♱ | 𝐻𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓀 | BSD OC

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You have arisen from ashes and to ashes you shall return.

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|Prologue|

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♥︎Liquid Smooth-Mitski

Audience settled, the curtain was prepared. A semicircle immersed in a sea of darkness, illuminated only by the lights from stage. The caramel, gilded parquet floor shimmered like a water surface, and the red fabric hanging above stage added elegance. Everyone fell silent, gazing in anticipation.

There was a sound of shattered glass, followed by heavy footsteps. Suddenly, the curtain began to rise, allowing light to shine on a small figure. A girl in a mask stood in the middle of the broken glass, with bare, bloodied feet. Her legs were pale, covered in fresh scarlet and scars. She had a thin figure, dressed in lacy white with a mask on her face. The mask was not interesting or ordinary. It lacked shape or pattern. It had no personality or unique appearance, yet it seemed so mysterious. People are always curious about what they are not allowed to know. They always cross some boundary, learn too much.

The Mask began to dance slowly with angelic delicacy. It raised its thin arms upwards, moving its leg to the side. As it moved, it bent backwards. The audience had the impression that a young child had broken its spine, yet no one wanted to interrupt, gazing at the mask. At that moment, black fluid began to seep from within, coloring the mask, allowing the actress to use the liquid to paint a smile. A murmur of admiration passed through the hall; the mask now seemed more human. It was no longer as repellent as before, which was less of an attraction for curiosity, but it gained favor and recognition, despite being just a stiff line of a prop. In their blindness, people believed they knew the intentions of the mask, that they could already see the obvious smile.

Music played calmly, yet dramatically, almost painfully. Quiet, bass tones and slow, high notes of the strings and flutes could be heard. Even the moaned with the striking of triangle.

Suddenly, a new character appeared on the stage.The Devil.

He entered the stage, holding a mask of an artificial cold smile. A long coat covering his shoulders with slow, quiet steps.

The music became sharper, as if it had lost its temperature, and the cold air brushed against the strings. It was as if death itself had taken over the room.

Devil gestured to the child, inviting her to dance. He lightly took the child's hand, not attempting to dance without permission, but the idea of refusal did not even come to mind, his whole posture moved without a flaw, without any human influence.

They danced for a while until the Devil stepped aside, leaving the child to continue the perfect dance. Taking the smile with him.

The Fool show onto the blood-stained surface. In joyful jumps and laughter, he compelled the Mask to dance with him. Leaps, pirouettes, and claps. The performed backflips and tumbles, as if gravitation did not exist. Music was now lively, brisk, yet unsettling. It was like a flight, a moment of horror.

Fool hid behind a red curtain, letting out a raucous chuckle.

Painful, bloody legs suffered more and more. The child lost strength, stumbling. She fell on the stage and wept silently at her pitiful fate. Why? Why did she start dancing knowing it would hurt? Is this a punishment? Is this her punishment for being a bad creature of lies?

Music played calmly, like a dream on a summer morning. The quiet crying disturbed whole melody.

The Demon entered the scene.

He didn't care about the rhythm. He didn't care about the little creature's pain. He approached her, lifting up. The confident smile was encouraging and the darkness of his eyes astonishing. A being out of this world, like the other two. Letting her dance slowly, just like she wanted. No question, no jugement.

Mask rose lumberingly, hoping to die at his hands. The demon just laughed mockingly, leaning towards the piece covering her face. Immediately the Fool's laughter and chuckles reached his ears. He ran to the child, tearing the mask off her face. The devil placed his hand on the back of her neck, causing a cold shiver to run down body.

Suddenly the music took on a new sound. Piano.

Melody is subdued but full of suffering.

The Fool paid homage to the Mask, covering her bloody legs. The devil stood behind her, putting on a crown made of wire and blades, the silver reflected the light and collected the blood. The demon supported the body, taking it under her hand.

Blood was pouring from her wrist.

.'The audience was dead.'

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◇English is not my first language, and I'm not good at orography . [I'm lazy so I used a translator]

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