price is always exacted for what fate bestows isn't that so?
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A deep dark forest yhe hurricane like winds , yet no sound is made. The birds are drop dead the flesh rotting one by one, the pollution is getting thicker as i move forward gaint mountains like trees filled with maggots and degeneration as foot steps leave no sound it's ghost ike silent. It's the same for me. It's that place always constantly reaching to making me go there.
I move forward from the dead forest the winds is getting thicker than before the smell is getting worse.
I see a faint glow, a glow that is filled with malic and hatred
A crimson glow.
my steps become more hurrid as i aprroc the crimson glow, each step I'm making is making my head dizzy I'm hardly able to stay conscious
"It's getting close" said with anxious voics
Thump... Thump....tuump...
The footsteps voice grew louder as my legs moves each step forward
Thump.... Thump..... thump
Smack
'Ahhh"
"Papa- papa- papa"
I heard a faint voice, a child voice i struggled to open my eyes, as it opened i saw a
Faint sunlight reflecting from the brass mirror windows reflect on a child's face, her limpid lake blue eyes reflecting the sunrays, her hair black as night, her hair ribbon slightly loose.
"PAPA"
"yes i heard you Sonya" i said while collecting my thoughts as i wakes up from my bed.
"Papa, oapa were you in pain??, you was looking very pale"
Her eyes getting worried and her eyes are starting to get little watery
" NO, Sonya come here. I raised my hands asking her to come beside me
" I was actually dreaming of a princess who looked exactly liked you" as i said i fixed her hair ribbon that was slowly lossing up
" Really Really a Princess, papa i wanna become a princess too" her face filled with happiness as she looked at her papa
" Well if you attend your classes seriously you will become a princess soon, isn't that obvious that all princess are smart"
"Wha--- mamaa papa is teasing me again " sonya ran down to her mama"
" Don't bully our kid kafka" a voice came from 1st floor
A very clam voice, it makes anyone hear feel secure
" What did i even do wrong" i mumbled as i stood up from my wooden mohagani king size bed, it's ones of it's kind. A Jewish family specially made this for our family as a token of friendship.
"Are you going to spend your whole day in your bedroom again" a gentle voice again came from 1 st floor
"I'll be there in a few minutes. "Monika"
As i move i see an box, an antique wooden box craved with unique patterns on both side with golden ink i opened the box, the air filled with tobacco as I picked up the long cigar and took the lighter from the wooden box my eyes went towards a note, Note that had some contents written on:
" Abaddon "