☨ ȂβʘӍΪӢȂҬΪʘӢ ☨
☨ ȂβʘӢΪӍΪʘ ☨
"Die, abominio, per tutti i tuoi peccati! Bruciano nel fondo dell'inferno, perché Dio vi mostrano alcuna pietà!"
"Ma che cosa ho fatto?"
☨Abominio walked into the room, ducking so she would fit through the doorway. For a girl her age she was abnormally tall, but then again, that was the least of her problems. She carried no luggage with her -- no need for it, and stepped quietly to the middle of the room. Looking around in curiousity, like a newborn child, she examined her surroundings. All her life Abominio had lived in a small labratory in Italy. This place was like a mansion to her. She had never even seen a oven or a bath, and when she noticed these fixtures she squealed with glee. How luxurious! Emozionante! She thought and smiled happily. Her bare feet hit the linoleum like blocks of ice as she opened the fridge. The cool wind hit her and she sighed contentedly. To her it was like a summer's breeze, relaxing and peaceful. She stayed like that for minutes, unaware of the slowly rising electric bill.
"Die, abomination, for all of your sins! Burn in the pits of hell, for God shall show you no mercy!"
"But what have I done?"
