Belladonna of Sadness Page #3

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What awaits

In the pale march of time?

Not a life,

Not a grave,

But the mirage of a dead heart.

Or could it be...

A woman's crimson blood.

So you've finally come,

my beloved!

Spit on by all, and now

abandoned by your own husband!

How I've been waiting for this moment!

Jeanne, since the day you were

born into this world,

you were my friend,

my ally.

You and I have been

destined for one another,

because of your wicked heart

and devilish charm.

It was you who pulled me down!

Touching me... exciting me...

into this hell!

Exactly!

A black dog bit me, that was you!

His fangs cut me.

Thorns tore into my flesh.

Those were you too!

They burned like fire.

That's right!

But I'm also the one who saved you.

Saved me?

I have no need for puny souls

who would throw themselves at my feet.

My lust hungers for souls

crushed under the weight of despair,

driven to cursing God, mad for vengeance.

Yours is coming along quite nicely!

Ah, how beautiful you are today.

The state of your body, your spirit...

That is what stokes my desire

and fills me up!

Satan!

So they call me.

Now, my wife.

Tell me what you want.

I'll give you anything.

What do you want to do?

Something bad.

What?

Anything... so long as it's bad.

Good answer! That's the Jeanne I know!

Now give me your womb, Jeanne,

your soul...

And take what I have to give!

Spring came around,

even to the desolate wilderness.

Suddenly Jeanne discovered

that she was not alone.

Nature was there.

You are beautiful, Jeanne.

It can't be!

I thought I had gone to hell.

This is hell?

I gave myself to Satan.

I should be a wrinkly old witch by now.

My hair a tangle of

venomous serpents,

my skin green like a toad,

black flames coursing

through my veins!

This can't be me.

I'm being deceived!

I want to become a horrifying woman.

I want people to turn away in horror

when I pass by in the street.

I don't want to forget anger and hatred!

Who says anger and hatred are ugly?

You have become beautiful, Jeanne...

Yes...

Like a young girl in love...

radiant.

You are even more beautiful than God.

Back in the village, it was

another bleak springtime.

Jean was back to being

an ordinary farmer.

Nothing had changed...

until a dark shadow

crept upon the village.

The black death.

Infection spelled certain death.

Michel, you've noticed.

Who are you?

Jeanne, the witch.

Wh... Where are we?

Out of this world.

It's all coming back to me now.

I was taken for dead

and dumped in the graveyard.

Last I remember

is trying to crawl out.

I didn't expect to see you

in the afterworld.

What are you doing?

It's medicine.

Liar! That flower's poison!

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