Preys and Predator Part II; the monster and witches' Chapter 29

 

29.

“How could you…… not tell me earlier?” Justine looked at Victor. “I was imprisoned…...”

“Detained, Justine. They did it to protect you.” Victor cut in.

“Detained? Am I a murderer? I was innocent. I had not recalled the night’s events, but now I do. And you knew all along, yet you kept it from me and them.” Justine's anger was justified. “I was kept in isolation as if I were a monster.”

“No…… no…. I did not know earlier. I only got to know the…… confession when I saw the wound on Henry’s hand. He …… I confronted him, and he confessed.” Victor flashed to the day he got Henry to speak the truth. His mind also had flashes of Henry with it. It drove him to anger, and then …… he would not deny it, jealously.

Henry was a servant, a discard of society, and yet he has the will to seduce his creation. Was it not his? He created it, and only he shall have the devotion of it and not another.

“No, Victor. You are selfish. Always had been. You wanted to protect your …… cares. You are only concerned about them.” Justine screamed. “I …”

“You are my care too.” Victor cried out. “I care for you.”

“Do you? Or was it…… You felt lost, and I was there. Or I will be gone. Or do you sympathize with me?”

“No!” Victor was at a loss for words. Then he was unsure. Was the loss of the creation that made him look for Justine? He felt the pain inside. He had juggled in him the feelings he may have for Justine, or was it affection or just lust? He had other ladies, but they were all another fuck to him. He had compared Justine to... he had no others. Justine was plain, but she was his peer. Her work was comparable to his. She could relate to his works.

“No, I do not……sympathize with you. I do care, but Henry is……”

“Victor, what is Henry to you? A brother you had lost? A servant to your calling? What am I then?”

“Henry assisted me in my work. We created the item I wanted.” Victor found his words hollow then. He created it. Henry did not do much. He ……. Cheated Victor of his creation. He defiled it.

“I get it, Victor. I never mattered.” Justine turned away. “I am just one of your students. The only consolation was we never fucked.”

“No, Justine.” Victor was stunned by her words. He never had thought of Justine like the others. “I think I love you. More than I ever knew.”

“Love is an empty vessel that needed both sides to fill. I am not ready to do so. Do fuck off.” Justine turned to walk away. “Just to let you know, your brother William tried to fuck me, and I was not for it. If not for Henry, I would have been. Our bloods were never shared.”

“William?” Victor was shocked. He looked at the lady he had confessed his love to. He was lost. He was angry.

“Yes, your own brother was to force himself on me. I fought him, and Henry was there. He was naked too.”

“Henry? It cannot be.” Victor shook his head. The lady had walked away.

“Henry, you are the cause of this.” Victor murmured to himself. Unseen by him, another was also murmuring then.

“Victor, if only you knew.” Elizabeth had trailed Justine and saw the kiss. She heard everything. She had lost William, and that was not a real loss. It was Victor; she felt the loss. He had spoken of his love, and it was not for her.

“I will have my vengeance.” In the studies of psychology, vengeance involves the strong desire to inflict harm or punishment on someone who has wronged or caused suffering to oneself or others, often driven by a need for retribution and a sense of justice.  It is the urge to kill.

"He longed to revenge himself on everyone for his own unseemliness" in Fyodor Dostoevsky's The Brothers Karamazov. It meant the character feels a deep desire to hurt others because of his own perceived flaws and inadequacies. 

Love holds its avenue for many reasons.

“Mortal, you summoned my master, but you are a minion to his call. He sent me instead.” Ernest heard the calls of ththat stood there.

“I am not a minion. I have done the work required……” Ernest protested.

“Mortal, you read some verses and considered yourself a master. Please amuse me. Are you a master at it, or do you want me to spank you?” The demon laughed. It was a small, definitive figure with the shape of the huge head with the protruding eyes, hollow cheeks, and wide mouth, and the body frame was a child still wearing the diaper around the groin.

