Resumo de The Bite Of The Shade (la Morsure De L'ombre)

The legend reported that Gilles de Rais killed to satisfy his curious sexual desires, his odd manners. He killed to be satisfied by seeing the blood of the children. He killed like one needs to breathe, eat or of drinking. The excitation of a divided carotid, a dismembered body, a face expressing the horror and the suffering literally made him enjoy. It liked only that. He privileged the setting with dead with the sexual maltreatments.
the hand on the crucifix, he looked by the window of his apartment. He bandaged his fine muscles and inspired deeply while reconsidering to the companion of Jeanne D' Arc, Gilles called also Blue Beard.
Me I do not kill the children. Me, I love the children. I could never make them of evil.
Put to me with the challenge to find you a heart pure and full with compassion that can destroy the pulpit?
He reconsidered with this wretched character left the nightmares that haunted his nights. The other often spoke to him about Blue Beard : if he did not do all that he wanted, Barbe Blue would come to take off him the head of the body and licked up his blood like a dog licks up its mess tin of pate.
He terrorized his nights of child with such ferocity that it lost the sleep of it.
Often Leonie comforted his cordial arms with the strange vanilla and honey taste. A kind of hidden mother or soul mate found afterwards of the years of waiting.
Leonie was mongrel in the middle of angel. Heliked her much and he did not support that the other maltreats her. Often he intended her to cry through the partition, in the room beside his. He knew whereas the other had made her evil, that he did not support any more the blows nor the unjustified insults whose he was the object. But she never cried in front of him.
Leonie came from Haiti. A beautiful island, told him at the time of evenings to the corner of fire. He liked to be found near the beautiful mongrel one to speak about her country and the rites voodoo which were practiced there low.
She often told him how priest voodoo could transform a simple mortal in zombie wandering with the favor of full moon. She called that the evil spells. She explained to him why Legba, the hanger one or the crafty one was the Master of the crossroads, of the entry of the temples, that he was the intermediary between the gods and the human ones and that one called upon him at the beginning of any ceremony. Without his presence, his invocation, the way towards all other Lwa could not be open. She said to him that to call him, one offered rice, bananas and cocks to him.
Also she believed him. He drank his words.
He was only one child after all. And all these evil spells did nothing but increase his power which grew of day in day. Become adult he was any other man, he was not more human. He belonged to this ground where he had however never put the feet. That of Leonie, that of the slaves attached by the white invader. He had become a phantom which carries revenge in him as a memory is carried. He was not any more the frightened little boy.
Why did you do me that? Why did you want to frighten me until making wee in my bed of it? You did not have any valid reason if it is not your eternal cruelty and your malicious glance.
Why does one come from there to prefer the company of the cockroaches and of the rats rather than holds you? How does one come from there to prefer the spirit-rappers of Lwa and their so powerful magic rather than that of your God?
I do not have the answer. I do not know what you wait of me but I am not any more myself. It is only of your fault and you will carry the weight of the culpability so a long time and so far you will be able to never make back machine.
You will know the fear and humiliation. You will know shame and sorrow.
Leonie told me often that the monsters do not exist. And yet, me I know one of them

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