Requiem for the living

Chapter 7: Nearly Witches

There is exuberance in the way the perceiving things for a second time draws back memories that could be long forgotten. And the betrayal lays in the way eyes carry with them things that saw once but never dare to share with the mouths that can never describe it. Maybe that is the reason behind our temptation for sweet words of reassurance of our worth, despite claiming loud that the act itself speaks louder than sayings.

The scent of fresh soul was carelessy in the air, after the rain that seemed to never start, but let its marks on the ground like a trophy of nature. The petrichor was felt again like a poison of the land in that sugary time of spring. Only if the human nature, its own soul could rejuvenate again like does the thing he needed yet destroyed most.

The quiteness of a churches land, filled with silent rage and torment was the preposition of a twisted change in belief, from good to villain, from godly to pagan. Even in the etimology of that word depicting evilness there is the unjust act of the all believers.

They were again in the safety of their thought to be awful place, with a happiness they shared without outside acknowledge. The basement of the mansion, the Devil's chamber as Brendon started to refere to it despite Mary's disaproval became like a school that created a tension between the teacher and its student.

Brendon claimed it as being a good one, to Mary tendency to giggling nervously at that childish flirt and lowkey let down manners, as the influence of the past started to opress the way of his thinking toward a new one that he was needy to discover. Like new ways of showing affection towards her, putting himself in an awfully sweet position of a little trainee that is delighted with things in a woman he can't tell.

She was married, but how can the insignifiance of a paper put a burden on those who could banish it's authenticity with what Mary said jokingly it was the casting of love? It seemed like the little demon that stayed on his shoulder knew better that in love and war, finders are keepers, and loosers...he couldn't imagine himself crying in the name of love.

There was one simple rule in the crafting - Sigillum Dei Aemeth was going to be used due to critical cases, as there was a bond too strong to be ignored the sign was making. Back in the day it was invented, there was a discovery which value was incontestabile of its crafter, who claimed the one thing any person dealing with witchcraft wishes - immunity to use against the abuses of those that forbid what they can't comprehend. Being the right hand of the queen was the ace tucked in the sleeve of a man that took all the chances towards one realisation - knowledge of everything a human can bear, and the ways it could have been achieved weren't always ortodoxist.

The protagonist of this story Mary was fascinated with since the moment it heard of it was names John Dee, a confident of Queen Elisabeth I herself, a highly inteligent person that brought respect among people that didn't knew- not all of them - what happened in the dark. There were risks in those days - as it is nowadays - in manifesting the bond between realms, and a the owner of a sloppy mouth could have been so easily imprisoned. After all, people were believers, but they were selecting their belief so carefully they couldn't contain in their mind something else than what they were thinking of and obbeying to.

And the need of development needed some sacrifice that began with the horror of one curse. Three are stories that many consider being generated from the rumors people spread out of their childish behavior, and those about forbidden knowledge are out of the need of people who leads to keep the people they rule uncultured.

There is a little reminder in the way the work and art of the people of culture belonging in the past have been opressed as it is continuously locked away in the Secret Archives of the Vatican, the "secret" not consisting in all-privacy. There is the book that started it all for John Dee, the remaining manuscripts from the Book of Soyga resting in the silence far away from the ones with the curious eyes. And it was invoked the apparently shameful reason that it is for a greater good, as the book is damned and can atract a curse for anyone who reads it.