The Dämelie Cürse : The Häeyükä Witch

The Cursed Damelie Tale : ACT ONE : The Häyükä YITCH : VERENÄ is probably one of the most beautiful coastline cities in All of Armenia with its crystalline-like rocky coves and its ancient rich temples and quaint stony ruins however our story doesn't start there but instead at the highest peak of a big gray jutted tongue cliff. exists a tiny village -Saint Oscurrö -shadowed itself by some unnatural greying smoking mist making it impossible to detect and almost invisible to the Veranians below them, this indigenous current is already known naturally amongst the throng for decencies now, but if only they knew how the nastiest devils smirked devilishly at night knowing the dirty hidden trick behind it. SAINT-OSCURO is a small mortal village but also the hidden den of the Sacred witches' coven -the holy waters streghes -in case you didn't recognize them they are the creatures of lights and healing goodnesses and blessed fortunes, daughters of fresh earth and purest moon incense, there lives 7 venerated true- blessed blood families out of twenty-seven remaining somewhere else in Armeniä, the Lagrimas, Kalosyni, Parentiaes, Castiares, Vareaes, Astinisi, and finally the Cekessians the most powerful of them all, in other words, they all coexists with the humans disguised as one of their kinds, for the obvious reason that is for their protection, indeed as they are made of the purest Luscicarae as it was a blessing it also was their damnation, making them the easiest prey for the damned be dark streghes which chose the awful Los osCurto arti a path screeching horrendous curses and maledictions, a wretched portal accursed by our dear goddess herself , and not forgetting those despicable Damelies :the diables creatures of the night stirring our world when coated in black , it is said that when midnight accurs they reappear from their gloomylaids ready to cause chaos and mayhem ,selling and bargaining with the human fools ,and when we get in their way , curtains be damned ,it is why for centuries a special Monastry were build for us to be truly trained and upskilled , a kind of magical school for enhancing and harnessing our powers to became a Ilamas Soldier part of the Circle league of the Silvers light : breakers of the infernal chains and protectors of the world . The Diaries of seven years old girl : When I came back from that ramshackle awful place called " school" for the mortals in my age, I was in a very crotchety mood I just had missed the sacramental ceremony in our Chalk blessed moon monastery; a ritual so pure and fantastical it is said it was hard bearing even for the other streghes of our kinds and light beams so powerfully that could shatter demons for a whole day, obviously, it's only visible to us but still isn't it wonderful but alas I've missed it all, and dart it all Verullio had witnessed it because he'd had the sanity of sneaking out of school , only a fool would have missed the birthday ceremony of its own older sister Fiorenza who reached twelve today and stayed instead at a human worn out mausoleum, I sigh inwardly at the chastizing words my mother warned me about the other day, she apparently accused me of using my magic on the mortals with precariously ill-deeds intentions which was absolutely ridiculous I just had charmed Valessia to become my friend along with her popular group of girls and tiny little invocation to humiliate Demelso whom was terrible bully , she didn't even try to understand of the manny children I've saved from his wrong ill-deeds doings unfortunately not only she scorned me but also punished me by staying at home for whole week aka that i will not hang out with my new recruits girlfriends after school and obliged me to recite an enchantment to became the obsequious girl needed to be : attending fully classes and to not use my powers unless at home , i felt like bird ensnared inside of cage , i hated it ,i felt like worthless martalis and worst of it all is my intolerable cousin gloating with what he'd seen today , making my teeth grating with jealousy , i am now inside of martalis like library meant to dislead our neighbors from any suspicions , the room was small flanked from the floor to the ceiling with diverse shelves meant to cage yet another numerous books , my tiny slippers brushed the smooth plum floorlengh carpet next to the tuffted chair is an only custom shaped window with matched lavender curtains, the reading nest of our dear grandNonna ,she's strangely very eerie and old very old ,a fact i am not against , on the contrary i like that side of her being so supernaturally patronizing so flawlessly cut to be so powerful that is what the Lumbre is supposed to be the Lumbres are the head cheffs of the league circle and to the whole Manstrel moon kissed Coven , she is meant to be vigorously ruling alongside with the other six leaders of the true bloods Ilamas households they say they're the pillars of all the protection foggy wards hovering around our village , Cultiana also mended that during the Cerulian holliday dawn they fuel the monastry with wispy tang of their magic ,flourishing it with thriving essence of pure glintering lights , making it the most protected place ever in Armenia from the deadly Damelies although it is said that spelling their name was considered down right a curse ; the reason we so accustomized into calling them :the wicked or the cursed . I was already bored at home everyone is probably still with Fiorenza it was almost eight of the evening and it already started to get dark, I run my little fingers along the dusty shelves till my uncared eyes catch this bizarre title, i never noticed it before because i knew it was made to deceive the eyes of the mortals, yet there was peculiar feeling about this one precisely, the others