The Clock of Miss Fortune ✔

Chapter - 17

The first sacrifice for Alvarez was a man named Baron Maleït. Baron was also the summoner of Alvarez. There were many stories which revolved around this man. He was a magician or a witch in a man's form or a spawn of the devil. Again, there were many stories about him, but nothing too accurate to blame him for the upcomings. When black water hits the shore, sacrifice the calves and drown the first borns in the black water. When the blood resides and the voices rise the first curse will be born and Alvarez will be summoned. This was the story which was firmly believed by everyone. Baron Maleït was the first vessel to hold the curse and the first sacrifice to release the curse which summoned Alvarez.

Next day is summoned and the water hits again; the calves are floating dead and the first born amidst them; the tears of the rotten, birthing and sinning where no emotions surfaced. And a new vessel will be birthed, with sympathy earned and hatred consumed. The next sacrifice will walk the same path in a different world and in a different time creating a different path and many lies. Thus, Alvarez will be summoned once again to claim those tainted with sympathy and hatred.

This poem was something which people in the town heard. Even in their sleep, even when they're awake, the single voice of Baron Maleït became many thus, making him the messenger of Alvarez. He lost his eyes, his ears, his nose and his senses and was only left with a mouth to send the message that was carved in his mind which Alvarez commanded.

The first sacrifice became the messenger.

Baron Maleït was born in a small town in England called Upton Snodsbury. His father was imprisoned for genocide. His mother left him alone and ran away with her lover. Everything was happening from the beginning; before his father was imprisoned, and before Baron was born. She was having an affair with a man who showered her with everything she ever wanted. Baron even felt like a bastard who always thought that his father was someone else; that someone with whom her mother had an affair with.

Baron's father, Allard Maleït was a violent man. Baron had many scars since birth; some scars which he couldn't even remember he had. He remembers some distant memories of women coming in and out of the house. Loud moans and clattering from his father's room often slipped out. Baron never knew what it was. He wished that he stayed the same.

Baron's mother, Agnes Maleït was a poor woman but felt noble and needed things which she saw in the bazaar. It wasn't an easy marriage. She wasn't in love with Allard. She only needed the money he had which was a lot back in those days which he had gotten after killing and robbing their houses. Of course she didn't know nor anyone else did at that moment. He was caught later on after Baron was around twelve years old. Agnes found out the truth about Allard but couldn't leave. She was afraid. And in the middle of it all she found another man who was the same and a genuine person. So, she started to have an affair. When Allard was imprisoned, Agnes left everything and ran away with a man named, Erwan Fortune.

Baron lived alone on the streets. Stealing and feeding himself; he'd even steal from a kid younger than him. Over a period of months he received many scars on his body from daily beatings by the people of that town. They'd hit him, throw rocks at him if he stole, and even throw him in some gutter like a dead rat while the laughter and curse words spat on him. No matter the circumstances Baron was always a piece of filth in the eyes of those who lived happily or even decently better than him. An eyesore who was shunned away more frequently than a fly.

Baron didn't care about most people. Most of those people didn't matter to him. Nothing really mattered to him. He only wanted to survive even if it meant falling to the depths of being a sewer rat and stealing food. One similar night while covered in wounds and his eyes as lifeless as they could be, he heard a voice from deep within where even the light didn't reach. A voice so warm and welcoming which Baron didn't like.

"You know, they think we are filth but they are worse than filth." Gabriella said and pointed at those people living a life with a woman or man beside them and a roof above. While the money rolled in like rain falling down endlessly those people looked at Gabriella and spat in front of her. Baron, as always, was quiet and sat beside her. "I am a woman too. I'd look pretty if I had money." She said. "Those whores think they can get any man with their big tits and wide pussies but they are just a bunch of dogs with their tongues out and tails waving in excitement."

"And how are you better than them?" Baron asked.

"I just am." Gabriella said.

That night Baron stole a few beautiful dresses and makeup materials from some house he stumbled upon. At first the very idea seemed stupid but eventually he wanted to see for himself what she was capable of. Just to have some entertainment. He gave them to her that night. She cleaned herself in the nearby river, wore one of the dresses which she liked the most and put on some makeup as if it was natural for her to know everything.

"I saw those women doing it before." She looked at Baron who was just surprised.

That night alone she slept with seven men. And the night after that was the same. And the night after that followed by many more nights where she almost fucked every single man in that town. Mostly everyone. Those remaining few didn't seem to have any interest in her.

And after everything that happened no one found out about the woman who fucked their husbands or fathers or brothers. They never saw her in day light and without those dresses and makeup Gabriella was out of harm's way. Even those men didn't recognize her. She was only twenty-one while Baron was nineteen at the moment. He'd laugh at those people trying to find the women who screwed their men. He'd laugh even harder if they screamed at him.

And, the next night they caught Gabriella. Baron somehow managed to rescue her but she was beaten badly and her face was swollen. They didn't show any mercy. He didn't feel anything in particular but just thought, 'She didn't deserve this. But, she did?' He didn't know any better. Few days later Baron slept with her. It was on impulse. It was a moment where they both wanted the same thing.

They got married even if that was not on official papers. But they did.

A calm blue night rose upon Baron and he heard the voice again. He didn't think about it much. But it was later that night that the voice warned him about his wife. She wasn't a danger but she would be in if he didn't listen to the voice. He didn't listen. And a few days later when the moon was full and the sky was quiet, Gabriella disappeared along with their year old daughter.