Chapter 1: The Puppeteer
She shouldn't be here; she didn't belong here. Yet Dear Mater insisted she attend church because it was a duty, an obligation. They needed to keep up the pretense of spirituality in this ancient town, which harbored several rituals and deep religious devotion to God. It started as far back as the medieval ages, where religion was the accepted worldview of the time. So Victorique clasped her hands together in prayer, bowing her head so aureoles of golden wisps veiled her face. Even if the people of the Church would burn and condemn her for being here, considering the arts that she was a practitioner of, Victorique actually liked the meditative silence of the church, the smell of incense and burning candles.
She didn't …show more content…
While life was a presence, death was an absence. When Victorique saw death with her own eyes, she saw the dead souls walking through the shadowed lands. There was no sadness, no pain. Yet people who wandered in the shadows lands moved without purpose, aimless. Souls that were once lovers passed by one another, a mother and her son didn't even walk hand in hand with one another. Yes, there was no pain or sadness, but there was also no recognition and love either. Death was the absence of all things. After seeing all this, the people in this town, in the land of the living, might as well be dead.
As the churchgoers murmured their 'amens' and rose, Victorique simply stood up without uttering the word. She brushed off dust from the frills of her dress, before she turned to leave. Alas, these poor people thought that their God would save them from their deaths. No matter how devoted someone was, no matter if someone believed in God or not, no matter how good or sinful a person was, they all ended up in the same place in the …show more content…
This girl really was a treasure! She liked her already. Victorique then put a hand on Marionette's shoulder while giving her a conspiratorial smile. "I think that you'll do. I need someone like you around. I think that you can help ease my boredom around this place. Do you understand how dull it is to have these people do nothing but go to Church and pray and then live fearfully of the inevitably of death? Come, we'll go to the graveyard and I'll show you something special."
Marionette then faithfully followed Victorique to the ancient cemetery with iron gates and ancient tombstones. There was a statue of an angel that looked like it was weeping, after it has been weathered down from the elements of nature, from rain and snow and eroding wind. Victorique took a glance to make sure that Marionette followed, before she opened the grate gates and then twirled on the little dirt path that led to various sections to the cemetery.
Nobody bothered to take care of the cemetery. The people of this town were afraid of death, and they think that the graveyard had ill omens. The crows liked to gather around here as well, but once they caught sight of Marionette, they fluttered off into a tethered frenzy of feathers. Victorique managed to pick up a stone and throw one, braining a crow directly in the head. The poor thing fell down bonelessly, a crumpled heap of feathers on the
She shouldn't be here; she didn't belong here. Yet Dear Mater insisted she attend church because it was a duty, an obligation. They needed to keep up the pretense of spirituality in this ancient town, which harbored several rituals and deep religious devotion to God. It started as far back as the medieval ages, where religion was the accepted worldview of the time. So Victorique clasped her hands together in prayer, bowing her head so aureoles of golden wisps veiled her face. Even if the people of the Church would burn and condemn her for being here, considering the arts that she was a practitioner of, Victorique actually liked the meditative silence of the church, the smell of incense and burning candles.
She didn't …show more content…
While life was a presence, death was an absence. When Victorique saw death with her own eyes, she saw the dead souls walking through the shadowed lands. There was no sadness, no pain. Yet people who wandered in the shadows lands moved without purpose, aimless. Souls that were once lovers passed by one another, a mother and her son didn't even walk hand in hand with one another. Yes, there was no pain or sadness, but there was also no recognition and love either. Death was the absence of all things. After seeing all this, the people in this town, in the land of the living, might as well be dead.
As the churchgoers murmured their 'amens' and rose, Victorique simply stood up without uttering the word. She brushed off dust from the frills of her dress, before she turned to leave. Alas, these poor people thought that their God would save them from their deaths. No matter how devoted someone was, no matter if someone believed in God or not, no matter how good or sinful a person was, they all ended up in the same place in the …show more content…
This girl really was a treasure! She liked her already. Victorique then put a hand on Marionette's shoulder while giving her a conspiratorial smile. "I think that you'll do. I need someone like you around. I think that you can help ease my boredom around this place. Do you understand how dull it is to have these people do nothing but go to Church and pray and then live fearfully of the inevitably of death? Come, we'll go to the graveyard and I'll show you something special."
Marionette then faithfully followed Victorique to the ancient cemetery with iron gates and ancient tombstones. There was a statue of an angel that looked like it was weeping, after it has been weathered down from the elements of nature, from rain and snow and eroding wind. Victorique took a glance to make sure that Marionette followed, before she opened the grate gates and then twirled on the little dirt path that led to various sections to the cemetery.
Nobody bothered to take care of the cemetery. The people of this town were afraid of death, and they think that the graveyard had ill omens. The crows liked to gather around here as well, but once they caught sight of Marionette, they fluttered off into a tethered frenzy of feathers. Victorique managed to pick up a stone and throw one, braining a crow directly in the head. The poor thing fell down bonelessly, a crumpled heap of feathers on the