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Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau (1850)
Excerpt from prologue :
Death does not knock. She comes unannounced, barging in brutally and leaving behind an inert body. Adanna never expected death to leave behind her father’s corpse, sprawling in the middle of their great chamber, letting his putrid scent spread through their little household. No blood and no disease — just gone. This is what alcohol did to a man — or so the old lady living on the street used to say. How could Adanna have known she was right ? No one ever listens to the blather of the seniles.
A deceased man could not speak anymore, could not lie, nor drink, nor hit. The only thing her father could do was lie there on the ground with vacant eyes, facing the ceiling, his mouth partially open, emanating a breath that held no warmth. The overwhelming smell lingered in every corner, clinging to her hair and the dying plants. There was only one reason why she hadn’t gotten rid of the body sooner : a need, sharp and gnawing, was driving her mad.
Rotting flesh is bitter, Adanna realised— far too late, after a few days.
Kneeling in the mud, retching the sour tang of decay still clinging to her tongue, she cursed the moment her teeth had sunk into cold flesh, driven by an odd curiosity, urging and impossible to justify. Patience always made for finer meat— or so she thought. But, Death was imminent and thus it demanded immediate consumption.
Thought ?
St. Clara orando en el coro de San Damián, José Benlliure y Gil
As they gather to pray, voice humming with holiness, the devil on my shoulder will whisper louder than their hymns :
"Take ! Take ! Take !
Make her yours !"
And I want ! Want ! Want !
- Aelenist
My character study
#day1 : sharing random quotes from my book
Hare with young, oil on panel, Henriette Ronner-Knip (1821-1909)
Whoosh, whoosh. This is, now, the time when sun holds its highest place in the sky. this is when you step through the warm field of blooming poppies, lily sprouts, and tulip buds.
On this path of nurturing life, growth awaits you, welcomes vitality. Make a wish for a spark of life. Whether you seek a bountiful harvest, the blossoming of youth or fertility, The path of the hare leads you to the temple. Encounter his effigy. Offer him your devotion. Present your prayer.
When your wishes align with nature’s rhythm, only the hare can satisfy it. Always leave offerings—young fruit trees, tender buds or fresh herbage—to display your gratitude.
- Aelenist
(Context : snippet of a story with different types of gods with different utility. Please give feedback !)