The Curse of

Chapter 1
It is an ordinary April night in Turin, Italy. Everyone in that town was in their dreams.
Except one lady of the tender age of 16, sitting in front of the Church of the Holy Spirit
with her one year old daughter. She sang: “There was a time, when men were kind; when
their voices were soft, and their words inviting. There was a time when love was blind, and

the Siren
the world was a song, and the song was exciting. There was a time… Then it all went
wrong…” She sang… She feels like that she is Fantine now, falling in love with a man only
for him to abandon her and treat her like scum the second that he learnt she was pregnant.
Where was the man who treated her like a queen? Well, does her song still have that kind
of charm? The type that is crucial to everyone of her kind. Ha, who cares about her
charms anymore? No one. After all, who would she attract? No one. Her once beautiful
appearance had vanished, leaving only the old, ugly, and empty shell. Now, her once long,
shiny, silver-blond hair is a light yellow and cut short. Her once clear, ocean blue eyes are
covered with the fog of age and misery. Her silvery pale skin had turned red, rashes yelling
for her attention, thanks to her dirty rag that barely covered her private parts that she
called a dress. The baby girl in her hands whimpered, trying to get her mother’s attention.
She looked down, at her 4 months old daughter. She quickly covered the infant’s mouth
Notes:  and said: “ I wish that I was lucky and you die of that awful cold you got a few days ago!”
- This work might contain traumatic content(out of my Then, she laid the infant on the step of the church and laid a letter in the bundle of rags
imagination since I have not been through all that) that covered the infant’s paper white skin. The infant stared at her mother with her seas
with islands of dying grass in the center and tried to babel something, seemingly
understanding that her mother does not like her. Her mother left. .Padre Agustin Vitale
- There will be some illustrations, but they are NOT
was an ordinary priest, 30 years of age, who lived in his humble hut beside the Church of
MINE! I found those painting on the internet. I always try to the Holy Spirit. He glanced at his feet and gasped. The infant’s hand are purple now, and
make sure that they do not have any identity attached to them (i she is barely breathing. That cry he heard was her last attempt to save her life. He Quickly
do not want to steal identity) picked up the infant, removing his cloak and putting it around the infant, thinking: “who
- terms in parenthesis will be explained in the last page. would leave an infant this small on the doorstep in a cold night like this? Plus, it was
Easter Vigil... He knew that he must miss matin, but he could not stop himself from
helping that poor girl. He took her back to his hut, yelling to his maid: “ Laura, please
boil some water! Not too hot!” The older woman asked: “why? Father, I thought you were
off to the church!” He said to her: “ well, please do not ask now, I will explain to you later.”
Laura obeyed and went to boil water. When Laura returned with a bucket full of hot
water, she was petrified at the sight of Padre Agustin Vitale holding an infant. That infant
stared at her. She screamed in horror and said: “ this child belongs to the devil, father!”
Padre Vitale ignored her and started bathing the infant. After years of helping his mother
take care of his younger brothers and sister, he knew exactly what to do without the old
woman’s help. When he was done bathing her, he wrapped her in his clock, the only extra
piece of clothing he had, and took her with him to church. He simply did not trust that
older woman with the baby, and he has gotten nowhere else to put her. He kneeled upon
the altar, praying that the little girl is has enough sense to not cry through mass and get
him in trouble. He gave the baby one more look and moved on praying. As people came in,
acid started to fill his stomach. What if the child get discovered? He had not fed her. Why
did he not think about that? Oh no! Please, please, do not cry! He thought. He started mass
as always, and continued on. However, this time, he did not quite focus on the sermon like
he usually does, he thought about the baby. He knew that he should give the girl to
someone more experienced, but no, he could not bring himself to. Something about this
little girl mesmerized him and made him unable to give her up. Well, he must not think
about that now. After mass, it comes the time that he visit thelocal school. He could not
help but bring the girl along with him. He does not know what was wrong with him, but he
could not help but let the infant steal his heart. He fed the baby with some milk that he
bought using people’s tithe, and took her along to school. The sisters at school could not
help but wonder who this child was. So, he told them that it is the child of his sister who
was 16 at the time, who got married and unfortunately died. Well, that is not a lie. He
really did have a sister who was 16 who died in labor. However, the baby died as well. The
infant, again, did not cry. The infant just slept, or pretended to sleep. He thought: “this is a
strange baby. A normal baby would have cried her eyes out by this point.” He shook his
head and kept going to bless the sick and dying. He knew that he could not allow this child
to contract any sickness, he put the infant on the brink of a forest that he must go through
to visit everyone. He
continued merrily on his journey. As soon as the infant was out of his sight, some
realizations came upon him. No, he should not yelled at his maid. No, he should not have
given her his cloak. No, he should not have taken her with him in the first place. Yes, this
child is the child of the demon. Yes, she does deserve to be burned at the stake. Why was he
doing this?! He shall give her to the orphanage right away.
On the other hand, the little baby looked around and tried to crawl out of the cloak.
