Soul Ravager by Cesarino Bellini Artioli

Author:Cesarino Bellini Artioli
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Babelcube Inc.
Published: 2022-08-24T00:00:00+00:00

Memories of 156X

I look at the past as if it were the present. They don’t seem like memories, I can relive them using all of my skills though I cannot change any choice. I had three brothers and four sisters. I was the youngest. My name was André and my father was a short and minute man. Everyone called him Doctor, everyone respected him. He had defeated the plague in various cities. He was a hero who had sacrificed his life for the good of others. I knew he had lost a family because of the plague before he had ours, but he did not like to talk about it. He’d lived with another wife who had been taken away from this world by the Black Death.

I felt that he had a great love for me. A gigantic and profound feeling that seemed to be eternal and lasting for millennia. My father and I understood each other, and as far as I did not agree with my brothers and argued often, he always defended me. I spent a happy life, though I often became ill, unlike my brothers who seemed blessed with invincible health.

My father possessed a soul of such a bright red colour that seemed to come from dozens of coins, it was beautiful and hot, like fire. My brothers, however, had a black soul, brighter than that of most men, tranquil and peaceful, of a deep and imperturbable darkness like the waters of a bottomless sea. It was strange that all my brothers had an affinity with the energy of water, especially as my father was so attached to that of red.

Many times the propensity of a soul follows that of the parents, but this was not the case, my mother had one of a limpid green, characteristic of a soul close to the earth. My father, who was known for centuries to come as Nostradamus, was deeply religious and every Sunday led us to the church in the town and taught us to pray.

I remember two events, two talks I had with him. One evening I found him in the turret above our home, I was five years old. I now recognize it as the place I had visited in France where I found myself waiting for Hans.

My brothers were already in bed and I knew I should not have been there. I saw my father with an inkwell in his hand as he was looking at the stars. He spoke words that I already knew were Enochian, having taught me since I was little.

I approached stealthily, I wanted to surprise him, and I wanted to play with him. He turned and looked at me with love. He took my arm, though I was not as light as I was when small. He told me to look up and I immediately followed his finger. At the time the room was different. The plan was square in shape. The wooden walls were triangular and they joined forming a pyramid.

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