To be reborn as a porcelain doll Part 18

A woman with long gray hair was vomiting organs out of her mouth and clawing at her throat with her hands, while the youngest looking man in white robes was melting his body like a candle, his melted skin dripping onto the floor.The whole white-robed group screamed in terror for a while and then died, but after their bodies began to move as if they were alive.

People, with chunks of flesh dripping blood onto their entire faces, didn't scream this time. Their eyes had started to shimmer with a red glow, and they were now looking towards the position where the Emperor was, as if the four dead individuals in front of them had been erased from their minds.

Their faces were initially expressionless, then turned into smiles, and an obsessive expression began to shimmer. All of them clasped on breasts their hands together as if in prayer moreover while the noblewoman who had fainted had already awakened and was smiling maniacally, she, too, was looking towards where the Emperor was.

They all had a common point: their eyes were bright red, and they were moving manically, as if they had escaped from hell, with expressions of obsession as if they had seen salvation through their eyes.

Felix was still frozen in fear and hadn't understood why his subjects were looking at him so crazily. His whole body was even numb, but then he noticed that they were looking behind him.

Felix, unable to turn his head before, finally turned it, and his eyes widened in terror as he screamed. Because the porcelain doll they had just destroyed was now behind him, smiling at him.

It looked like a human being with its face peeled off, and its whole body was elongated as if it were elastic, and if it could be likened to anything, it would probably be a worm with a long, thin body.

And the crackling voice of the porcelain doll echoed in his ears.

"Hello Emperor..."

Felix was crying with fear, his eyes were so wet that he looked like a five year old child, his mother behind him was crying with fear, Frod's face was completely frozen and his eyes were bloodshot.

Vanderhat wanted to speak to the red-haired porcelain doll to beg for forgiveness and be spared, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He opened his eyes wide and started screaming, tears were coming out of his eyes and he was so scared that a yellow liquid started to flow out of his pants. What he saw was his mouth because it was completely covered with skin as if it was completely gone, but the color of the mouth skin was so mismatched with the color of his face that it looked like it was forcibly sewn.

The red-haired porcelain doll heard Vanderhatt's cry and stretched towards him, her neck twisting like a wire, and said with a grin.

"You're so quiet, why don't you talk, or do you want to play charades?"

Vanderhatt was so frightened by the red-haired porcelain doll approaching him that his buttocks were now completely soaked and he was emitting a very bad odour, and the red-haired porcelain doll spoke while laughing.

"Although you are a wizard, you are quite uneducated."

The red-haired porcelain doll's body transformed back into its normal form and then turned round and looked at the Emperor's mother, the Emperor, Frod and the white-robed men walking towards Vanderhatt.

The Emperor began to push the man who had ripped his face off with his own fingernails, his skin was torn and torn and blood was oozing out of it and dripping to the ground and some of his pupils were dislocated and he looked quite gruesome.

The Emperor's mother, seeing this, had to watch in horror as she grimaced in horror and wept as her child was injured.

Bones came out of the man's hands and feet as he died, his feet and hands broken in a twisted fashion, some of the bones tore horribly through his skin and in some places the flesh crawled like dough clinging to the bones as they came out of his flesh, the man moved towards the Emperor's mother and began to bite her feet to pieces.

Frod and Vanderhatt couldn't close their eyes, wherever they turned their gaze the image went, so they had no chance of not seeing what was happening.

The pupils of the woman who vomited her own organs had disappeared and her eyes were completely empty, the red veins inside were visible, and her body had collapsed inwards because she had vomited her internal organs, so she was creating a distorted image.

The red-haired porcelain doll's body transformed back into its normal form and then turned round and looked at the Emperor's mother, the Emperor, Frod and the white-robed men walking towards Vanderhatt.

The Emperor began to push the man who had ripped his face off with his own fingernails, his skin was torn and torn and blood was oozing out of it and dripping to the ground and some of his pupils were dislocated and he looked quite gruesome.

The Emperor's mother, seeing this, had to watch in horror as she grimaced in horror and wept as her child was injured.

Bones came out of the man's hands and feet as he died, his feet and hands broken in a twisted fashion, some of the bones tore horribly through his skin and in some places the flesh crawled like dough clinging to the bones as they came out of his flesh, the man moved towards the Emperor's mother and began to bite her feet to pieces.

Frod and Vanderhatt couldn't close their eyes, wherever they turned their gaze the image went, so they had no chance of not seeing what was happening.

The woman who had vomited her own organs, her pupils had disappeared and the inside of her eyes were completely empty, the red veins inside were visible, and her body had collapsed inwards because she had vomited her internal organs, so it created a distorted image, because she had vomited too much, the edges of her mouth were torn and prevented her from closing it, and pieces of meat were still falling out of the corners of her mouth.

She looked like a distorted ghost with her eyes completely sunken in, and she approached Frod and knocked him down, and she put her mouth into Frod's mouth and after a while she was sucking Frod's organs.

He was bleeding profusely from his mouth and nose, and his belly was collapsing in on itself, as if it had been twisted inwards like drying grass.

The man's skin, melting like a candle, was melting with his muscles and falling to the ground, but it was melting again and again, as if it had unlimited skin, as if it had entered a cycle.Vanderhatta' approached and put his hand in his mouth and the scene was unspeakable.

The red-haired porcelain doll climbed onto the Emperor and then stood on the stone-made parapet. The red-haired porcelain doll looked at the people who had clasped their hands in front of their chests, as if in prayer. Then, all the men, women, and children in the stands extended their hands forward simultaneously, as if inviting and beckoning the person who would bring their salvation, regardless of gender or age.

Their index and thumb fingers pointed at the red-haired porcelain doll, while the other tree fingers were turned towards themselves. They all had crazed smiles on their faces, as if they had found water in the dry deserts and had reached a level of madness in happiness.

Later, Alyysia's coal-black body moved, and she looked at her burnt right arm. Then, she moved her hands and extracted her hand from the nail. Her hands were completely burned and charred, and the sound of her bones breaking could be heard as she pulled her hand out, but she didn't care. Afterward, she opened her entirely black eyes, smiled with yellow and black teeth, extended her hands forward like the other people, as if celebrating the arrival of something, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Save us... Mother!"

The red-haired porcelain doll stepped forward, as if performing her final show. She opened her hands in both directions and spoke, and a whisper was heard in everyone's ears.

"My children, the time for salvation has become!"

Then, as Mary's vision darkened again, she found herself back in her room.Squinting her eyes, she said:

"I hadn't planning such an ending."