Everything was intriguing. The intricate patterns of the leaves above her, the sounds of
animals talking to each other, the sound of the wind brushing the leaves… she wanted to
see it all. She wants to see the wolves running around, teaching their young to hunt. She
wants to see the birds flying. She wants to see the river and the fish. She wants to see the
wolves, monkeys, and bears. Maybe she will get lucky and meet them. She feels a strong
connection to the water. She wants to be in it. She wants to go play with the fish and other
animals. Therefore, she crawled out of the cloak, and headed out to the bears. Strangely,
the bear did not attack her, but accepted her presence and played with her. However, the
good time did not last. Padre Vitale came back and found her playing with a little bear,
naked. He got out his sword and slayed the little bear. He snatched the infant, put her back
to her cloak before the momma bear finds them. However, the infant stared at the bear and
babbled. He could not comprehend what happened, but the bear slowly backed away. He
shoot his head and got out of the woods. The rest of the day is spent sorting through
different plans for weddings and funerals, hearing confessions, and teaching children how
to read and write in Latin, and counseling. All through that time, the infant, hidden in a
corner, did not make a sound. After vesper and compline, he decided to sort through the
infant’s rags to see if they are of any use. A letter fell out. When he took a look at the letter,
his jaw dropped: this letter is addressed to his friend, Padre Rosari0 Bellicioni, who has
left for England a few months ago. Knowing that it
would be almost impossible to write his friend for he does not know
where his friend was. He opened the letter.
To the right is the letter, which continues onto the next slide. I
suggest you to read it first
He gasped. So, that is why he made all the stupid decisions in the morning! The
girl was cursing him! No, he cannot keep her. He has to give her away. But who would
take her? No one would dare taking in a strange being like her! That freak! He had done
so well in his spiritual journey thus far, and he is not letting her ruin it! He stared at the
infant. Yes, she does look like his friend, his blood brother, Padre Rosario Bellicioni. No
wonder how beautiful she is! Then, the baby’s look changed. Now, her eyes are just blue
like the ocean, and her hair is silvery blond. The infant’s eyes watered, wanting him to go
to her. However, when he got to her, her entire body turned into a little bird, desperately
flapping his wings. In her ocean blue eyes, there is a murderous glare.
He nearly screamed and did not know what to do. He spilled some holy water on
her and said the exorcism prayer, but the girl only got stronger and attempted to bite
him. He got out his rosary, but she snatched it and yanked it loose. She spoke: “this will
not do any good! I am hungry! Please give me something to eat!” He was taken aback by
this. No baby her age ever speaks! What is this girl? Got some milk and give it to her.
However, the girl refused to drink that no matter how hard he tried to feed her. He got
more and more frustrated. Finally, he gave up his last attempt and shoved the infant
aside. The infant was not happy at all about it and turned into a bird, except her head,
and finally got control to her wings. She flew to the reverend and blocked his way out.
She took out her fangs, which are as sharp as knives, and flung herself at him. As he
struggled, he found his arm bleeding profusely. He did not know what to do. He could
not call for help. What would he say? “His sister’s child turned into a bird with sharp
fangs and bit me? That she is the devil? He could not do control her despite his journey
in the spiritual world?” However, the baby’s hair had turned back to blood red and skin
had turned back the color
Nazario. Should I call you that? Have anyone called
you that for a year? A year since you left me in the
terrifying world of humans? I am sure not! For you are
holy! Ha, Holy! What does that mean? Does it mean
abandoning the love of your life so that you can
achieve some unseen business? Talking about
business, I will tell you about seen ones! You have got
a daughter now. I know, surprising, isn’t it? Maybe
not! Do you remember that night when we sang both
songs of praise from your world and songs of love and
sadness from mine? Do you remember you making the
promises to me that you shall stay with me forever? I
do. Remember when we watched the opera, Rusalka,
together when it first came to Italy? You said that I
will never end up like Rusalka! Now, look at me, I am
her! A being with no soul, and no one to help her! Yet,
there is this child. The product of our “love.” born 7
months after you left us! When I discovered that she
had existed for 1 month inside me the day after you
left us, in another starry night, is… I do not know how
to say it. It was just miserable! I did not know what to
do! I could not go back to the island no more. For I
shall surely drown in ocean now that you left. I have
lost a lot of my powers, you know, the curse of my
 of paper. The islands in her eyes showed back up. She laid on the floor for a minute
before crawling to the reverend, saying: “ you are bleeding too much! Place pressure
on the wound with your other hand and some cloths. Do not move. I am sorry. I
could not control that.” the reverend stared at her, unable to form any emotion or
saying that reproduction of out kind is better. So, I word in shock. He did as he was told. What harm can it done? Maybe he was
morphed her with a water nymph and hot spring hallucinating after falling and gaining himself horrible wounds. The girl climbed up
nymph. However, I have not lost my voice and my to him and cried, which he was too weak to refuse. As the tears dropped on the
wounds, the wounds slowly healed.
beauty. So, I prostituted myself for men. However, that He got up from the ground and went to bed.
is a rough job! I cannot deal with this child anymore! The next day, he got up, get dressed as normal, and repeated his routine.
You shall deal with her. A little bit about her:
1. She is four months old as of tomorrow
2. Her name is Marina Aquaria Mystica
3. Treat her well or there will be dire consequences!
4. I was not kidding when I spoke about her heritage.
5. She can change her appearances between a few of
them.
Oh, and do not for 1 second doubt about her parentage.
Look at her! Look at her! She looks like you! Exactly
the same!
Please, take care of her! For she shall be like the one
born on the 25th of December, and born on the day of
his resurrection. Do not think about abandoning her!
Do not even try to find me since I will have died by
now.
Signed: Sireiney