A infernal chronic realize an episode that beyond the borders of Dante's nine circles to be recorded in the memory of some early-century Caracas. Fidelius
When he arrived to hell, social activity that existed in the darkness was very precarious. The fear of those convicted of being kidnapped or killed at the hands of the mob overwhelmed, had destroyed the ability of the most fun. The nights were spent in the solitude and in the streets or the underworld was given appointment in the traditional corners, for fear of being victims of looting or military. Fidelius
radically changed that reality. Had been assigned to the Mayor and cultural promoter of the fifth circle Cain where about violent moans, and where are those who committed the sin of love. His well-earned reputation as an irresistible seducer, in the cream of hedonistic and luxurious area, had led him to make that place was one of the most coveted by humans, convicted and some other species of the outer underworld.
Until the situation began to decline, and is that even in hell would have to agree that failure to maintain certain rules, the company is heading for disaster and it did. Fidelius gave nothing less than the love of Francesca and Paolo charged with high treason against the sacred circle, was forced to flee before being thrown into the last level. It happened
one afternoon when he decided to approach Ghótika, your favorite bookstore, looking for something new. Enjoyed mixed among the people eager to get to his favorite author, eager to find reading less palpable reality that offered the news, reality shows and some soap, the aroma of food used books to encourage millennia. It was a year when the economic crisis and some measures had been resolved and could easily get to enjoy the seductive new lovers. Sade chose a book, I wanted to reread the prude and more familiar with the gruesome stupidities of the women who arrived at the premises claiming a hellish unfair treatment in their accountability or otherwise claiming false regrets.
came in thinking that when the watchful eyes of Francesca landed on his neck, her shoulders in her belly, making him feel that all his blood as wine aged jealously hoarded, going back and forth from his body shaken by that tide an unexpected frenzy, as if she had been listening to your thoughts and would like to show that there was no prude, warn that better reading was the story of Lancelot and Guinevere, as he held the minds, guts and lust permeated with habitual under which had also succumbed to the unfortunate Paolo. After a brief search
Internet, found a place like that confer further powers to continue their immortal soul. Caracas was no longer a branch of the sky, in recent decades had become an infernal city and decided that this would be an interesting place for your lifestyle. I knew what was at risk to try to live as a mortal again after so many centuries, but also knew that the condition to remain immortal among them, was to keep his lustful nature and do not make the mistake of allowing a pure feeling of love, before This was certainly never decline.
was during the years when the night was the Mecca of most youth, night clubs and nightclubs not closed its doors years in which the drug along with prostitution were the big night dominatrix Caracas. Fidelius had thought of first place in Puerto Rico for that of the frequent deaths assigned to the chupacabra, a situation very convenient for their purposes, but hated the reggaeton so opted for choosing to live in Caracas and Los Palos Grandes, a place where I could observe when the sun soothed his ruthlessness on the afternoon of the capital, causing the decline Ávila their greenness while hopelessly blurred with the passing of the hours to become a dark spot wanting to devour the city.
rented an elegant studio contacted controlling the business of nightclubs, drug trafficking and gave the insatiable task than did best from the beginning of time, suck the essence of beings until stay in or a single drop of blood, dignity, pride, or of life. In its history, was not that known to Siloam, a voluptuous brunette, stripper in the bar of the old Danilo Rivas, the man who had been connected with the underworld. A mud sylph who subjugated by her tenderness, her skin, her mouth inviting him to suck and possess indefinitely forever and ever. Every day counting the hours to view the steps that separated it - look elsewhere boy - then advised him that it knew Danilo Siloam - That flower and has an owner -
So let him know it too, warning also that being a humble young woman coming of Petare, was stupid or naive and not having that office was easy prey. For the hell of Fidelius temperament was no turning back, it had sunk in a cruel punishment which nothing could satisfy an irrepressible yearning for redemption, surrender to an almost naive love that knows no tricks or traps, and is only happy if he loves happy.
For the first time he saw himself naked and felt cold, was facing a mirror that he only returned a rusty dark shadow, a shadow that disfigured his face like a bad memory. She felt small and exhausted of life. How do you see it, intuit its ambiguous nature, precarious source.? How to ask to accompany him to exist in eternal darkness, if she had invented the light.
He had been loved by princesses Norse had their feet to the most sought after Eastern and African royalty, drunk to the last breath of life for the noblest of European societies, intimate friend of Rasputin who supplied him with perverse pleasure when the Tsarevich it took for bleeding and not stop, he drank to satiety Eloisa's crying, desecrating their habit and their dreams by posing as Abelard, now aspired only to be loved by that woman blessed with a tropical aroma and melao Capin.
was past midnight when I decided to approach the bar of Danilo and wait until he finished his shift. He was sure to convince his love, surrender, sacrifice themselves to lose his eternity so to have it. Would not go, I hated to see how her hips eyes lit up with desire of men, he felt scared for her and he never felt fear, a desire to protect her, taking her to a place spotless. Both enjoy the helplessness, abandonment of their victims and now was the martyr of an uneasiness that only she could quench.
The approach was calm, confident with a smile that burned inside him and made him wonder if it would, perhaps, the face of Eve when God created it. Everything happened in fractions of seconds. Its proximity to flash on his face, his breath brushing her neck, her breath penetrate into the bowels, and then an earthquake was when the rapture making merciless plead in silence to the Divine mercy, in order to earn your body. Siloam
just kissed him on the cheek, said goodbye and went back leaving long forgotten, as gentle running water and clean, that does not stop a stone can not muddy the mud. Siloam water that redeems the horror and drought, leaving puzzled himself, stripped of their miseries and redemptive immeasurably reduced it to dust and ashes. Elena López Meneses
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