Madrid,
Spain,
June 11 ,2033
14:03.
Dear diary
My smiles, tears, joy, sadness,perhaps they are only different shades of the same emotion. Life repeats itself more than we admit; stories of long ago return wearing new faces. Some ended in happiness, others were drenched in tragedy from the beginning.
I don't really know why I'm writing this. I've heard people confide in diaries, whisper their secrets into pages that never judge.
So I suppose… you're here to listen.
I saw her today.
God she was as captivating as ever😍.
Her smile could charm the darkness out of me, as if she carried sunlight in her palms. She moved like a dream, an angel wrapped in starlight.
I don't know why she consumes my thoughts, why my senses collapse into chaos when she is near. My heart beats like a storm kept barely in chains, and I lose myself in impossible daydreams.
People say this feeling is called love.
I would know nothing of love until her😚.
Before she appeared, I was someone else entirely.
A monster, they whispered.
A killer… a psycho… a fiend.
Yet somehow, she reached into the wreckage of who I was and found something worth saving.
Her presence is a balm to my fractured soul, soothing edges I once thought carved in stone.
With her, even the storm learns to quiet.
♥️ Esmeralda 💙
They say you can keep secrets well.
So here is mine.
A truth burned to ash,
buried deep within my heart,
a beginning I swore I would never revisit.
But you will listen, won't you?
You won't judge.
Just take what comes as the start of my story
the story of who I was
before the fireflies returned to my world.
Ancient Spain
Hispana
50BCE
Rain poured down in violent sheets, swallowing the world in shadows as Carlos sprinted through the alleyways, breath ragged, lungs burning, heart pounding, footsteps echoed behind him,closer, heavier,until fear drove him into a dead end corner.
He slammed a trembling hand against the brick wall and screamed:
¿Quién eres? (Whoare you), what do you want from me"
A low chuckle slipped through the rain.
"Come on… I expected more from you carlos."
"Don't be a crybaby."
Carlos froze.
He knew that voice.
"A-Andre…?" he stammered.
"How did you get out? You should be."
"Dead"
Andre stepped forward, a cruel smile stretching across his face.
"I know."
"But I'm not. And I won't be , not until I take everything you took from me."
Carlos felt his fear crawl beneath his skin, shaking his bones.
"Andre, listen… I made mistakes, I know. Big ones. But please find a place in your heart to forgive me."
Andre's laughter cracked through the storm like thunder.
"Forgive you? I should forgive you?"
"You betrayed me, Carlos. You killed my brother , you killed my mama ,you showed me misery ,you turned my story into a tragedy, you then shoved me into hell and watched me burn."
"And now you think you deserve mercy?"
He stepped closer, eyes gleaming with rage.
"You're going to pay for what you did, for the lives you ruined. Every scream, every tear, every drop of blood, you will answer for them."
Carlos then started moving toward a stick
"what do you think you are doing".
Carlos grabbed a broken stick from the ground and charged at Andre. He swung with everything he had.
Andre hit the ground hard, blood trailing from beneath his eyes.
Carlos struck again,
and again,
and again,
"So much for the avenger, huh?" Carlos spat.
"What were you trying to prove?"
"You're still the same dumbass as before."
His voice trembled, anger melting into years of resentment.
"I always hated you."
"You were always the favourite always acting like the big brother."
"You took everything from me and called it love."
"You dragged me to your mother and made me call her mommy, well maybe that's why I had no trouble killing her."
"You ruined my childhood."
His voice cracked into rage.
"Now it's time to do what I should have done my self…"
"I'll finish the job."
Carlos raised the stick and brought it down again relentless.
Flesh, bone, blood
until Andre's head looked like a blood pie.
He spat on the motionless body.
"Tell your mama and brother I said adios."
"Bye, Andre."
Carlos cleaned the blood off his face and turned to leave then,
"Is that your best shot?"
"You hit like a baby."
Carlos spun around.
His eyes widened as he watched Andre's wounds heal fast, unnaturally fast.
"What the hell, how… how are you not dead?"
Andre stood, smiling as though death were a joke
"What you all did to me was a blessing in disguise and a curse upon humanity."
"Because tonight… Carnage is born."
Carlos tried to run but his legs refused.
Terror paralyzed him, as though invisible chains held him in place.
"You're not human…"
"You're a ghost no, a dream this must be a dream"
Andre chuckled darkly.
"You were always the smart one."
"Right about one thing I'm not human."
"And yes, this is a dream…"
"…but only a nightmare for you."
He leaned closer,
"Everyone deserves mercy except you."
"Your heart is black, your path haunted, your soul poisoned by greed and wickedness and so I will purge you for your sins."
Carlos collapsed to his knees, tears falling with the rain.
"Andre, please… don't kill me."
"Spare me. I swear it was the guards! They… they forced me!"
Andre tilted his head then laughed.
"Didn't look forced when you were smiling , and you were bold to tell me you killed my mama and for that I will pick you apart , I will cut you into a million fractions , I will burn your body to ash before you burn in hell , you won't have the honour of having a proper burial because nobody will ever be able find your body".
"Enough talk now it's time."
"Say hello to the people in the underworld for me…"
"…they are friendly you know."
"No—no—NOOOOOOO!"
Carlos's scream was swallowed by darkness.
⏳ To Be Continued..