Become The Adoptive Sister In My Novel
CHAPTURE 66: [Flashback End] No Hope, Better Give Up!

..."If you sell it to the devil then there's no chance of pulling it again."...

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Cleo began to open it slowly, just then she saw a terrible thing. How the book teaches a ritual for darkness.

Cleo quickly reopened Calista's tomb. He carried Calista's body that had not been in the tomb for long. It still looks whole and has no smell at all.

Cleo's grinned smile did she started skinning Calista slowly. He opened Calista's already lifeless body, taking every organ in it and Calista's bones. Out of nowhere the idea came from, Cleo did it anyway. His hands moved as if he knew what was going to happen.

Starting from the neck down, Calista's body really looks like a meat chop. Cleo took each bone and assembled it one by one. Pieces of bone made slowly, until a make it a beautiful stick. It still looks creepy to look at, until Cleo decided to carve it a little.

The bird symbolizes freedom. The golden color signifies prosperity. A calming blue color. There are many elements that Cleo wrote here. He made a stick out of the Calista bone itself.

"Let's try to see if it's useful" Cleo said as she lifted the stick. Nothing's going on. Just an ordinary stick and had no strength. "LIED! THAT WOMAN LIED!" cleo shouted throwing the stick at the table.

The table contained a lot of Calista's blood. Somehow one died but still had blood coming out. Let alone feeling disgusted, Cleo really felt disappointed because her efforts at that time became a failure.

With a furious feeling Cleo opened her window. He looked around, there was a blue moon sign of the turn of the moon. "You create everything but there is no hope. You failed," muttered Cleo slowly.

Somehow the moonlight this time felt brighter. He even pierced through Cleo's body which was at the window. Light up the wand he made using Calista's bones. The light shone right on the tower, even making Cleo feel amazed.

Suddenly a crazy idea appeared in him. He took Calista's body, which was still full of blood, smeared with the wand and took it out just as the blue moon was shining. That was when the miracle happened, the glare from the tower made everyone wake up from their sleep. They thought that if the goddess had already sent another sanit to the area, it was unknowingly just Cleo with her mystical utterance.

From that moment Cleo put Calista's intact head on the cross. Put it out on the wall and every day Calista's blood flows. For one year the wand was carried by the Blood Calista, and when the festival began it would look for another.

When the blue light shines on everyone in the blessing he will seek his prey. At night the victim will feel a very deep pain and then just explode. A rancid smell enveloped the room, but Cleo convinced the citizens that it was the real blessing. A blessing that should never have existed. He said if they were going to go back to the goddess' side, he knew the problem. Only lucky humans can do that.

Cleo grew crazier, as she was the head priest and nothing else bothered her. Cleo sadat if she can't keep Calista hidden in her room. Therefore he made a new room that can only be opened by magic.

In the room Cleo made a throne with Calista's head still stuck on it. "Mother, I'm back" Cleo said as she sat on the throne. Suddenly a pair of hands hugged him. Loved Cleo's body to her face.

...-FLASHBACK END-R...

Amora was still confused by Cleo's actions back then. He felt nervous and quickly walked out from before him. The figure of Cleo that Amora knew, was perfect. He was very calm and even gave a very reasonable sermon.

"Amora?" the heavy voice called out his name. Chandler was still waiting for her with a feeling of worry. "Thank God nothing happened to you" Chandler continued.

"Sister, I'm not feeling well. We'd better get back to the inn" said Amora slowly as she won Chandler's hand.

Chandler immediately understood that something strange was happening to his sister. He started guiding Calista, riding the horse carriage they had rented before.

"Did something happen?" chandler asked still with his worried feelings.

"We better talk about this at the inn" Amora replied as if she didn't want to be disturbed right now.

Amora is showing a different way now. Else with the moment he came, his feeling of pleasure could even be seen coming out. Now that Amora was both looking at the window, the gloomy feeling she felt with a riled up mood.

Amora did not say anything until she reached the inn. Chandler doesn't want to bother his sister. Up in the room, Amora showed her sad face. The desperate face of life that took him nowhere.

"Sister, or do we just give up? I thought I'd get something but I didn't. We better give up on Diana. He wants me, doesn't he? Se-" had not had time to finish his speech and Chandler immediately embraced Amora.

"Not yet, it's not over. It will end if we give up, then hold on for a while Amora because we are the winners" Chandler assured Amora.

Chandler's getting his arms tightened. Take Amora to bed to put her to bed for a while. "You have too many thoughts, don't charge yourself alone Amora. We all exist" Chandler continued.

I don't know what Amora feels, she really wants to cry but can't. He was limp, and his head was dizzy. In her previous life Amora had never felt anything like this. It felt like Amora wanted to return to her world again where she did not need to fight with strength or anything else.

Slowly Amora's eyes began to close in fatigue. A very strange dream for Amora, she floated in a completely black place. There was nothing, no sound or anything.

A few fireflies came right up to Amora. To carry him flying until a light was seen between them. It was Amora's past, when she was still an ordinary human being.

Amora remembered that place, it was her room. He wrote his first story. No one read, Amora remembered that feeling.

"I gave it up one time. There is no talent for writing about it" said Amora in the picture. Right, that was the thing he said because you were quite tired and gave up. However, things that Amora did not realize she continued to write and write. He continued to write even though no one had read it. Four years later Amora became a very famous young writer.