The Romance Seru
The Forgotten Hermes

Mauricio Pascal is almost done. The man in his late 30s still incised colorful firm lines in his canvas. His studio was filled with oil paintings that were hung on the walls or simply placed on the wooden floor. Mauricio graduated from a painting course three years ago and diligently attended exhibitions at several art and cultural festivals.

He lived his life as a pharmacist. For him the job was tedious and to be honest he was a bit fed up with the smell of medicine. Moreover, he always harbored an extraordinary desire to become an artist. Her painting hobby has often been sneered by her parents who both work as medical personnel, namely nurses and pharmacists.

But Mauricio did not give up, after accumulating enough savings during his time working at the hospital, he eventually decided to move to the Milan suburbs. Mauricio takes art classes while working part-time at a small dispensary.

His life is amazing, even though Mauricio doesn't make a lot of money, he's happy. Her heart blossomed if someone offered her artwork. Although he once sold a painting he worked on for two weeks for only 200 euros, Mauricio remains proud of him.

Sret sret sret

The sound of Mauricio's paintbrush sounded a bit dry on the canvas. The man dipped his brush again in his oil paint, mixing blue and white to produce a light blue hue.

Mauricio spent all his savings to buy all the best canvas and oil paint in town. She even bought her best cat food for her friend Louie, who had yellow hair.

The cat appeared to be lying on the window, with its stomach exposed to the sun. Mauricio likes his studio. He rented a loft to an elderly couple who were retired civil servants. They used to spend the day growing vegetables and raising bees.

His studio now smells of oil paint mixed with the gentle and soothing aroma of pumpkin pie with cinnamon made by the owner of the friendly house. There was a glimpse of a sad look from the artist as he looked around his studio. He was happy living in this small town, but why did he have to accept this bad fate?

There was a commotion outside, Louie woke up and squirmed her body. The cat silently approached his master and rubbed his body against the master's feet. Mauricio looked out of his window. He saw some sort of military car the size of a small bus and some people came out of it while wearing hazmat clothes.

The show was about to start, right on schedule. Mauricio suddenly coughed violently. He spewed out a few molumbium worms from his mouth. I don't know when and where Mauricio was infected, which he obviously felt his body tired continuously and not lust after eating. Mauricio now often sleeps while walking. Just know he fell asleep and woke up somewhere else.

Mauricio saw the worms writhing on the floor. Although I have experienced it many times. He could never get rid of that disgust and disgust towards the parasitic alien.

Mauricio turned on his portable computer that was just placed on the floor. And then he used his ladder to go downstairs.

There he saw Mr and Mrs Russo the owner of the house was welcoming his guests. Mrs Russo handed out a few pieces of her flagship pumpkin pie to the officers. Of course they could not eat it because of their hazmat clothes, requiring to wear some kind of helmet all the time.

"Are you trying to play a trick on us?" Ask the officer.

"No, I purposely made it from morning for you guys." Mrs Russo denied without leaving her friendly smile.

"If we take off our helmets, you'll attack and spit out the alien worms in our faces, right?" One of the officers accused.

"For God's sake, no. It's me alone, Alberta Russo speaking." Tears begin to expand in her iris.

"Sorry madam, we regard your current hospitality as the survival instinct of the molumbium that dwells in your body. Come here, there's no need to try weird tricks on us who are here to help you" said the military officer coldly.

Alberta sobbed, she leaned on the shoulder of her thin husband who just patted his shoulder softly. Mauricio noticed from afar, the clothes the Russo couple wore were their favorite outfits that they used to wear when they were worshipping at church. The couple is ready.

It has been more than two months since the Italian government imposed strict isolation on an area around the city of Milan that includes a village of fewer than 3,000 people and an old winery. Learning from the bitter experience of five years ago, when the Corona outbreak had claimed nearly three thousand lives, the government did not want to take the risk.

The Milanese government has closed the Michellin Il Giotone star restaurant as it makes customers eat molumbium. Andrea Ricci thought a pinch of molumbium powder would not have much effect, in fact the majority of consumers are addicted but the medical authorities are difficult to find molumbium for their therapy.