were of the normal boring scripts or the author's usual label types, so i stepped on my toes and flexed up highly my arm and my body in order to retrieve it, it slightly took me several minutes but succeded nevertheless, when it reached my hand at first it fell but strangely it landed smoothly at both of my hasty catching palms, it felt like it was already enchanted to be opened accordingly, when satisfied by the even flat descent I suddenly bristle hard at my hazel green eyes greeting me back from it's mirrored glossy ebony cover , the book was now a metamorphosed Grimoire ,growing larger each passing seconds till it landed to it's original shape and length ,i instantly felt it's terrifying powers skittering away in tendrils of unraged waves crashing harshly against my goosebump flesh, freeing it self frantically from it's harsh clutching master , my breath hitched as another wave hits my entire body ,as hand matched it's glove , a pulsing shadowy coat is covering me up ,weighing me in as if thousand heavy predators had stepped on me yet at the same time it left me soaring a contrast contrary as another mounds of my hair started floating up from the intense energy blowing at me ,i considered yanking it away or let it fall freeing my chained clasping hands , but i ..i ravened in this magic , my heart hammered fast like bladesmith thumbing on the metals while attempting to forge it's perfect honed swords ,afterwards i let it devour me completely clasping shut my eyes and breathing heavily in through this weird occurence process ,that has me sensing a huge relief downing at me and abnormal familiar feeling ; i felt safe as crazy as it is , realisation flanked through me as i found out that all of my negative and sad thoughts that had been earlier plaguing me had been dispeled entirely from me ,i finally breath out ,my shoulders sag along while the tenebrous shades returning back to the hunted grimoire , bit by bit ,until my unsetled body had been left out unbearably n***d ,i should have been vandelized ,though i still hold tight in it like never before, this book was not like the other Grimoires she'd seen ,at least not the ones she'd encountered with her family , it was indeed a powerful enchanted Entrouvali , made to ward off any unwelcomed perceptions of the tricky mind , she ultematly fall in love with it . With sheer excitement she let her teensy hands brush them lightly through its polished hardcover, it was instructed with heavy undetectable iron scribbles, revealed to be in another entire language, other not found in any of Armenia, a spider chill ran down her spindly spine,as she unabashedly and undoubtedly knew from the bottom of her little flatting heart of this new matter, assuredly, that it was an Other ...something entirely else from her supposedly dull world, a whirlwind of eagerness and enthusiasm flew snakily down at her, she finally felt down rightly revived .. as if she was rediscovering her world anew; cracked into fiery emotions, she comprehended that there's more to her world than it led to believe, she flashed then to her self a devilish grin a warning she hoped even the Damelies shouldn't ignore, of her waning patience to uncover all that had been yet to be. Her brows spiked down in a terrible creasy frown recalling again what had she felt back at the mausoleum, because of what her mother obliged her to do,leaving her helpless, weak, restless, that dreadful feeling left her in dull soullessness , she knew or wanted to believe that she was born to do something better in her life, anger started brimming inside of her, crackling as fire would devour woods, she hated being caged, the word itself formed acid lead into her insides as if the Etrouvali sensed her kindling wrath it let out a pulsing faint of the most shadest onyx grabbing her arm, abruptly like poof magic shows do, her negative ponderings as well as of all her resentment vanished in the blink of an Elvanarie, like salt robbed out in the thin air when the crashing tides splash harsh on the unforgiving rocks, consequently as the air warmly shifts from boiling volcano to hot breezy soft summer , she began then daydreaming of all the things she'd wanted ,thoughts of her abilities and everything she could be achieved with it , from liberty to the next to be the most powerful Holy witch ever known in the history of her era, a striking thought with an impossible illusion starts forming inside of her mind : she imagined her self an old Lumbre , grown up women & all ,with her prestigious garnements that all of leaders must wear along with it's esteemed respected emblem of her holy household ingrained right down through her left shoulder ,inside of the Manstrel receivinghall all comending and oozing authority from every pores of her cells swinging up and forth her dangling robes as she were demonstrating to the new moon chalked soldiers her immense full capacities of what real superior league should exude : smirking proudly as she'd just dazzled everyone with her splendid powers erupting from her into gleaming gold shape shifting dragon twisting in several spirals and twirling up and down just above the astonished students heads :the room was now full of adored gasps and merry laughter claps ,with the low rushed hissing whispers of admiration,the Lumbré reveled spectacuraly in her new position of supreme idolisation . The little girl flashed cheerfully her white pearly teeth down at her new companion you know the kind of smiles you give when you finally meet your perfect partner in crime but not just for trouble but also the kind we call a truest friend- shedding tears and joys for each other whether, for the miglioré or the peggio - an accomplice to her mischievous long lists of adventures that had yet to be achieved, like the Letti Pensiarae the streghes