The underground arsenal, its deepest place. The last room where the ugly shard worships darkness.
A gloomy energy flows, and the air stands still as if dead. It is so quiet that there is not even a single sound of the wind.
Under the pitch-black darkness, where you can’t see an inch ahead, a girl is lying on a bed of luxurious cedar wood. The vampire, with her faint silver hair ruffled, was looking at me quietly, without a single breath, with both hands neatly gathered.
The vampire, lying in some places in the coffin, spoke to me with a pure question.
“Really, is this going to work? Don’t you need to expose your heart?”
“I don’t have to show my heart now. Instead, hold on to it.”
He put a card in the vampire’s hand. Heart 1, the vampire who checked the pattern on the card smiled pleasantly.
“It is the heart. Why do you even become a talisman?”
“no. Say hello. It will become the new heart of Tirkanjaka trainees in the future.”
“Yes?”
The vampire looked at the card again, but couldn’t find anything special about it. I laughed and even explained.
“Of course not the real heart. I prepared it in a similar shape for allusion. Hold it in both hands and gather it to your chest.”
The vampire obeyed me without any doubt.
At one time, I thought I wanted the whole world to obey my words. It’s not that uncomfortable because there’s such a person right in front of you.
Also, I like to live by just using mind-reading techniques.
“Ego. Tirkanjaka trainee. Close your eyes and breathe out comfortably. Relax your body so that the blood flows quietly… . I don’t really need to do this for myself.”
After all, the blood of a vampire flows quietly. You better care about me.
took a deep breath. The tension I have felt in a long time tightens my body. It’s not at all pleasant, but I have no choice but to accept it since it’s a guest I personally met.
He took a seat at the bedside of the cedar coffin, closest to the vampire’s head. face is close Even in the pitch-black darkness, her bright red eyes still glowed red.
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Making eye contact, I briefly explained.
“Tirkanjaka trainee. You don’t have a beating heart, but you can move blood. In fact, you don’t need a heart. Getting your heart back won’t take away your powers. In a way, you’re hoping for something useless. Still want to get your heart back?”
“… I hope.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want my heart to be what I want it to be.”
In a way, it is contradictory. But it contained the vampire’s core hopes.
“Why? Wouldn’t it be nice to have the ability to cut someone off without any pain when they resent them? It is the ability to be coveted by ordinary people as well as government officials.”
“Are you trying to test me at this point?”
The vampire said with anger.
“I used to be a human too. Although I left it in the past, those days hold me back even after countless days and nights pass. That short time like that spark was too old and the light faded, but in the end it was that time that made me who I am today. I could change because my heart didn’t go my way… Since I died, no matter how hard I tried, nothing could be changed.”
“is that so.”
I’ve already read it, but I pretended I didn’t know.
The purpose of a vampire is not to move blood. She is already able to control the blood of her own accord, and if she wishes, she can grind the original heart and create a heart of the same shape. You can also make your heart beat by simply squeezing your own heart.
She has reached the climax of hematology, and when it comes to her body, she is nothing less than a creator… .
Because the founder Tirkanjaka didn’t like that.
Since I couldn’t create something that wasn’t controlled with my ability to control, I had to find a way out of others.
“like. received. I will make your wishes come true.”
The wind naturally passes by, but sometimes there is a stagnant and stagnant wind.
I have a mind-reading skill, so I open the window of my mind at will, and sometimes I get hit head-on by the wind.
I got hit this time too.
I closed my eyes and sank deeply into the darkness within.
A dim candle lights up the darkness.
In a shabby library full of books of the forgotten, there is a small candle reserved for the librarian. A faint candle that could illuminate a page before your eyes. This is a small light that separates books from those who keep them, and it makes librarians the custodians.
raised the candle It’s soft and blurry, as if it’s about to fade away. A delicate flame that seems to be extinguished immediately when a single wind blows.
In contrast, the book in front of me is thick and heavy. The encyclopedia would not be so extensive. It is one book, but it seems to be an epic weave. You’ll need dozens more of these candles to read all in these tiny seconds… .
One, I don’t need a librarian to do what I’m about to do now.
Looking down, you can only read the words written in the book. So it’s objective…
That’s why I can’t figure out the cold cut on the paper, the faint scent, the press marks, and what I wanted to put in the blank space.
So, I decided to quit the librarian for a while.
He blew a breeze towards the candle.
Hook, the flame disappears in an instant.
There was darkness in the world.
On the last day of the year when even the moon turned its head. There is no light in the world Those who are afraid of the dark hide inside the house, lying on the bed, closing their eyes and holding their hands together, praying for it to go away.
On such a pitch-black night, a woman and a woman are walking down a dark night road with a dalguji.
Those who walk on the street at night are one of them.
Or in a hurry to take the threat of being lurking in the dark.
Or maybe the darkness will cover their sins with their appearance.
These were the latter.
“Tir, I’m sorry. Because I got you involved in this… .”
I hear my father’s low voice. Then the girl lifted the darkness from her face and smiled brightly.
“it’s okay. If you think of it as a night walk, it’s rather good. You know, I like to look up at the night sky.”
But both the girl and her father knew that the smile was for her father and not herself. Father dragged the hotpot without a word with a face clouded with guilt.
The wooden hotpot went soft and slippery. In case of any noise, the wheels were covered with leather and the creaking axle was greased with oil.
The intention was to hide even the leaking sound.
What the heck did they commit such a terrible crime that they move so cautiously?
