Author's note: The following fiction was published on Spanish language in August 22nd, 2019. It is inspired in the song "Sceadudenga" by the neofolk band Sowulo. You can find the song in YouTube.
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Fritz Ederlezi felt a headache and in his limbs; his mouth seemed to be stuffed with something soft, perhaps a fabric. Looking up, he noticed that his arms were extended, with his hands tied to chains.
He tried to move, but a pang forced him to remain still. Then, he looked for the author of that awkward position, swearing to make him pay for what he wanted to do. But he didn't find anyone but small fires burning vividly around him. And with them, the silence and the darkness that seemed to shelter the depth of the place, apparently the forest.
-Happy birthday, Fritz -he heard a male voice told to him.
Fritz couldn't recognize the voice at first; it was very deep and cold, with a note that marked pleasure or hate. As soon as he looked forward, his eyes widened in surprise. From the depths came a tall man with dark hair and blue eyes; his clothing consisted of a simple white shirt, pants and high boots. His gaze was not that from an idiot man who was unaware of being in a wolves cave; his gaze was coldness, indolence and cruelty themself.
It was the gaze of someone who knows how to use the appearances in his favor.
The man, who approached him freely, said in a mocking tone:
- You know what? Incest is fascinating. It is something worthy to study. The desire to fuck a sister, a mother, a father, a brother... Also a niece, a five years old little whom you can touch against her will and rape her the many times you want.
Fritz felt a chill on his back. The man bowed before him and, looking straight in the eye, added:
-You know what's worst? That nobody cares as long as she can preserve the species later. Not even her mother, your sister, who loves you with such passion that she gave her to you in exchange for getting it pretty deep. Of course ... She is keeping all the hate she feels towards her because she considers her as a rival of your... "love".
Then, the man took Fritz by the neck, forcing him to hold his gaze. To Fritz's surprise, the man's eyes gradually changed their color as well as the strength of his grip increased.
- I, Marcus Fairchild, condemn you, Fritz Ederlezi, to be tortured until death -said the man.
Releasing him, the man headed towards one of the fires. With a rag that was seated on the ground, he took an iron object. Fritz, terrified, struggled desperately to break loose; however, the tips of the chains were buried more and more in his skin. When he least expected it, a hot stab penetrated the upper part of his back and opened it slowly.
Fritz screamed in pain; groaning and crying, he tried to turn to Marcus to beg for mercy. He ignored his reaction; throwing the iron to the ground, Marcus moved away a few meters from Fritz and picked up an ax that was at the side of the fire.
Adrenaline ran through Marcus' body; the revenge that he was executing gave him some relief, knowing that it is not over.
Not yet.
Positioning himself behind Fritz, he raised the ax and buried it so many time in the place where he had opened the wound that, in the end, the bones were exposed. Then, with the ax seated on the ground, he plucked the lungs with his bared hands.
In that moment, Fritz looked up. The last thing that his eyes saw before the iron of the knife pierced his neck was the sky without stars and without a moon.
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Georges Ederlezi stared at the headless corpse of his eldest son, which was suspended in the middle of the trees; in the background, Gretha, one of his daughters, screamed hysterically while her aunts tried to hold her and take her somewhere else.
Looking down at the floor, he found the deceased's head impaled on a wooden stake and with a sheet of paper. Ripping it up, he read what was written.
Justice for Mercedes.
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