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[Bells_ de_ mor]

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A leather bond journal etched with “De Mor” into its cover with silver lettering.


The journal is riddled with sketches of his face and eyes and thoughts of her life prier to her new life.





Before my new life I was on my way up the social ladder. I was a Countess. I was feared and people moved as I moved like a chess board. I remember the night my “Mentor” showed me him. The one thing that became my every waking thought. He caught me, my mentor flipping through the pages of a dusty journal, I was about to through the journal into a stack of others I had combed threw till those strong set eyes stared at me. It was if they leapt off the page and were pulling me into them.

Days later, I was placing the books and sketches I had of him in a safe box in Trinsic till a man. A man that had the power to take over your very being and mold you and twist you into his will. I easily fell to this. I was weak a mere tool to be used. The man had soft features like a angel but could strike fear in you if needed. He would be the man that i would become bond to by blood but would yearn the affection and approval of another.

Anfalas or master as I call him brought me to the very thing that for months I had yearned for. I stood in front of him staring at him like a fool a wormless mouthed fool. I answer his questions, they were cold and heartless. Nothing like I expected him to be like. Then it happened, He slide his fingers along my jaw and whispered in my ear. My heart was ringing in my ears i wanted to grab him and make him whisper again in it. Till, I finally heard the words “ you know nothing my dear”. and then the static of his touch was gone. Anfalas changed me that night and gave me my new life. As I died I stared at him and as I woke from my new life my eyes were on his again.

I was always looking to please and give Anfalas my attention until he walks into the room. Then its like a mental block accurse and all I can do is stare at him and look to catch his attention. One day he said “Eager newborn Anfalas”. this made me lean closer toward him as if I could have placed my hands cupping his face and stared at his flawless features for eternity.


I completed the task he assigned me. I gathered the belongings he asked for and then drained my Mentor and eleven of the other elders and burned the building. I hope he may allow me to keep the small painting of him as a reward.



Small sketches of his eyes below the entry