BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 134

While Jose was still talking to Edgar at home and three of Garnet's servants were looking for Maria, Marco was facing his own hell at the chapel castle on Mount Bjork.

That night, after the steel doors of the tower thumped behind Marco, the silence wrapped up the night. He could not hear Nolan's voice anymore. All around Marco was darkness and a gripping silence.

The room would have been completely dark had there not been a lantern belonging to the previous attackers. One lantern burned on the floor, still burning until now. One more lantern was in the middle of the room, where Nolan was lying, his blood still spattered there.

Marco was in place to observe. The black ghost was also silent after he shot him. From the ghost's body was a thin white smoke. It smells like fat burning. The creature breathed hoarsely, which even made it sound like it was laughing.

Marco's whole body felt numb. His head was still shivering violently repeatedly until this moment, making him tremble from head to toe. Now he understood why the lady-in-waiting Renata had suffered such a great shock and was unconscious until now. This creature in front of him, if that's what Jose and the two Argent ladies saw, was truly horrible and disgusting. Marco felt his intestines wrapped around. His stomach was heartburn and he wanted to vomit and smell the fat that spread in the tower.

The ghost was nearly two meters long, now flattened with all four legs. Four legs. Adult human feet. His body was not very visible because the room was so dark, so all one could see was a black figure twitching. His face was four and gazed in all directions, the skin of his face like a pool, with small holes filling his smooth and flaccid surface. The creature's eyes and mouth were hollow, perhaps because of that he sniffed the air whenever he wanted to find something.

Marco held his breath, calculating the distance. He intended to run up the stairs to the top, then if the monster followed him, he would kick him down. The creature seemed unable to fly, so Marco thought the idea was good enough. He would kick one of the lanterns while running, to make a distraction. Marco satisfied. The plan felt pretty good and safe. He will be a little slow because of his sore legs, but he believes his run is still quite fast. Stamina is enough.

Marco had just raised one leg to step when the black ghost moved all four of its heads slowly towards Marco, then at a terrifying speed ran towards him.

Marco shuddered in horror. His feet froze in place. Reflexes, he pointed his revolver and shot several times, but all that was heard was click click click sound without bullet eruption.

The bullet's over, Marco just remembered. The weapon was thrown forward, hitting one of the faces of the ghost, but it did not affect anything. The revolver fell to the floor and the ghost just got faster. Marco buyak's. He traced the floor, banging his body to the side to avoid the creature—who now hit the wall behind him.

They both kept quiet. Marco crawled on the floor with a gasp of breath. His heart was beating very fast as if it wanted to break into the chest. He groped the floor, searched for weapons, and found one of the scattered short swords. Excited by his invention, Marco flips the body to fight back.

But the sight he saw made Marco almost scream. The creature looked at him with a twisted body. Instead of retreating or turning, the black ghost bent and twisted its body until it was half upside down. Now the two front legs of his body trace upwards, towards the ceiling.

He won't be able to defeat the creature, Marco realized. He dragged his body backwards. His hand accidentally retraced the fire from the broken lantern, he cursed in shock, then got an idea.

Marco drew the sword forward with one hand, then with the other hand slapped the fire on the floor until the spark was thrown in front of the creature.

The black ghost twitched a little, then coiled up quickly twisting its body, looking wrathful. The screams of the creature came out from all over the holes in his body, sounding like it was being shouted from the bottom of the sea because it was rumbling. Marco had no time to think. He dragged his body up and grabbed another lantern. In a hurry, he opened his oil container and poured it towards the creature, which had now hit him. Marco had no time to escape. He was hit by falling to the floor and crushed. Ghosts are heavy. Soft and hot. But the white smoke coming out from every hole in his body was cold.

Marco has great goosebumps. His eyes stared directly into the void in the eye socket of the ghost. There were thousands of tiny white-and-white deep inside those empty sockets. Marco had thought it was some sort of fungus— until he saw that the whites were all moving like they were attached to the heart.

That's maggots.

Marco shouted in horror. The surface of the skin is like being visited by thousands of insects. His stomach was twisted, he felt like vomiting. Marco moved his legs, kicking the creature with all his might until the ghost was thrown backwards. Without giving the creature a chance to move, Marco slashed it with a sword, piercing it, chopping it until the flesh on the face of the pool was torn and scattered.

This is not a ghost, Marco thought, realizing that the creature had a physical form. He stabbed and slashed brutally until pieces of flesh, blood, and maggots splashed his body. It's just a monster, a vilely made creature!

The creature has been torn, now the shape is not because, but the bare feet are still twitching as if alive.

Marco walked gontai down the swivel staircase, grabbing the lantern he had hidden in the waistcoat bundle. After re-dressing his vest, Marco returned to the fluttering creature that was about to reunite. He kicked a lump of red meat away, poured oil on the largest leg, then burned it with the remaining fire.

The creature moved and hissed because it was burning, it emitted more smoke, but it did not die. In fact, his movements grew wild and he tried to get up again. Those broken faces were twitching and twisted in an expression of hate.

Marco took a deep breath and trembled. He raised his short sword which was covered in fat and blood, then swung the thing to slash. The night felt long and endless, but it would continue to slash until the creature could no longer move. This creature only moves at night, so the morning sun should be able to solve all the problems.

Now it's just his fight with himself, whether he'll go crazy first or the morning will come and save him.

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