Into Infernus - Painted in Red (Story) | Текст песни

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Elizabeth and Lautrec were lovers from an early age; they spent their lives working hard in order to live in a small town called Venecia east of Freja. After many hard but enjoyable years they finally had the money they needed to move to Venecia. Their happiness there was brief. Elizabeth was engulfed by a mental illness that soon became her. Lautrec, from the first day they moved in, would regularly paint pictures of her in their favourite surroundings. Along the hallway of their house was the series of said paintings. Elizabeth was in every one of these pictures but some would question that, the further you walked. In the last picture he painted of her, she was in a white dress. He never completed it, due to her poor health.

Her face wore to bone, teeth grew sharper, limbs pointed, and nails took on the shape of claws. Her dementia and psychosis soon became violent. Lautrec had no option but to contain her in the living room. He did this by tying her to the centre piece of their living room, a statue of an angel- holding a crystal, pointed spear. He often looked into Elizabeth's now darkened eyes and wondered if he should put an end to her misery but the hope that she may one day recover was a hope he held to dearly. Soon after being restrained, she escaped the house. Elizabeth tore a hole through the roof of the mansion, revealing the moon and it's light, which reflected off the many faces of the angels spear. The crystal also projected this luminescence throughout the room, casting an illusion as if stars were on every surface. Lautrec, lost in sorrow, would sit on their statue looking to the moon and the stars, asking, “O where has my love gone?”.

Week’s later, word grew that a demon had been abducting and killing large numbers of people. Lautrec heard the news and felt a great amount of guilt. He could have prevented these murders and ended Elizabeth's pain before she became dangerous, yet love and faith had taken logic's stead.

He grabbed his pistol and sword then prepared to leave their home. Walking outside into the moon light he looked up to see a red dress briefly obstruct his view. It was heading south. Lautrec's eyes followed it's course and he proceeded to walk down the narrow streets, which were lined with guards. Whispers of the demon were heard between the men, of how it could look human one moment and the next look horrific.

Lautrec reached the end of this street, there was nothing to be seen- only a dead end. Suddenly he heard a scream coming from the other side of a nearby wall. He ran towards it, put his hands to the brick and pushed. The bricks collapsed to the ground, sending up clouds of dust. When the air became clear, Lautrec saw a large house in front of him. The night's ambiance bounced off it's windows, creating an uncanny atmosphere. Boldly, he walked towards this sinister construct and came to a door which was locked shut. Lautrec reached for his pistol and in a flash of light, shot the lock off. He kicked the door and walked in only to see a mass of bodies littering the ground, disfigured. A porcelain bath lay In the middle of the room.

And there, she rested. Elizabeth was enveloped in crimson, bathing in her victim’s blood. Lautrec, knowing what must be done, shot at her head. Her flesh morphed and twisted so that the bullet passed through what would have been her skull. Her limbs, one by one, rose from the water and out onto the cold floor. This shadow of Elizabeth crawled, moving towards Lautrec.

He was petrified, frozen. The deafening sound of a bullet shot resounded throughout the room as the creature unarmed Lautrec. He was thrown toward the wall with one strike, his body going limp from the sheer impact. His eyes closed... Then opened in a matter of seconds. Elizabeth’s deformed face was right before him, staring back with soulless eyes. Her face was shifting in waves between her previous human form and her now demonic form. Lautrec made every attempt to talk to her as her abhorrent body moved closer to devour him. She seemed set on ending his life, yet whenever he spoke, Elizabeth would hesitate. Upon the ground where he now sat, there was a perfect circle of moonlight, a result of his gun firing into the roof. Lautrec looked to his pocket and saw his paint brush, a funny thing to notice in a man's last minutes. Looking to the sky, he then noticed the outline of the moon and in a daze, began to paint it's outline. Elizabeth’s face, moving ever closer to Lautrec, entered this same moonlight. As her body passed through the light, she changed. He felt her beautiful, soft, warm human skin once again, if only for a moment. As her face exited the glow of the circle , her mouth once again became disfigured. This was the end, she would land this final blow. Lautrec, in a panic, quickly made one last stroke through the circle.
The ground underneath him shattered and they both fell into the unknown, a mysterious abyss. Lautrec was close to death when he awoke, yet he had not died. Gazing upwards from his collapsed position, he saw Elizabeth. She was impaled on the spear of the angel. He had fallen through the roof of his home. His brush lay in the blood of Elizabeth’s former self. Lautrec, in tears, touched her hand and grabbed the paint brush. He proceeded to walk down the hallway where his paintings were kept, falling, barely able to walk. He crawled past the paintings , each one depciting a step in her transformation- as she turned from a beautiful young women into a demon from hell.

He finally reached the last painting. Lifting his brush for the last time, with shaking hands, he painted over Elizabeth’s white dress in a dark red colour. In her blood. As the finishing touch was concluded, the sky wept for him. Rain was falling, and as it did, so did Lautrec.

This rain flooded through the hole in the roof and found it's way along the walls, touching the paintings. Lautrec’s eyes opened as he felt the water upon his face. The paintings were changing before his eyes, depictions of Elizabeth at her worst were now altered, now of her smiling and embracing life. The rain now touched the final picture. The blood of the demon merged with this pure, cleansing rain, and Elizabeth’s dress was no longer the dark red which Lautrec had made it to be. The blood was washed away, revealing the white dress he had attempted to finish, yet could not. However, it was now complete and entirely beautiful. Outshining the moon and the stars, his final work had come to an end. Lautrec smiled as his vision faded into darkness. Their curse had been lifted and now they were free to love in the great hereafter.

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