Capítulo 1: 1: the beginning of the Nightmare
"It's time," I murmur to Andromeda, my voice trembling with exhaustion. She stands silently behind me, her expression a mixture of concern and helplessness. We share a heavy silence, knowing that words won't ease the burden that now binds us both.
My morality tugs at me for speaking in such a manner. After all, Andromeda, my loyal servant, is infected just like me. It's been over two agonizing weeks since the accursed spell took hold of me, and three painful days since Andromeda was afflicted by the same curse.
Turning toward her, this beautiful angel of a woman, I embrace Andromeda tightly, feeling the weight of our shared fate. "Andromeda, thank you," I whisper, knowing that my words may be the last comfort I can offer her.
Her voice is barely audible as she responds, "I will go to the trial with you, Master." She holds me just as tightly.
I gently shake my head, my heart aching with love and sadness. "Andromeda, I want you to cherish these, possibly your last, days," I say as I hesitantly release her and make my way towards the mansion.
On my journey back, I cast a final glance at the sprawling garden I just left behind. The vibrant flowers and towering trees seem ethereal as I breathe in the sweet fragrance of the flora that surrounds me. There's a painful realization that I may never return to this heaven on earth again.
After a five-minute walk, I arrive at the entrance to the main garden, the gateway to my grand home. The mansion is an imposing structure, towering with three floors and countless rooms. It could have housed a small village, but it is all mine, at least once my father passes on.
Inside the mansion's vast hall, I spot my mentor and best friend, Gale. His eyes reflect concern as he approaches me with brisk strides and embraces me tightly. "Gale, wish me luck," I say, trying to muster confidence, though deep down, I know the odds are against me.
"Don't worry, Dante. You'll return," he reassures me, though his voice betrays a little hint of doubt. As I prepare to face my fate, I find peace in his unwavering support.
Of course, my parents aren't here. Even though I am their only child, they still didn't even call me to support me in my upcoming trial. Greedy pieces of shit only care about their goddamn wallets-
In my room I lay down in the unreasonably large bed, drifting off into sleep. Into that damned trial, my only regret is that I may never see Andromeda's face again.
After drifting into sleep, I'm jolted awake by a strange voice echoing in the darkness that surrounds me.
"[Aspirant! Welcome to the Nightmare Spell. Prepare for your First Trial…]"
"It's finally starting," I mutter, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Suddenly, I find myself in a room that bears a striking resemblance to my own. I lie on a large bed, shirtless, just as I was when I went to sleep, but something is horribly different – my wrists and ankles are securely chained to the bed. Panic surges through me, and my heart pounds like a relentless drumbeat. I'm immobilized, bound by the iron chains.
I force myself to take deep breaths, scanning my surroundings with a growing sense of dread.
My anxiety deepens when I take in the room's ominous details. Five figures, cloaked in black robes and adorned with masks resembling demonic goats, surround the bed I'm helplessly restrained upon.
"Who are these bloodydamn cultists?" I curse inwardly, my mind racing with fear and confusion.
Behind the central figure, a colossal window stretches across an entire wall, offering a grim view of a medieval city below – a place rife with filth and despair.
The cultist closest to the window pulls the curtains shut, shrouding the room in complete darkness.
"What the hell is this?" I exclaim, but my words fall on deaf ears. Silence is the only response.
The cultist to my right delves into the depths of his robe, producing something that chills me to the core. I stammer in desperation, "Hold on, hold on," as he approaches, brandishing a long, gleaming silver knife.
With one hand, he brushes through my long, golden hair, a sinister prelude to his disturbing intentions. His finger presses against my lips, commanding silence, and out of sheer terror, I comply.
My body freezes as his other hand, clutching the ominous blade, descends towards my vulnerable abdomen, and I watch in paralyzed horror as the knife pierces my flesh. In an agonizing instant, the knife tore through my flesh, and I was engulfed in a scalding, blinding torment. Every nerve screamed as the blade sliced through skin, muscle, and organ, and a blood-curdling scream erupted from my lips.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YOU DAMNE…"
Estado de energía semanal
-- Ranking de
Poder 
-- Piedra de
Poder