who'd been gifted to read the mind of the others, the enchanted book embraced her welcoming thoughts of them being accomplices and magically opened itself, it could be her imagination but she felt a tinge of glittering dark sparkling in front of her as if it really pulsed in the excitement of her new offer beginning friendship- she'd felt sad to the Letti that had almost been horribly exterminated by the horrid Diables or who knows by the many awful Los Osscurto witches, she'd thought that gaining such power would be astonishing but alas she also knew that the Damelies were indeed unforgiving heartless ugly monsters ,suddenly Mer startles at the view of a sublime gold burnishing sheer of papers acknowledging her ,a wicked bloodshed eyes set razor on her , it took her a minute to figure that it were hers ,but only with slightly tang of rotten mischeviousness behind it ,it danced naughtly twinkling and winking at her ,a few times frowning to more bronze shades then into teasingly light smirking dances ,it should petrified her into an endless deathly spiderweb shivers,though it only kept mesmerising her ,her jaw fell when the torn edged pages flipped eerily back and forth , swiftly in the thick air till it reached the specific iniquitous entrance message needed to convey ,her breath hitched at the sight of heavy obsidian living satanic sigil :an ebonny ink blazing embers twitching fiercely before her ,an awakened devil from it's infernal cell , it's raging flaming shadows enrobing her from her shoulder sides ,griping her from her little faint fingers snakely up towards her uperarm ,the all impressing symbols were galvanicly enthraling however how much the scriptings were hypnotizing only the dark spellbound ornamental graphic attract her interest , with it's sharp jagged ensnaring crown ,a dazzling half moon encrusted beneath ,then there ..there was again that captivating symbols of that old weird language again the same where the title were ingraved back then at the cover ,she tried reading it but in vain because mainly it accured to her that maybe it was some kind of lost or unknown Linguä that had yet to be discovered Although it seemed doubtful as they already uncovered all of Armenia's inumerable linghäs ,or it could be that it's spell cursed as the words kept switching back and forth ,dangling up from time to time ,changing it 's secret message as if it didn't want to be acknowledged , what an odd thing ,she couldn't fathom the reason of the Grimoire choosing to show her undecipherable key above anything else ,it didn't make sense to her ,nevermind that the little streghe adored elucidating mysterious riddles , it was probably her favorite pass time during the day ,at the beginning she rejoiced at the task given to her fragile little hands,Mer tried to concentrate in order to break the locking Ensorcelement instead all she could achieve was angering the pulsing powers of the Grimoriö,intensifying the hypnotising drums erupting from it ,a surreal throbing sounds kept thunderly knocking at her ears,drumming poundings oscillating through the deepest sheer fabric of her crawling flesh ,drum drum drumming,while the wicked emblems kept lulling her ,enchanting her into bewitching strong incantation ,the nefarious marks had emblazoned themselves hard grave on her mind,she swore that she would remember them for etarnity ,hypnotizing ..so strongly hypnotising until those spinning cryptic Cursed Letras finnaly started clearing out from it's mocking blurring spell , dissipating to form a unique spelling , a Word so vile that it tasted wretchedly of : dread CRUELTY ,insatiable Wrath and Infernal torment of DECEPTIÖN - a torturing tang of the most Venemous Burned Ash of Teruro Cerenö - a despicable ink Poisening Curse Damned by Satan's Hell himself : The Damnation of the Damnations that it made the Horrid Gallowing Nightmare Prison of the most Heinous Diables Criminals Bones Cells brittling in tremendous terror and fright .The curse is distressed sensing that it is abnormally seen, Suddenly a hideous yellowish eyeball of an unkind Demon appears replacing a once beautiful striking half moon phase disegno , a Red malefic iris searches me then when it founds me it pierces daggers on mine, so terrifyingly hard, that Mer harshly yelped throwing it away from her grasps, relieve then seized her poor terrified trembling body, although that she'd yanked it far away she'd still felt that dire sensation that the damned eye was still glaring at her, making yet another wave of cold wrenched shivers running down at her, What in the hellish world had just happened, she'd never know but one thing she was sure of, is that this Grimorio was not Holly at all, as her Ilamas luscicare had not worked on it, not even the tiniest scratch , and she had a terrible feeling that she'd just found a f*******n Sortilege-book , the one that gets you in real deep s**t troubles, especially with their Light Godess Streghe , you know the one who f*******n any Ilamas witch from encountering any of the un-sacrimental blessed chalked moon Odities ,it is considered a crime amongst the Monastry school , if any one saw her with this illicit troubling thing , then Mer is done for , her whole life will be in danger ,shattering all her make believe dreams into shell breaking hell ,if she's caught it's the end for her ,she'll never be a Silver light soldier ever again , nevermind that she won't witness it's ceremony nor will she participate ,before sadness could engullfs her up entirely , she'd decided to take action and to swiftly get rid of the da...then all of sudden a creak sound erupted from the oak wooden entrance door of the so called mortal library followed by to her tremors a call from her GrandNonna :" Esmeraldaaa coquinaa where are you hiding?"........Mierda, Mierda, Mierda.