Chapter Forty Six: The Beauty of a Casket

Somewhere within the world of Fantasy, a certain Vampire awakens from a deep slumber. It has been exactly two hundred years before she took this journey, but now she regains her own consciousness, ready to begin the next step of this intricate process called the soul's harrowing.

This path she has taken was paved with all the good intentions; it appeals to many reasons, of preserving the qualities of her race, of reiterating the complete vision of the Vampiric aura as it applies to the rest of the properties of mythological existence, and to regain all the strength necessary after this long journey, in order to keep the Vampires away from the unfolding of a shameless treachery.

It goes without saying that the treacherous act committed was one without remorse, and the main point of this terrible misery is the several slander performed under the guise of correction when the Vampires were misled into believing that it was the Werewolves who initiated this very same uncalled desecrating act.

Like the mutual hatred between the unicorns and the pfoHorses, the Vampires had been brutally desecrated to begin with, its deep animosity with the race of the Werewolves have travelled with them in time, not fully understanding all the necessary circumstances that ultimately led to it, and in order to make an informed decision that may be beneficial to all concerned by agreeing to a state of lasting peace.

Truly, it was all about the Spindle of Hate, the resulting product of the Optical Threads, and the deception made based on the several occult practices that fully characterized the given nature of the Vampires. The conflict was mostly about commercial interest, after all.

It was, indeed, the curse of a lusting desire for blood; they have become monsters in their own right, the perpetual realization of the importance of the sacred qualities of the composition of the materials of life that they have been penalized to crave, and to will the death of a certain life just to drink the cup of a pure and mourishing blood that contains everything the bliss and mechanisms of the electrical charges of what the heart provides, which then satisfies their ultimate desire for an involuntary, horrendous form of diet.

She remembered this precise place where she began her journey back in time; she was braving all the perils of space as she forced her way into an unchartered path, opposing the vortex of time as she traversed the invisible elements in a counter-clockwise method.

It was now or never. An immeduate decision has to be made.

It could have been very impossible for anyone alive to be jubilant in this kind of a painful journey, and this may have become the redeeming value of the ill-fated destiny of their race.

There was a complete excitement inside of her as she wakes up from that beautiful coffin. It was a solemn gift to her, the beauty of that rare casket, which, according to her own superior intuition, afforded her the victory in reversing the effects of the modality of travel using that very precious Physical Clock.

To be honest, the time is now ripe to sabotage the time machine.

She travelled not in a linear time segment, as someone would normally do, but in a curious method no one else had ever thought to be possible. She was able to cross her path by the use of literature and history as it was published in many books, recounting their past experiences, which then makes her travel to be present from one historical account to a fictional work of a creative narrative on the other end.

It was not even a line or curvilinear at all. The path was very curious.

And this is what overwhelmingly excited her. Because of this discovery, she is confident that they will be able to go back from the story of their mythology where they originally prospered with the excellent mastery of the Spindle of Hate. They are destined to no longer obey the commands of the Ministry of Space Territory, the Planetary Co-Op, but, to achieve such end, they would need to be able to initiate separatist movements as they slowly align their resources for confidently asserting their independence from any form of colonial rule.

This is going to be a beautiful journey through and through without any doubt. The slumber she took to reach into the greater depths of the power of literature has been explored quite enough, and the several opportunities she discovered there are totally endless. It took her a while to realize that a journey that began from this casket will arrive at many beautiful destinations.

It may be exploited, again. Because freedom requires defense.

But it is what it is.

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