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4. 在 ─── decady of the angels

chapter four, decady of the angels
﹑♥︎ fyodor dostoyevsky

Night had tumbled and the hardy winds typical of winter were plainly current in the obscure sky, with its stars high above. They scintillate with magnificence, so much so that you were envious. You were merely a shadowy, breathless gap. You were like a flower without water and without sunshine, consummately withered.

You look at your room with tedium. There was nothing more intriguing than the tormenting cuisine, that place where you recall very well clutch up the hatchet to assassinate your parents, abandoning them collapsed on the floor with a few last tears coming out of their eyes, eyes that were no longer alive at that moment, that when their core stopped throbing.

You enquired yourself if you did something fair, if it was effectively a good intention to butcher them or if it was just better to leave everything in God's hands. After all, he was going to adjudge when they were going to demise.

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"You hadn't mentioned anything to me about us having to travel to Japan, Fyodor," You blink in antonishment.

"I apologize." He doesn't say anything more than that by way of apology. "But it doesn't import too much, right? You will encounter new sensations. Some experiences worthy of traveling from one place to another. You will be like a bird free to sail anywhere without preoccupying about not having access."

"Yes... Well, but how are we going to get there?" You ask him. Your arms were crossed. Your body reclined in a seat, and your eyes hooked on him. You were in a subdued, tepid place talking to him.

"You will soon discover. It is simple. You just have to pack your suitcase and get away from that place that brings back so many wretched memories."

"Does that mean I'm moving to Japan?" You arch one of your eyebrows with an inquisitive manner.

"Sure."

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You had recently traveled to Japan with Fyodor, on a flight. Without overthinking, contemplate much about his reasons, you obeyed him and put aside half of your tragic past. Although the memory continued to penetrate your brain.

You hadn't purchase any apartments in Japan. Fyodor had told you: "Don't buy any place to live, you will live in the Decady of the Angels." You accepted without hesitation. You let yourself be carried away by his words, whether they inspire reliance in you or not.

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"Is this the place you were telling me about, Fyodor?" You query. Your eyes scanned the smallest centimeter of the area. It appeared like a covert organization, it didn't seem like something that embolden reliability, perhaps they weren't even right, good people. You plainly let out a sigh above continuing. "I like the way it displays, but... Are you sure everything will be okay if I join?"

"Of course. You will be safe here, I can assure you," He pauses briefly to turn his head and glimpse at you with his malicious eyes, filled of hidden secrets. "Do you venture to access or are you frightened?"

You hurl him a displeased glare at his commentary. "I've been through a lot, this doesn't scare me even close."

"Alright, first the ladies," He grins at you, with some dearness. His smile assuage you, it aggrieve you at the same time, but his eyes did not match the emotion he exhibit. His eyes were merely hollow, filled with secrets of the depths of his mind. You felt the urge to know what he had in mind.

You hum, acessing the covert organization. Just by entering you can see a significant change in the theme, it was not something very similar to what was seen in Japan.

It was an area that appeared to be subterranean. It was fragrantly decorated, minimalist but homely in its own way. Upon entering, there was a lengthy semi-narrow hallway that led into darkness.

Fyodor, who had later closed the entry, arrived at your side. You walk with light steps. The precise sound of heels hitting the ground made the walk less incommodious.

"Make yourself comfortable, (first name). The other members are not here except Sigma," He initiates to explicate to you. "If you wish, I can indicate your bedroom."

"Sigma?"

"Yes, another member," he nods.

You had remained silent, gazing at the end of the passage you were approximating.

"Here we are," He stops when he reaches a wooden door. He twists the doorknob and enters, finding a source of light coming from the gilded chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. "Welcome to the Decady of the Angels."

The corners of his lips stretch into a slight smirk. Upon entering the room, you came across a medium-sized room, a comfortable living room that housed three medium-sized sofas. A dark red carpet that covered most of the room. A thin and quite large television in one of the corners of the room; The sofas were arranged so that members could easily watch television. It was minimalist but elegant, with relaxing colors and several paintings hanging on the occasional wall.

But as soon as you entered and turned left, there was another more spacious and illuminated hallway, where the same carpet continued. You continued on your way with Fyodor until he reached the second floor where your room was located.

"Open the door, I'm sure you'll like it," He says, offering you the first move.

You do as he offers and open the door, finding dark colors. The floor was now a dark gray-brown color, with another rug in the middle, with small details like spirals in gold. On top of the carpet was a double bed with a white mattress, covered by dark purple sheets and a large white pillow. The furniture inside was jet black. Above the bed was another gold-colored chandelier, only this one was darker. The lights on the chandeliers were artificial but still retained their ancient beauty. To the right side of your bed were three long windows that looked out on an old painting, apparently from Russia.

"I'll leave you alone so you can investigate the room as much as you want, I'll be around if you need anything," He says, with ease ─ carefree.