Prologue
(1868 – Victorian era)
Thunder clapped outside the Gothic styled manor and heavy rain pounded against the windows.
In the master bedroom upon a canopy bed lay a sickly woman who was being attended to by a doctor and nurse.
"Doctor" The woman rasped."I wish to see my husband."
"I'll send for him right away milady." The doctor said and gestured for the nurse to call upon their employer.
After the nurse left the doctor turned back to his patient. "If it is not so forward milady. Why now? You have refused his visits every time."
The woman gave a weak laugh but ended up coughing up some blood. The doctor quickly helped her wipe it away and gave her a glass of water while telling her "Take it easy milady. Your sickness will be healed soon."
"You don't have to lie to me doctor. There is no need for false promises. I know that I'm dying." The woman said weakly. "And that is the only reason I wish to speak to my husband." The word husband was spat out like it was something foul.
Before the doctor could say anything else the nurse returned with their employer in tow. "My wife asked for me?" The man asked as he looked at the sickly woman on the bed.
"Yes I did." The woman replied, and then said to the doctor and nurse "I wish to speak privately."
"Of course milady, we shall be right outside if you need us." The doctor replied and ushered the nurse out.
"My dearest wife..." The man began once they were alone but he was cut off.
"Stop with the pleasantries. We both know you don't mean any of it." The woman rasped as she weakly sat up. "You get your wish. I'm dying. But I will have my vengeance."
"You are in no position to threaten me." The man stated annoyed.
"Oh but I am. You thought you got it all, didn't you. You and your greedy family. But you are sadly mistaken." The woman rasped out while using her hand to steady herself.
"What!" the man yelled. "It is rightfully mine!"
"You'll never find it, nor will your descendants." The woman now sat straighter as she glared at her husband. "I will have my vengeance so listen well 'dear husband'."
The storm outside had picked up just as the woman started to chant. Her voice was no longer weak and sickly. It was strong and held a mesmerizing power. Her words echoed through the room making her husband shiver in fright. The candles which illuminated the bedroom flickered and then went out, dowsing its occupants in darkness. The woman's blue eyes glowed with power as she peered into the very soul of the man standing at the foot of the bed.
Powers of vengeance, come to me
Hear my cry, listen to my plea
Right the wrongs that have been done
Rain justice down from Father to son,
mother to daughter,
Wicked they be, like wicked react
Giveth sorrow for every pitiful act
lest there be one
who holds no greed in their heart
they shall be spared from the start
Tortured mind and restless spirit
Let them be felt until they freeth
Let no peace nor rest be had
Until they right their miserable path
As the woman said the last part the candles in the room reignited, and she fell limply onto the bed with a smirk on her face.
Her husband stood stock still, white as a sheet as he watched his wife take her last breath as she finished the curse. He had a feeling that this was just the beginning.
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