[1]𝘾𝙃𝙄𝘼𝙍𝙊𝙎𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙊 | Hannibal Lecter✓

IX. Pluto And Proserpina

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Joseph Heintz the Younger
(1600 - 1678)

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THERE was a horrifying, haunting and creepy aspect that covered the aurea of that dark, thunderstorming night. The lightning in the sky matched with the bumps against the pantry's door, the beat of a bleeding heart, and the madness in bloodshot eyes.

Jack Crawford had an intense bleeding in one of his arteries located at his neck, caused by a piece of glass stabbed by Hannibal Lecter, who was just a wall away, throwing himself into the door to force it open, to finally achieve his purpose and end the agent's life at once.

It was a game of no draw, it was either kill or be killed. The truth has been discovered and sooner or later, one of them would achieve the afterlife by someone's hands.

While Hannibal intended to get rid of his obstacle, he didn't pay attention to the small, careful steps that entered his home. A flashlight tried to take the darkness away, above a gun being held by a trembling pale hand.

The chest moved up and down with the intense breath, the heart almost sunk, stopping completely, as the mind tried to illude itself with fantasies and impossible hope.

The veil that covered the lies had been taken, revealing the auspicious and macabre figure that hid underneath. The house, that once was filled with love, joy and a welcoming atmosphere, now became sepuchral, pungent and suffocating.

The walls whispered haunting melodies and forgotten promises, the keys lost on the floor no longer resembled home, and the smell of blood filled her lungs.

Each step was a torture, a burning anxiety increased by the unintelligible sound she heard from the kitchen. The question persisted, was ignorance better than the truth? Was it better to believe in a sweet lie than to finally open her eyes? Took the risk and stepped towards the sound, feeling her senses shudder over the repeating loud noise that followed, increased, as she approached the area.

It was a mix of meat, sauce and blood in the air, completed with the sweat of adrenaline and fear, sweetness and horror.

The blue in her eyes for an instant become a pure white, blinking multiple times to believe the scene in front of them.

Ignorance. Now, destroyed.

She could attempt to fool herself, to believe that the aghast monster that threw himself against that door wasn't the person she seeked for. That they weren't the same. And they indeed didn't look the same.

The white striped shirt she carefully ironed on wednesday was now wrinkled and red stained. The large shoulder that served previously as her shelter, now violently bumped against the wodden structure that trembled by his frightening strentgh. And the dark hair, those same dark to grey strands covered his eyes, the only aspect that could still resemble his human appearence that disguised a blood seeking beast.