The town of seinen, hidden in the mountains, old-fashioned in today's modern japan standards, but yet its architecture evoking a western feel fascinates the imagination.

One of the building That is the most isolated and out of place there is a hospital of the same era. With its architecture and style, it seems like some odd one out, a statement about how this town dedicates its way of life having a more western-like feel to every mansion and such.

In any case,

this town is quite detached from japan as it has attained some kind of complete self-sustainability as they have set up farms and such everywhere on the mountains and everybody in town even students of the one and only private school volunteer to work there, of course, it still needs electricity and imported good but those are another story that we will not look into just yet.

Despite the very beautiful gardens and such you might find when going for a walk there was one place this town never spoke of, or more like tried avoid, even if they did not speak of it they still spoke of its rumors that might seem like a contradiction but in its case not really.

Nonetheless, our story starts there.

Deep in the forest of wonderland a place the common folk would call 'hunted' despite the fact that such assumptions would end up being, completely wrong, it still was a fact that once one would step there they would rarely come out as one piece, or at least as their self.

Midnight has passed and the night grew ever deeper, something was birthing if that word is the right one use, It was clueless to were it was, The last vestiges of autumn had been wiped away turing the calender onto the winter, the trees that surrounded him were surely barren, the ground beneath him wore a coat of fallen leaves.

It now was 1 minute old it's started to realize it's the body it could not hear quiet yet or else it would have been startled by the sound of the breaking leaves under it but it could see and somehow think slowly but surely it stood up, it was about 1.80 meters tall human-looking emaciated to the point you could mistake it for a corpse if is seen as a silhouette which would be the case if someone was currently watching it.

it's eyes opened, quickly made out its surroundings trees nothing more, some were like barbe a papa while the closet ones to him were all mostly dead beyond any mercy by the lord, being completely lost this creature follow it's most primary instinct it was only 2 minutes old after all it had no such thing as consciousness it was aware that it was, I am but it could of course not grasp the concept as much as a matured human could.

As protons attract electrons and vice versa, well that is an under simplification of the real way it works but the closest possible way to visualize it.

as antimatter is attracted to that which it is both the complete opposite and copy off which is also a close approximation of what is happening, it goes deeper into the forest stepping closer and closer to a mansion, to make contact with which its body wishes to make contact with, and as antimatter and matter they will both nihilate into energy what that energy is, is another question that it will find out in a few days.

This thought did not matter as it would never reach the mansion, in its way the forest itself is standing, as if living creatures the trees surround it and slowly back away as if to create the likes of the colosseum.

The giggling of the trees almost seems like snickers(sniggers in British) mocking the creature who had no idea what monstrous fate was falling on it.

As the trees backed down a feminine silhouette emerges from the darkness, if someone did not know better, they would say the world was her's and the moon was her biggest fan, as the light surrounds her as if this was a stage for a performance.

She was the magician.

The forest is the audience.

And it the clown to be humiliated and laughed upon.

''Good evening, you are still but a newborn but I will be merciless trust me you do not wish to make contact it will not bring your soul nor happiness or salvation but will only make you stray even farther from the ways of the lord''

She spoke truth, in a cold critical tone yes, it would only learn the meanings of those words later nevertheless it was a genuine warning from someone who seemed to despite what he was, yes the monster now 4 minutes old knows and can identify itself as a male, its growth speed is beyond humans and even the noblest magi lineage of vampires and magi, anything aware of the magical side of the world to that matter.

''You seem to be a moop well their opposite in a way, it is true we have 7 of them so you coming here is quiet sensual''

As if aware of her audience she spoke not to the piece of trash in front of her but the forest grieving for the outcome of this munus.

Scintille petite chauve souris

Feeling the killing intent of the person facing him he draws his hand(weapon)

que fais tu en ces temps maudits ?

crimson shards of light twinkle in his palm

''this verse...It is only a trivial matter but you are a reader, the ability to know about what you face without necessarily doing any kind of mind reading it is as if cattle are playing god''

she spoke disparaging remarks with a voice not hiding her disgust in the slightest

'' Weaker then recorders those who preserve the miracles of God, yet rarer a contradiction at your core, a living sin''

she quickly and inconspicuously regained her temper,

she continued '' your base magical construct is illogic conjurance with infinity to fairy tails it seems with how flashy your spells are, Jesus if only my students had half your talent''

the simple fact that her,

a holy woman would use the name of the lord in such trivial manner just serves to abetment her somehow less common ways of serving her lord,

but perhaps her students absurdly low skillset the holiest person could not refrain from using such words.

tu voles dans la valle telle une jolie tasse de the

A black to navy gradient was the backdrop for a now blood crimson shining smile one could say it was cut from ear to ear even if there was no face for it in the first place.

this spell was just but a show-off one, it had no practical use, it's purpose was to scare off the woman but that only served to irritate her further.

'' Do you really expect me to be intimidated by this? you might not have any actual attacks but trickery? how repugnant.''

psithurism resonates and trees laugh it off.

Glowing a yellowy white looming light, surrounded by an ethereal glow, the moon lights the stage on the now clear figure of a nun wearing a dark long red yet transparent cloak, it looks like an empty void that someone could walk in and the fully black habit she was wearing underneath did only but help to reinforce the effect, her head tilting down eyes closed as if praying. Of course, there was more to her than meets the eye as just a simple nun but that was not something he could have known.

Night's rainfall has stopped,

Oxigen freezes in the air, gasping for his lungs he reaches for his throat and loses his sanity.

Moonlight freezes on the wet city roofs,

glass sparkling all shade of moonlight pieces him, now a new red shade of light is clear on glass reflecting the red substance slowly dripping out of his wounds.

I am alone with meaningless words

Thoughts are floating in a deep stream.

air is back but yet something is wrong as if a tree branch just pierced his eyes

''80% pure oxygen enough to kill a human but not quite for an organism like you''

His macular holes are bleeding

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In a windless street corner, a girl stands still,

bathing in the moon's shadow turned pale, night spirit

he gasps for air but has no mouth to do so, he switches to his nose but that also has been stolen and before he realized it his face was gone, being alive having no nose to smell no mouth to talk or breathe but is still forced to exist, a concept that would horrify even the thoughtest of men and women and yet he tries to stay calm in the face of utter despair

the incantation/verse is continued, mouth back his tong fed upon first making it impossible for him to writhe in agony.

And finally, the verse is sited until its final line.

The crazy town turns into a mysterious land at night.