The answer is in the mooncake.
A swaying dalgukji, covered with a single blanket, inside.
A corpse, buried last week, was strewn about.
A dead body finds rest in the arms of the Earth Mother.
Therefore, it was considered a very wicked act to disturb that rest.
If that’s the case, how much less damage to the dug up body? there is no place for this Like a stone sling or the stake, only death that sets an example for all awaits.
But there is always someone who commits a sin.
“Tir. Look. This is the way the blood flows.”
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My father removed the body with a knife. In a way different from handling meat, and therefore more horrendous and disgusting.
Remove layer by layer from skin to muscle. When you peel off the skin that tightly wrapped your body, a sticky film follows behind it. The real start is when you cut and tear the membrane with a knife.
If you forcefully rip the bones attached to the fascia, the dead bloody intestines welcome them. These are rotten or damaged and should not be touched. Carefully cut it and remove it from the outside, or push it to one side, gradually entering deeper into the body.
And the revealed heart and blood vessels.
Father said as he lifted the veins with a long stick.
“This is the heart. It is the source of our body and the place that cleanses the blood. All blood begins here. When the heart beats, blood starts and circulates throughout the body. Blood from the heart is on the inside, and blood returning from the body is on the outside. That’s how the body circulates in a big loop.”
I had heard it dozens of times already, but my father always emphasized it every time he looked over a new corpse.
She could have memorized what her father had said right away, but instead of pointing it out, the girl simply nodded her head.
“But I still don’t know the middle ground… . It seems that the incoming blood pools in the intestines for a while and then drains out, but it’s hard to tell from a body that’s already dead. I need your help, Tyr.”
“I see.”
The girl held out her hand without a sign of dislike. Then something amazing happened.
Bright red blood began to spurt from the inside.
The blood that was hidden deep inside the body in the face of the unprecedented situation of death. The hardened blood wakes up at the girl’s call and moves slowly.
The girl drew blood and asked her father.
“Can I push it this way?”
“request. Thank you, Tyr.”
Unlike children of her age who played with dirt, the girl who used to dig graves and corpses with her therapist father gained strange powers.
The ability to control blood.
At best, it was only enough to stop the bleeding of the wound, which his father had longed for.
The father, reluctant to join his daughter in his crimes, has not refused to help the girl since that day. I couldn’t. That’s because her abilities were special and of great help.
Of course, the girl helped her father without a sign of displeasure.
“Is it enough to let the blood flow along this road like this?”
“okay. If you put blood in, I’ll see if I can bleed in my intestines.”
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My father, who was a fairly competent therapist, one day became a progressive therapist. It was rumored to be so courageous that people from across the country came to know him.
He became the pride of the village in an instant, and the villagers were also proud of him.
“… Your mother died because her lungs were full of blood. To be precise, the blood passage to get out of there was broken. This shell had holes just like loose burlap… .”
When the villagers introduced their father, they did not leave out the story of how his skills improved by leaps and bounds after losing his wife to an unfortunate illness.
The tragic death of his wife, who had a chronic illness, and the therapist who woke up after that. What an easy-to-understand and beautiful story.
“Tyr, if we had the power to find a channel of wounded blood and heal it… . We can conquer disease.”
But the girl who had been watching her father from the nearest place knew.
That awakening was made on the mountain of corpses.
“The disease that killed your mother… You can take it out of the world.”
There was a strange mixture of madness and longing in his father’s eyes as he spoke.
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My father was a therapist.
What does it mean to be a legislator? In these days, when people lived according to the given task rather than deciding their work according to their occupation, there were usually one or two people in a very complex position in the village.
Tyr’s father was such a person. As the seventh son of an aristocratic or not very wealthy family, all he had inherited from his family was his plain appearance, luxurious speech, and knowledge of a few books. They were useful in the exact order they were described for living in a harsh world.
While wandering around, he met a woman from a certain village, fell in love with him, and got married and settled there.
He was the children’s teacher, he was also a therapist, and he set out to negotiate when something happened to the village. It didn’t take long for him to melt into the village.
But the woman had a long-standing illness. After the birth of the child, the condition only worsened. Even the knowledge gained from a few books was not enough to save her. The time of sorrow only approached, but did not go away.
One day, on a cold snowy night. The girl’s mother splattered red blood over the snow covered in robes. A strong wind overshadowed his father’s bitter cry.
It was from then. What made my father touch the corpse.
At first, the father acted secretly to the girl. However, after her mother, who had been running the house forcibly, died, the girl, who naturally took over the work, quickly noticed her father’s deviation.
Naturally, at first even the girl was afraid of her father. The dissecting and disassembling of the corpse was an unacceptable sight for even a family member.
However, she could not abandon her father, who was the only family member, so the girl persevered and stayed by her side. And at some point the girl began to help her father.
Was it because he was still young, or was it because he was taught by a father like that? It was from then.
Little by little, the girl’s thoughts began to change.
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My father was a very good adult, except for the eccentricity of dissecting corpses. He cared for and healed the wounded, and was respected by all.
He touched more corpses than anyone else, but his father didn’t kill anyone. If you save a patient, you save it.
It is a felony to excavate a corpse. There is nothing to be said for being branded as a seed of the devil.
But if it can save people.
A body that is already dead, it must be eaten by animals or gnawed by insects or fungi anyway. If your father uses it to save someone who is about to die.
Who can blame?
Around that time, the girl was treated with blood.
And beyond his father’s collaborator, he became an equal colleague.