“This is not a diaper but an apron. Like you, I want not to show you everything.” The demon read Ernest’s mind. “My salutation is Master Beezer, or in full……. You will not know how to read it.”

“I am …….”

“Master Ernest Frankenstein, crippled son of the family. Speak your request.” The demon cut in. “Do you have any vodka? I am thirsty.”

“I called on you to avenge the death of my brother, William.” Ernest reckoned even the minion could do the task of the master. “Find his murderer. For now, it is a lady, Justine Moritz. You may kill her.”

“Presumption here, mortal. I will not deny or confirm anything here. I am merely the messenger……pardon me, the one assigned here.” The demon smiled. “The request made holds an exchange.”

Ernest kept his silence. He was a novice at this.

“In exchange. I…… we will have……. Talk about that latter. The task is to be done, mortal. We will do so.” The demon looked at Ernest. “Hold onto your breeches. It takes time to plan and execute.”

At the mansion of Countess Karnstein, the battle was to erupt.

“Sisters! This is my coven, and my battle.” The countess coven cried out. “You have no cause to be here.”

“We do. The coven of Wallachia holds protection for the men. They are not any mortal, but they are under our care.” The coven of Wallachia comprised six others, all dressed in red with the green cloak.

“Lissa?” Spielberg looked at the newly arrived ladies. “Is……”

“Countess Karnstein, we were sacrificed to protect them. We have an oath to uphold.” The new coven voiced out. One of them turned to look at the man who called her name.

“Spielberg, my dear. I am here. I am fine. Please stand aside while we deal with our sister coven.” The witch there looked back at the others. “Your battle does not involve them. You wanted your blood essence, and it can be given back to you but on one condition. The men are spared.”

“My son! I want my son back.” The Общий roared out. “He must …….”

“He will not be, my dear.” The voice was from another witch of the other coven with Lissa. “He was foul. He died not by her but by another.”

“Annabelle? It cannot be …… You cannot be here. You are not one with them.” The Общий cried out in his weaker voice. “I do not …….”

“Alphonse, it is me. Now is not the time to talk.” The witch looked at the countess. “Do we have a deal?”

A deal was to be worked out between the Theology Society and its members.

“We vote that members shall invoke the Sword of Damocles on the Frankenstein.” The leading founder of the society called out to the gathered. “Long have we waited, and the moment to act is now.”

“Mrs. Muriel, I can concur with you.” Ms. Landis nodded to the chairperson.

“I, Doctor Edward Theodore III, concur.”

“I, Irwin Wallace, cannot agree.” The legal professional shook his head. “The Frankenstein’s have been under our purview for long, so have the other families. They are all observed, but none……had shown any signs of……being against the law of God.”

“They are the followers of the deviant.” Ms. Landis voiced out. “The Society is pledged to uphold the sanctuary of God towards mankind. They have been …….”

“Informed to us by our counterparts from their land. But none has been proven to act otherwise.” Irwin debated. “The purge of the witches …….”

“It was effective.” The doctor in the committee added his view. “The witch trials, a series of hearings and prosecutions of people accused of witchcraft, was between February 1692 and May 1693. More than 200 people were accused. Thirty people were found guilty, nineteen of whom were executed by hanging, of which fourteen were women and five were men. A few died in the disease-ridden jails.”

“Do I sense discontentment or sarcasm in your tone, Irwin?” It was raised by the chairperson.

“No, ma’am. I am merely stating the facts.” Irwin defended his points. “It was the deadliest witch hunt in the history of colonial North America. The Salem witch trials only came to an end when serious doubts began to arise among leading clergymen about the validity of the spectral evidence that had been used to justify so many of the convictions and due to the sheer number of those accused, "including several prominent citizens of the colony."

“We put it to a vote now.” Mrs. Muriel pressed on. “Do we persecute The Frankenstein?’

The vote was a unanimous approval. The chairperson then dismissed the gathering and spoke to Irwin.

“Esquire Irwin, you may remove yourself from the committee. We thank you for your service rendered.”