"It's cold," Evelyn thought to herself. Her eyes were closed, her body lay on the floor of the room. Somehow, she felt better here than in her own bedroom... She opened her eyes slightly, looking at the sunlight reflecting through the window. She yawned a little, and slowly stood up, walking toward the bed with a small smile. She let her body fall onto it.
She had finally managed to take the bed from Leslie, who never got off of it and wouldn't let her lie there for more than 10 minutes. Evelyn settled into the center with a pillow under her head and tucked herself in. She felt her mind slowly sinking into unconsciousness...
Cold, it's so cold, it's tormenting. Looking around, there's emptiness. Yet, Evelyn's red eyes gazed ahead, where bright red flames swirled violently like a vortex. These flames stretched beyond the horizon, and though they shone like the sun itself, the light they emitted and the warmth they were supposed to give was swallowed by the black, dark void...
Evelyn's eyes glowed as she saw, right in the center of the fiery vortex, a woman who looked almost exactly like her... with eight wings that could be larger than her imagination could comprehend. To her eyes, the wings, covered in flames, seemed infinite, but they were the most beautiful thing Evelyn had ever seen.
The angel was bound by millions upon millions of red chains, glowing as if freshly forged. The angel's gaze was fixed on Evelyn, who stood silently in response...
Every time Evelyn looked into those red eyes, which seemed to burn from within, they carried a calm expression, almost bored, even indifferent. With a small smile on her lips, the angel resembled a serene princess, with compassionate eyes, either for herself or for others. Covering her body was a red dress. The angel looked at Evelyn, and Evelyn looked at the angel.
She sat on the cold ground and bowed her head...
Every time Evelyn fell asleep, she appeared in this place... She hated it. It was cold, empty, and there was no food, but at the same time, it was a great relief for her tired mind. Whenever she was awake, she could hear murmurs constantly whispering in her ears. Small whispers, almost imperceptible, almost unintelligible, but she could hear them clearly.
It was her own voice, exactly the same as hers, but unlike her calm voice, this one told her to destroy everything, to burn everything down to the ground, an ideal world, full of ashes...
She remembered when she was a child, when the murmurs first started. The first time, she was confused, she thought it wasn't real. Even when she closed her eyes tightly, the murmurs wouldn't go away. They drove her crazy, made her lose control, and she became afraid. She turned to her parents; they tried to help, they really did, but in the end, they couldn't do anything.
Over time, she began to have a problem, a disorder—split personality. She was calm, but the voices in her head created another, violent personality, as if she were someone else. These changes became common for her, until the worst happened, the thing she feared the most: hurting her loved ones. She couldn't remember anything, didn't know what had happened or how, but when she opened her eyes...
Ash... That was all that was left of her father. The last thing she saw of him was his ashes. Around her, the house was being consumed by fire, and in the middle of all this chaos, she was at the center, the cause of it all...
She hated her own power. She hated herself for killing her father and burning some of the maids... For seeing the eyes of her mother, who was terrified of her, afraid of her own daughter who couldn't control her emotions, afraid that she too might die, burned to death... Tormented, she closed herself off.
In the end, the best thing she learned from all of this was that emotions were dangerous, very dangerous, especially for her... In the end, all she had gained was the death of her father...
She didn't like doing unnecessary things. If it were up to her, she'd sleep all the time. She was afraid it would happen again, but she was also afraid of this place, locked in with an angel who was just like her. "As long as I don't hurt anyone, it's fine..." she thought to herself.
She let out a small sigh. "I miss Arthur," she murmured. It was strange, she didn't know why, but whenever she was with him, her mind calmed, and her emotions stabilized. The murmurs stopped, which improved her mood. He brought her a peace she hadn't felt in a long time. Evelyn had felt intrigued the first time he looked at her.
She raised her head slightly and looked at herself... She innocently touched her chest, recalling the moment when his hands touched her body. Tilting her head a bit... she stopped, feeling strange...
She wanted to be near Arthur, only then could she clear her mind. It was very pleasant, but this change only made her feel hungrier. She lightly touched her stomach and frowned. "I haven't eaten..." she thought. Thinking of it, she remembered the moment she felt Daniela's presence. She smiled slightly, having the feeling that when she woke up, the food would be delicious...
Stopping her thoughts, she looked back at the angel.
She had never had a conversation with the angel. She would simply close her eyes, but somehow, Evelyn could feel just by looking at her that the angel was going through the same thing she was... Evelyn now had her eyes closed, but still... "I think the same thing is happening to her," she murmured to herself. She lay on the cold floor, and now the only thing left was to wait for her mind to awaken.
In the meantime, what she usually did was sleep... It was a bit confusing, but it wasn't like she could do much else... It had always been this way—silent, cold, and empty...