CHAPTER NO.1
24 October 1994, Brooklyn, NY
Sebastian Clover. A 28-year-old American man, tall, empty blue eyes, medium length black long straight hair, pale skin as death, slim but fit, gothic style and an intelligent character, kind, humorous, romantic and gentle. It's 3:00 in the morning, witch time, where anything can happen. Sebastian was wandering around the Gosth forest of New York for a walk in contact with nature with only the cold breeze of October and the smell of dry leaves that envelops him. The leaves creak at every step and the atmosphere is darker, the cicadas that sang have now ceased creating complete silence. He begins to feel his heart beat up without any reason, panic grows with every second that passes as if in his mind is the suffocating sound of a clock hands and starts sweating cold. Sebastian stops for a moment near a circle of trees feeling his head start and a strange sense of... attraction, as if there was some kind of energy that attracts him more and more, he feels observed by something or someone, all the glances pointed at him. She turns slyly towards the tree beside him, imagining the roots reaching his feet and blocking him from running as the leafy branches stretch toward his neck and slowly tighten his neck ensuring a slow death and anxiety. The terror is getting to his head. He immediately looks away from the subject and looks back at the circle of trees, only that there suddenly there is a warm feeling different from that of the cold breeze, a smell of burning wood and human sounds that he is not producing. In the center of the circle there is a large high and alive bonfire that burns with intensity, around it there are several women who walk around him and do strange things around while pronouncing long sentences that from Sebastian's distance can not be deciphered or well heard. All wear long black gothic dresses in silk or lace, the fabrics seem to dance with every movement of their body, the sound of indelible sentences seem curses or prayers to unknown people who worship with adoration. Sebastian's steps begin to proceed without him being able to control them, he gets so close that he can feel the flames burning and illuminating in the darkness and clearly hear the prayers that women say...
ーMy dark mother Lilith, hear me; oh how i love you, Lilith, I meditate on your message all day long & you grant me your strenght, courage and rebellious spirit, allowing me to feel confident and to love my self once again...ー
The attraction increases. the breath becomes heavier.
ーI look at your glorious face, wich is bright on the right side and dark to the left, i find confort and feel safe, knowing you are watching over me...ー
The steps continue. the smell of burning wood and incense is like a drug.
ーI listen for your enchanting voice wich is as soft and smooth as oil, in the wistling breeze and the bellowing wind, & you teach me ancient wisdom and divine secrets...ー
The heart beats faster every minute. begins to hallucinate shadows flying between the branches of trees.
ーI smell your fragrance of your seductive spirit and taste your honey-sweet name, whenever I smile, as I overflow with gratitude for all have you done for me...ー
He feels a hypnotizing fragrance that is driving him crazy.
ーLilith, Woman of Harlotry, Queen of the Desert, Ancient Goddess, oh how I love you and I love others for your sake all day long...ー
The witch leader of the club with a serious and threatening look towards Sebastian. She is Thorn Crimson, a 23-year-old Polish woman, short, with darkened celestial eyes, long black, smooth hair reaching her mid-chest, cadaverlike skin, hourglass body, traditional gothic style and selfish, lustful and powerful character. Sebastian is mortally terrified by Thorn's look and aura, regains control of his body and movements and the first thing he does is simply, as any person with common sense would do, run as far away from the Gosth forest as he can. Thorn grabs his shirt for a moment, letting him drag her into the race, her goal is to drive him away.
ー Hey! Sebastian Clover! Don't you dare run away from me! Your worst mistake was getting close to us! Face the consequences! ー Thorn yells with her deep and feminine voice at Sebastian.
He is worried by how she knows his name while being a total stranger, he had not even used a fraction of his breath to talk with her... How did she know? But this is not the thing to think about at this moment, he just had to run until his lungs allow it. His breath is short but by his great fortune, Thorn falls between the colored and dry leaves of autumn, she raises her head staring at Sebastian run to the exit of the forest and from the depth of her diaphragm screams with anger:
ー Now you can run away! but be aware: I will persecute you until the end, I swear on my own soul! ー
The silence falls.