Simultaneously, a molumbium outbreak spread in the vineyard area. People are unknowingly infecting each other. The longer infected, the more aggressive the sufferer and attack other humans to be transmitted unknowingly. This symptom is only experienced by patients with molumbium infection in Italy, in Mexico the transmission is fairly passive and slow.

Andrea Ricci has received a life sentence for her crimes, but she decided to end her sentence sooner by slitting her own throat with a razor inside the prison.

"From the data, there's a tenant living in the attic of your house, what's his name? Mauricio Pascal, huh?" the officer confirmed when several other officers led the elderly couple out of his house.

Mauricio gasped when his name was called. He turned around and was about to return to his studio in a rowdy move.

"Master Pascal!" One of the officers called him.

Mauricio managed to return to his studio with a breath of breath. He was so tired, those molumbiums had completely drained his energy.

"Mr Pascal? Are you trying to escape?" One of them went into the studio. Although the hazmat clothes he was wearing looked heavy, the person moved quite agilely, indicating that he was a trained military member.

"My name is Mauricio Pascal, an artist! And you're the government officer who tried to kill me!" Mauricio said loudly.

"Mr Pascal, you have hundreds of worms and thousands of mutated molumbium eggs in your body. You cannot be healed. We just want to help you" the military officer explained.

"Who's your name?" Ask Mauricio.

"I'm Patrick Lorenzo, come downstairs. Let's get this over with" Lorenzo said.

"Can I make a final request?" Ask Mauricio.

"Auction all my paintings, the money must be received by my parents so they can take care of Louie." Mauricio looked at the officer seriously.

"Alright" Lorenzo nodded.

Mauricio coughed violently again, and spewed out some molumbium tails onto his wood floor full of splashes of oil paint. He fell down, his breathing stinged.

Patrick realized that his eyes had changed. He was no longer Mauricio, the molumbium had taken over his body. The reaction is always shown by people with type two molumbium infection if they are near healthy humans. It was a survival reaction and a strong desire to reproduce in a new host.

Mauricio grabs a pair of scissors out of nowhere and moves to tear off Lorenzo's hazmat suit.

"Damn it!"

Dor's!

Lorenzo had just broken Mauricio's cranium with a bullet lodged in his revolver.

"Damn it! Shit!" Lorenzo berated for regretting his actions.

The entire studio was filled with the splashes of fresh blood of the artist. Fractions of skull bones and loose brain clumps do not escape scattered on the floor mingling undisturbed. And as usual, the hundreds of molumbiums were creeping out of the bodies of their dead hosts.

"Fucking worm!" Lorenzo sprayed some kind of insecticide from a spray bottle that had been attached to his belt with anger. The man in hazmat clothes felt goosebumps watching the evil worms wriggle and let out a poignant scream.

"Is there a problem? I heard gunshots" someone came up to the attic studio.

"Oh my goodness, did he attack you?" After seeing the bloody mess inside.

"The painting got a bit of a blood stain, I promised to auction it off ... Come on, help me get this guy's body down. He had to be cremated with the others. Is it ready?" Lorenzo asked while clutching Mauricio's ankle.

"Yes... Most of the infected villagers have been sedated for euthanasia and... Oi! What'sthat?" lorenzo's partner pointed at Mauricio's laptop that was on. Hundreds of chats appeared unpretentious in the comments column.

[Crazy! Sadistic hell!]

[this hoax, it looks engineering]

[It turns out that there was a small town near Milan with an infection. Crazy government can hide the facts like this]

[This sadist, let's report to the admin for the video]

[this hoax is]

[hii goosebumps look at the worm]

[This expert, I've checked Patrick Lorenzo's name out. Look at him in a lot of pictures in Italian army uniforms. Valid!]

[the video will soon be streamed with admin]

[i have saved. Let the whole world know]

[Ha! Look at those soldiers again confused now look at the camera. I think they are seriously not aware that from now on Mauricio live streaming on his youtube channel]

[so brutal!]

[pity Mauricio. I'm interested in buying the painting when is the auction?]

[Mauricio RIP]

[Mauricio RIP]

[Mauricio RIP]

[This hoax, the real crossover]

not connecting huh? yes starting this chapter and so on will be edited further can be read in ******* under the title THE BRIDE OF OLYMPUS.