Comedor De Memória

The full moon shone perfectly behind the leaves of the trees in the dark forest. A ray of light peeking out from between the leaves shone on me who was lying resignedly on the ground with a hole in my chest. The hole in the heart was pierced by a silver peg made by a priest from Galatea. Yes, my fate will end that day after centuries I preyed on humans to suck their blood.Greed is the most terrible lust. In order to satisfy my desire, I slaughtered all the humans that inhabited a village. I killed all the inhabitants of the village one by one, regardless of whether it was children, adults or even the elderly, I slaughtered them all. The endless thirst in my throat made the sense of humanity that I had lost. Oh, forgot. I really don't have any sense of humanity because I'm not human anymore, but bloodthirsty monsters they call vampires.Until a priest managed to trap and stab a silver stake right in my heart. I was helpless under the moonlight, waiting for death to pick me up. However

That afternoon I watched my potential victim. Ah, are they really my victims? In fact, all this time I was the victim who was tormented by the memories of the humans whose blood I sucked. Okay, I'll change the name to potential prey. Ha, ha, just the same. I watched a woman I guess was about 25 years old. Her name is Kartika, according to the name tag attached to her left chest. At that time, I was in an island nation. To be precise, I was in the capital, Jakarta. Kartika is a receptionist at a hotel in Jakarta. The exotic-skinned woman with a sweet face was friendly to greet the guests. The smile never left his lips. However, the sweet smell of blood from the memories that the woman wanted to get rid of was very obvious among the many similar sweet scents. It seems that Kartika has a strange memory that she hopes to eliminate the memories that have haunted her all this time.There was a time when Kartika avoided someone I thought was one of the triggers for those memories to get st

I used to think that Memória's words about the memories of all living things being eliminated were only humans. In fact, I misunderstood the words of the five-winged creature. It turned out that apart from humans I was also dealing with other creatures. Now I'm sitting cross-legged, supporting my face with both hands facing a Golden Retriever sticking out its tongue. Somehow I feel this dog is smiling at me? Around the Golden Retriever's neck is a necklace with a round pendulum inscribed with a name, namely; Max. A sweet aroma wafted from the dog's body. I chuckled as I brushed my hair. “Damn it, you Memória!” I cursed while tilting my head talking to the sky. "So, what memories do you want to erase, Max?" I asked Max the Golden Retriever.Max wagged his golden feathered tail. Strangely, the dog seems to know who I am and it seems he understands what I'm saying or maybe I'm out of my mind talking to a dog. The dog got up and approached me. He walked around twisting his body around

I was surprised that the girl who suddenly appeared in front of me knew my name. The sharp gaze from the golden iris eyes made a feeling of discomfort. I feel that the girl in the navy blue lolita dress doesn't seem like a human. “That's right, I'm not human, Lord Vampire or Memória call you Senhor Vampiro,” the girl said coldly. I gasped, she was able to read my mind just like Memória. "Surely we creatures sent by the Creator to regulate everything that happens on earth can know the contents of the minds and hearts of humans. That is our innate ability!" cried the girl, her voice rising. I swallowed. Unfortunately I feel daunted by creatures like Memória. "Who are you? What do you want?" I tried to suppress my anxiety. Because it seems that the creature in front of me is emitting an unusual aura. The air is very oppressive and intimidating. The white-haired girl smirked. Two fangs were seen sticking out at the corners of her lips. Vampire? Impossible. "Fanged creatures aren't j

I was dragged by the Harpyie again. We arrived at a place I remember as where Max the Golden Retriever and I met. Also a few blocks from that place I met Timmy. "What happened to Max and Timmy? What happened to them?" I worry about the two furry creatures. "Well, this really surprised me," said Harpyie, tapping the wand against his forehead. "You know, Max is so happy with his new Master. He is so loyal to his grandfather and always with him wherever he goes. Then Timmy, he became Master to the humans who adopted him. Ha, ha, ha. It's funny that somehow your work was successful on animals." The harpyie snapped the wand three times. Two scenes where Max always follows the grandfather who helps him. The fur boy looks happy by always wagging his tail every time his grandfather calls him. What is very funny is actually the scene belonging to Timmy the orange cat. He is so spoiled and bossy. His wish was always the Master's priority—slave, I mean. I'm glad they live happily with caring