Servant | Taekook English version

Page 31: "Give your body, give your soul."

[A little wicked - Valerie Broussard]

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"No, not merciless. I am just a reminder, reminder and reminder."

-Vittorio, Anne Rice

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My steps move smoothly through the silence and darkness, the shallow and shallow flames of the torches quivering on the stone walls, my breaths echoing in the void, one hand following a familiar path, moving as if to lean on the wall, pushing open the familiar door in the corridors of the castle and  I was walking down the secret stairs behind the door.

On the steps I descended a little, not much, the only thing I could choose from the fire fragments on the walls were my bare feet and the cold and rough cut stones under my soles.  Nevertheless, I was walking slowly and unhurriedly, walking down the road they directed me, without caring about the feeling of these stone steps.  I knew this way, I knew this road.  This road is that old grave road where Anna had dragged me before. After a few steps, I arrived at the covered cemetery, which was deeply dark with the return of the night, this dusty, spider-web filled and now perhaps the home of rats.

My hand went back to the torch on the wall and grasped it with a powerful movement, then I lifted this torch full of darkness in front of me, so that I could see in front of me and choose something.  With the presence of the fire, a few rats screeched and rushed around and hid somewhere.  I could see tiny spiders with thin legs on the webs.  Then, with the light created by the torch, I was able to select a few tombstones and coffins buried in darkness.

I was wearing only a robe out of my nightgown and a marauding robe.  I could not help but shiver as the sharp cold of the snowy winter crept through the windows.  Still, I did not give up and I calmed myself by taking a deep breath.  After all, I could not stand aimlessly in such a spooky and dark place.  My tongue wet my lips, I untied my tongue's ligament into the dark void;  "Anyone here?"  When I asked, it was obvious that the person I was looking for did not have a body.  My tone wasn't loud, but even this calm state echoed in the void and returned to me.  "If anyone is there, I want him to know that my intentions are not bad."

Maybe I was just trying, and even if I turned my hand empty in the end, I would at least tell myself that I had tried.  If it didn't work, of course I would be disappointed.  If it didn't work, everyone would be betting on the wrong dog.

For a while I heard nothing but the wind's own song in response.  The owls had the humming chirp and the rats the rattle that accompanied this sherry.  Giving up was a choice, but I didn't want to choose it for now.  While the torch in my hand was warming up my skin and my bare feet were getting dirty on the dirty floor, I felt for a moment that my only option was to give up because of not getting a response.

Then a deep, thick, and rather rough, gobling male voice echoed from the void; "Who dares to disturb the kings of darkness ?!"

Then another male voice gave at least the horror of the first voice;  "If you are not worthy, your end will be death, pest! In our dignified, eternal sleep you poke us like an uncomfortable rooster!"

I did not see a body, a face, or even a pale image, they were just loud male voices of people I did not know, whose origin could not be determined exactly.  It was like the voices of middle-aged men, dominant and frightening, like pirates devoted their lives to the sea with their vocal cords worn.