will you do that?" He asked.
"Quite simple. I need to touch you," she said with a faint smile...
"Give me your hand," she said with a stretched out palm and Marcel did as asked, placing his right hand on her palm.
The old lady placed her other hand on top of Marcel's hand then closed her eyes as she began her incantation...
She had barely started when suddenly she wailed in horror and both her eyeballs' 'rolled back into her eyelids leaving only the white sclera showing. It felt like she had been possessed by a demon or demons.
Marcel quickly withdrew his hand away from her grip not from fear for his own life but out of concern for her safety.
"What's the matter? Are you alright?" He asked but the old lady was still in that possessed state.
However after some lengthy seconds she started speaking almost unintelligibly. Like a rant with her eyes still rolled back.
"So.. many.. just too many.... thousands...legion..they are asleep...they want to wake... don't let them wake.. don't let them wake . don't.."
"What are you saying? Who shouldn't wake?" Marcel questioned but it was clear she wasn't listening to him.
About three minutes into her episode the old lady seemed to have gotten herself back as her eyes became normal. However she looked at Marcel with eyes filled with fear and terror.
"Demons. Thousands of them..." She quivered before she suddenly collapsed to the ground..
"She is dead," Marcel muttered to himself as crouched to check her pulse.
Standing up straight.
"Did you have to kill her?" Marcel said, conversing with himself.
She talks too much - a voice in his head said and Marcel's eye glowed red when it spoke.
"Is she telling the truth? Are there thousands of you inside of me?" Marcel asked.
The witch is old. She doesn't know what she says. There are only four of us. You have seen us already - the voice said and once again when it speaks Marcel's eyes changes to red.
"I do not believe you. Why did you kill her then if she speaks nonsense?"
Because that is what I do. That's who I am - the voice said, causing Marcel to frown.
She is of no importance. Do not bother about her - another voice said and Marcel's eyes shun gray.
Yes. You should have never come here. You should know already you can never get rid of us. You killed her by coming here - a third voice said causing Marcel's eyes to change to golden yellow.
He's right. Why will you want to get rid of us when we have given you everything and can give you so much more?- A fourth voice said, causing Marcel's eyes to shine blue.
"What exactly do you want from me?" Marcel asked with a slightly weak tone.
To grant you what your heart most desires - the fourth voice said.
"And what will you gain from that?" Marcel asked.
We and you are one. What is beneficial for you is also beneficial for us and what is harmful to you we shall destroy . Together we are going to conquer everything and everyone - the same voice said and the other voice agreed with it.
Yes we will…
Marcel asked no further questions. He just glanced down at the dead old lady with a look devoid of emotion before walking away.
Won't you take back your wrist watch? It's of no use to her anymore- the same voice spoke as Marcel walked away.
"No. She has earned it and like you said you can give me everything and anything I want right?" He said.
Of course!
★
I am so bored. I have been practicing sleeping the whole day and when I couldn't sleep anymore I decided to walk around the mansion to familiarize myself with the building.
Who knows this might just be my new home forever if Marcel decides he doesn't want to go back to America. I might well get used to it.
I wish that's not the case but my opinion and desires don't really matter anymore. Does it?
On my stroll around the mansion I accidentally stumbled upon a huge library and the doors were open.
Wow What's this?
The mansion back at home doesn't have a library or probably I haven't discovered it yet. Since the doors were open I decided to have a clearer look, so I went inside.
Honestly, I have never seen this many books in my life before and I really didn't know where to start from.
Lots and lots of giant shelves filled with books and I just became a spectator as I walked from one roll to the next.
I should just pick one and read
I concluded in my mind and that's what I did. Taking a book at random from the shelf where my hands could reach. I glanced at the cover of the book.
The evolution of man
This looks like a scientific, educational book or something of that sort. I don't really fuck with science that much but I decided to give it a try so I flipped open it's pages and read through it's letters as I walked to where I would rest my butt.
Like I said it was a science book that talks about how man evolved from primates into humans there was even drawings that showed the process and steps of how the evolution process happened
Does man really come from apes?
I don't really know but I guess we can trust science, right?
I finally got to a table where I could sit and read but as I sat down something caught my attention. It was an old book that looked more like a diary resting on the table. Its title was written in signs and symbols.
Strange
I dropped the evolution book on the table and picked up the other book as I was curious to know what it contained.
Glancing at it for some seconds I opened it up and I was quite shock.at what I saw. Yet more signs and symbols which were clearly written by hand. It felt like an ancient text, though I don't understand a single thing that was there.
I flipped to the next page as I was still curious and yet again there were signs and symbols but there were also little drawings of images, images that looked familiar.
Oh yes.
These are the images in Marcel's painting. The creatures that appeared to me in my dreams.
I became more curious and invested in it so I flipped more through the pages...but then.
"You ain't meant to be here," a male voice said from behind that almost cut my heart into two.
I turned around and saw what looked like a Butler.
"I am sorry I didn't know the library was prohibited," I quickly apologized as I thought I was in trouble.
"No it's not that. The whole place is scheduled to undergo a thorough cleaning. I am just surprised it hasn't started yet," he said.
"Oh." I became relieved that I wasn't in trouble.
However I was about to commit a crime as I hid the book behind my back.
"I will be heading to my room now, bye " I faked a smile and hurriedly left the place. Hoping and praying I don't get caught...
"Wait."
Fuck!