“With the power of heavens bestowed upon me”
I cannot believe this is truly happening. The coldness of these shackles, that bounds my movement--- gluing it to the ground. The taste of iron and weird runes terrorizing my tongue and mouth as it hampers my vocal ability to speak. I can’t feel my body anymore, my body stiffened in fear. It has been three days since I was taken into custody, yet I haven’t still got over from the humiliation, the pain, the feeling of astonishment.
“I, Mordecai, banish you Ms. Lazarine to the depths of Gehenna”
Nothing pains me more than witnessing this person sentencing me to the bottomless pit is the same lad I treasure and cherish.
It is veritably scary just how fast the night changes. It feels it was just yesterday when I am between your arms: making unforgettable memories… burning our youth together.
Those gray eyes that used to be burning for passion and desire for me is now beaming ice spikes shooting directly through my heart. And those lips, whose color is parallel to of a carnation rose, is now enouncing me to eternal pain.
If only my feelings manifests in this reality, it could’ve created a massive burst, more destructive than Nemesis’ retribution. I am not scared going to Gehenna, I’m scared to not explain myself to my dear Mordecai.
“for practicing arcane magic which is against the Lord Anselm”
Oh! My love! You know as clear as the Guinevere Lakes that it was the magic of the unknown Divine sibylline I am practicing, not the dark arcane.
“for murdering half of the population in the Town of Ophelia”
I have been telling and explaining them for nth time in the jail, on the trial yesterday, of what is the truth behind the deaths of those peoples.
That epidemic---
Dammit!!!
As a healer, I tried my best to save their lives of those people. They fully entrusted me their lives and I failed them. I was confident of myself that I can do it even if I sparked the anger and wrath the nobilities and church towards me. I didn’t expect that at the cost of my stupid gallantry is the lives of the people who trusted me.
“for defaming and shaming the King with your books”
I can’t fathom how these fat, pompous, arrogant, and all-the-bad-description-and-insults-known-to-Middle-Land are leading an empire. They actually slaughtered innocent masses of people that literally had nothing to do with our conflict--- they just did that, in order to retaliate after I disseminated their wrongdoings in the capital.
Savages are defined as people who uneducated and mannerless, people who are uncivilized --- often described to people outside our walls yet still under the King’s jurisdiction. However, I find the word “savage” seems to be a more fitting description to these greedy pigs inside this court, see what I did there? A ‘savage line’ from yours truly.
Enough with the jesting, there are so many gods and goddesses worshipped in this world, where are they? It is so ironic hearing it from me, a priestess, doubting the existence of the divinity. I indeed just used this position in the church for benefits but it was not for myself but for everyone who are labelled as “booboisie”.
I know the humiliation, the shame, the mortifying discriminatory prejudice~~~
I feel guilty---if only I had remained silent yet I can’t bear my conscience if I would have stayed quiet about their corrupted actus reus. That silence will eventually contribute to the sufferings of many. I never wanted to play hero and do noble acts to save the day, for attention ---it was just my desire to ease these lower-class’ lives---lower class that I was once part of. Erstwhile situation wherein I am unheard and voiceless. Now that I am stood on equal footing with the nobility and aristocracy, I utilized that opportunity so that the people in the outskirts and bottom-level barely hanging on this unwritten caste-system will now be heard. I never expected that it will turn out like this. Driven by emotions that I never saw it coming.
The guilt still builds up within me…
I am so torn inside…
the pain…
the what-ifs…
I can’t~~'
“What has been saith---“
Predawn! Abigail is my name, born of unsullied union by slave parents whom I never met, raised and educated by pedophilic-clergyman and this is my testimony on how I became the only living dead person roaming here on the surface in this lonely realm.
“---shall be done”
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Abigail: Defeatable yet Unbreakable
FantasyIn this book contains the time when magic existed on Earth, telling the tale of a woman who thinks she is destined for something great attempts to change the system that discriminates.
