Death Is Upon Us

No.1

Author's note
Dear Readers, this book contains violance, sexual content, self loathing behavior in forms that may be triggering. Please be careful while reading, I will mark scenes that contain content that might be triggering for some people. Enjoy reading <3
-Henry

In the golden sunlight, the rays of which gently grazed the leaves of the trees and the flowers grew in the garden of lust, they sat in the lush green grass, laughing and playing like children do. Fascinated by the creatures of the world, the children walked around in the rays of the sun, looking for little animals to draw in their large sketchbook. A blonde girl, dressed in a white dress and a simple, plaited summer hat, sat next to a boy whose clothes were just as elegant and formal. "Hey Tommy, do you think Edwin will come here anyway? After what happened, I mean. "Tommy, who was lying in the green grass and looking at the scattered clouds in the blue sky, straightened up and turned to her. "To be honest with you, I really don't know. My father said that he was still very, very, battered. He, too, was very affected by the incident with Vilhelm. After all, they were both in the library when the fire broke out and, you know ... ", the 14-year-old hesitated to say the rest, considering for a moment whether he could still get it out of his lips. But Mariam got ahead of him "Yes, I already know. The assassins from the Orient. Übermenschen, those that Friedrich Nietzsche published in his book Thus Spoke Zarathustra in 1883. "With a confused look he looked at Mariam with sparkling eyes. "Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to talk about." The 13-year-old closed her sketchbook with a certain degree of caution, got up from the green spot and carefully straightened out the folds in her summer dress. "We should go in, Edgar will still be worried if we stay outside too long." With a smile, the blond-haired girl reached out to the boy with her hand, which he took with a grin and got up with a jerk.The closer she was to the mansion where Tommy lived with his father and his servants, the clearer one could hear the enchanting melody of a piano. The soft tones literally attracted the two, step by step they slowly came closer to the sad but soothing sound, until the two stopped in front of the large door of the salon. Tommy opened the door slowly with great caution and saw his father sitting in his big red chair, smoking a cigar and listening to the piano being played by a woman with black hair. "Father?" Asked the 14-year-old and Mariam entered the room, the melody stopped abruptly and Edgar looked at his son over. The man who had arrived in his middle years put his cigar aside and got up from his chair and went to Mariam and Thomas to "Thomas, how nice that you are coming to me right now. Mariam my love, tell me later how you liked Nietzsche's book, okay? But now I have to ask you to rummage in the library by yourself. "Edgar smiled friendly, whereupon Mariam nodded and disappeared through a door in the salon into the library. "Thomas, my son. Let me introduce you to my new work colleague. "The woman who had played on the old piano stood up and glided almost too elegantly over the freshly polished parquet floor of the salon. Her red dress, which was long to the floor, had been adorned with innumerable ruffles. The woman looked like an almost surreal figure, a fantasy of the finest kind, but she was real. Her thin lips formed a gentle smile as she held out her delicate pale hand to Thomas. Thomas took the woman's hand and kissed the back of the hand cautiously in greeting. Feeling the cold trinkets of her fingers on his chin as he greeted him, he looked up cautiously, she was still smiling. "What an extremely polite young man you are." It came from her soberly, the teenager had already heard from her, she was only 25 years old when she was awarded a highly controversial award, that was at the beginning of the last spring.

Thomas let go after what felt like an eternity, the two red menacing sparkling earrings that the black-haired woman was wearing made the teenager shudder. "Anastasia, will stay with us for a long time, as long as the studies of Vilhelm, God bless him, and those of mine are not finished. Thomas, it is very important to me that one day you and young William will continue our hard work, the exploration of the unknown abilities of people. Think about it well, my boy, because one day there won't be anything left here, unless someone makes sure that everything stays as it should. "Thomas nodded, slightly sad and overwhelmed to take on such a great responsibility , "I'll check on Maria." Thoughtfully, he went through the small door through which Mariam had previously disappeared to look for the bookworm. "Maria?" Echoed through the rows of Doctor Edgar T. Canmore's private library. "I'm here!", The girl came out from behind one of the bookshelves. "Is everything okay? You look a little pale. "With a worried smile, Mariam gave the 14-year-old a book, which he looked at for a moment, his expression twisting into a questioning, very confused grin. "What is that?" He finally asked, but Mariam just shook her head and tapped the blank book cover lightly, "That, my dear, is a book, and what exactly is described in it, you will find out when you read it. " The creak of the heavy old front door could be heard all the way up into the library, Mariam's smile slowly faded when the door could be heard slam. In just a single moment, Thomas could see the pain and fear Mariam had hidden in his eyes. She turned around with a swing, the braided hat fell to the ground as it turned, her white summer dress seemed to have lost its splendor, because it was full of stains from the lush green grass of the secret garden outside the villa. Suddenly she dropped the books she had just leafed through and stormed through the open library door, through the corridors of the property to the neo-baroque staircase, where the girl stopped. Mariam looked down to see he was standing there in a black shirt, white tie and neatly ironed black trousers. With his dark brown, cloudy eyes he looked listlessly at the antique replicas in the high stairwell. Mariam bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes and an oppressive feeling slowly spread in her chest, a feeling that she had never wanted to feel again but was inevitable. "Edwin, you're back ...", the young man's name slipped from hers gentle lips and echoed through the last dark corners of the room. A quiet sob followed the name she hadn't dared to pronounce in the last few months, again the boy's name was said to herself, a little louder than before but the only reaction she got was a confused, empty look from the brown-eyed one. Slowly the curly head let his light bag slide to the floor, put one foot after the other and shuffled up the stairs, where Mariam hesitated to approach the 15-year-old. Slightly nervous, she carefully cracked her knuckles until the brown-eyed young man was standing directly in front of her, she looked up at him, studied his eyes in the silence that prevailed between the two. "Why do you look so familiar to me?", Edwin's melancholy sight pained the girl, irritated and hurt by his words, Mariam took the silver ring she always wore on her finger and put it in the teenager's hand. "It's a long story Ed ... and this is just the beginning. Take good care of the ring, do you hear? ", With a sad smile on her face, she ruffled the boy's hair and suppressed the words she wanted to tell Edwin today.