บท 8: [New life]
In a large living room, which was actually a bedroom, denoted a preference for the color red as many elements of this color were present. Luxuriously furnished but not excessively; High quality was present.
What looked like an armchair, a bedside table, bed and crib....
In the cradle, handcrafted in the traditional way, in an impeccable manner, rested a small baby, who was heavily opening his eyelids with great difficulty.
Federick was without energy, with an enormous tiredness; sinking in an extreme comfort that he could not explain.
It embraced him in such a way, that all fatigue in him, disappeared; With a warmth coming from a non-mortal source, tearing the magical: Blankets that enveloped him in a soft caress.
"Oh my god!"
"Oh my god!"
"Adoro te devotete, latens deitas.
At hic látet simul et humánitas.
Quia te contémplans tótum déficit.
In crúce latébat sola deitas."
As he writhed strangely, he babbled and chanted a Gregorian chant.
But a surprising tinkling sound coming from a bell brought him out of his divine stupor.
Sound very familiar, from that time when the light saw again. Beauty of nature he observed; Delighting in the feeling of partridge freedom, of an uncomplicated birth.
That previous sound came from the accessories of a funny-faced individual, who was excessively adorned.
This sound had been of great impact, to the mind already affected by Frederick's bewilderment. Extreme fatigue accompanied him in his happiness to see for the first time, after so long a time
But he managed to maintain a slight consciousness caused by his paranoia of inspecting the surroundings for possible dangers; a habit he developed in his previous life as an adult.
But due to his eyes being affected by the blinding light, he put his major attention to his hearing ability, as it was of great difficulty for him to keep his eyes open.
"Congratulations my Lady and Gentlemen's, he is a healthy male."
"He... he will be named Federick".
"My grandson, my dear grandson, he has finally been born"
"My Lords and Lady, today, it is my glory to dispose, by the power vested in me by Natural Law, that on the fifteenth day of the fifth month, of 12,494D.DM, a male of the Battlemman family, Federick, has been born, with divine right"
But he had not understood a word of what was said. This crowd did not speak any language he knew. Therefore, he made a last effort to glance around him
Only to observe that a sharp gaze rested upon him in silence. Its expression being very different from that of the crowd: calmness or indifference.
Which was very different from the current one, which was one of curiosity. Belonging to a young lady, dressed in a classic maid's costume; She had been called by the sound of the bell.
Act performed by her Mistress, upon hearing the glorious sacred babbling of her newborn child.
So, the Young Lady, picked him up in her two soft hands, with delicacy and great care, carrying him in the direction of the bed that occupied a large part of the space
And with the utmost respect, she allowed what to leave her hands, exchanging them for others
Belonging to a lady of great grace, beautiful as no flower, to whom would belong poems and hymns
"Oh, my little Federick, did you miss your mother's warmth?"
"Have you awakened hungry? Let me nurse you in a moment."
She... He had watched his the moment he opened his eyes again; During his birth.
A face he would not forget even if drunk he would find himself. For without even taking into account her facial features, the simple fact that, all around her lay a storm of affection and love, made her into a memorable female.
"I remember that something strange had happened at the moment of asking me about where she came from..."
[That was my doing, my Lord]
...
"How fortunate I am, to be born schizophrenic but not into an Asian family. Yes, fortunate."
[My background is not due to a mental problem, my Lord]....
"You mention that you don't come from it, but you denote between the lines what origin you have. So what is it?" He decided to toe the line of the game, after all, he had turned into a fucking baby
"From a schizophrenic vagina, perhaps?"
[No, my Lord; My origin lies in you, your existence. I have resorted to a crystallization of your wisdom into an understandable form, but I originally belong to your innate ability, your original power]
"Mhm, so, according to your words: somehow, you are connected to me, and your existence is connected to my life" Federick went over his thoughts carefully, and searched for what words to express himself with; He was trying somehow, to establish a line with this unknown existence.
"You mention that you are a crystallization of, basically, my knowledge; Therefore, you adapt a form that is not your original. Can you access my memories or consciousness?" He was hesitant and tense, for if true, it was a crucial point of extreme consideration.
This tense state was quickly alerted to Perla, who with a faint smile of affection detached herself from his upper garment, to feed him her breast milk
This feeling gave him greater security, and relieved Federick's wrinkled forehead a little.
[My Lord, you need not intrigue against me. And exactly as you say, I am connected to you, for we are the same homogeneous mixture in essence. As I said, we are not only connected mystically, but spiritually; Body and spirit; Al in their essence, being part of the same being]
Federick read these understandable characters with great doubt, but he was a damn baby, so he intuited that it was of greater use, enjoy being fed
"Is this the life of a gangster? Enjoying rum and reading newspapers?"
"Heh... you're a fucking newspaper."
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