The City Desires of Shrouded in Demon´s Passions, Magic Seduction

Lovecraft County.

Shadows world

On that grey and monotonous day, in a dark and silent environment in the middle of that tenebrous city, it was when the clouds appeared in the middle of a storm wave that could devastate the inhabitants of the lower regions.

In which I travelled alone in my car, following a section, singularly dismal in the countryside, in which, finally,

It was when the approaching shadows of the night, I found myself in the melancholic sight of the temple of Gardner, in which lived a very annoying and annoying lady.

What I didn't know, but how it happened, but at the first glance I cast from the temple, a feeling of unbearable melancholy invaded my spirit.

When I say it was unbearable, since that was the sensation that was not relieved by any of those half-pleasant, because poetic feelings, with which the spirit that wandered down the street that usually absorbs even natural images to make them as if they were memories or visions of the beyond, in which they were more austere of desolation and dreadfulness.

So, at that time, when everyone around, was contemplating the scene he saw among ghosts and spirits around him.

Being that the dark dimensions opened before, even before my eyes, in which the simple house of pleasures, were the most intoxicating sensations among the passers-by who passed me through the streets.

Following from the landscape; the dimensions of fear, in its rawest naked form; the windows that looked more like eyes, being the spirits that were empty; some rows of sinister reeds and some white trunks next to the dead trees, such a depression that consumed my soul.

In which many who passed through the phantom streets felt a sense of doom, which I could not compare to any earthly sensation.

Even with the cult of ancient beasts, it was the lords of chaos, the worshipers of brains, with more propriety than that of awakening from opium delirium, with the bitter lapse into everyday life, being that it was, in which the hooded masters and the procession of souls, on a horribly foggy day with the sky falling, towards the great day of rain ceremony.

In which the heart froze, sank, became ill - an irremediable, with sadness for thinking that not even the sharpest imagination would be able to

In which the master priests were capable of extracting anything from the sublime.

What was that?

When I stopped to think, what was it that m, m that it disconcerted him so much to contemplate.

The great house of Adunan.

In which he was one of the guardians of the totally unsolvable mystery. He couldn't even fight against the macabre chimeras that befell some dissident priests, at which point he was sent to the great circle of temples, where he pondered.

When I had to content myself with the unsatisfactory conclusion that it was this, that although undoubtedly there are combinations of natural objects with the mystical shadows, that everything was taught in a very simple way, that have the power to affect us thus the analysis of that power, the mystical strength of which lies in considerations beyond our comprehension.

When I went to reflect on what was possible that the mere different organization of the numerous particularities of the scene, of the details of the frame, would be enough, all of this to modify or, who knows, even annihilate the capacity that they always have to bring us regretful impressions.

It was with this, that I drove my car along the road, during the pass, towards that direction among the mountains, to the steep edge of a black and dismal lake which gleamed imperturbably near the temple and looked down; but that's when I shivered more than before seeing the inverted image of the intoxicating reeds.

That region, which was between the grey immensity, the ghostly trunks of the trees and the windows that, in which the monsters and hooded beings passed through the procession with what showed their your form, which looked like empty eyes.

So, even so, when I arrived, where I introduced myself, towards that temple, where I followed the queue, where I was supposed to enter, all this so that I could join some allies, so that we could stay in that melancholy temple for a few weeks.

When the masters and owners of nearby manors, in which Lord Roderick Morgan and Master Edelgard Usher, had been one of my blessed companions when we were young, but it was many years since our last meeting to enter the order.

Nonetheless.

Since all there, a letter had reached me, in a distant part of the other side of the country, it was a letter from him, and by its urgent nature, it did not admit any other answer than one given personally. My friend, who appeared to be extremely agitated and nervous.

When he spoke of his acute bodily pains, of a mental disorder which had been afflicting him, that he needed an ally and a successor, which he apparently followed, his most powerful and earnest desire to see me as his best and actually being that he was her only friend.

Following in an attempt to improve your illness with joy, with that, knowing my presence.

That was the way all of this, where so much more was left unsaid, the way the request felt like it was made from the heart, where it left me no room for hesitation; and I faithfully obeyed, this being one of his entreaties, so he was going to visit him, which I still consider very singular.

Although we had been very close as boys, I knew very little about my friend, which he had always shown himself to be, even if he was overly reserved.

Being that I knew, however, that his family, being there are ages very old.

Being part of the organization, in which they were very well known, in which at that time, from time immemorial, they had one, in which they had a peculiar sensibility of temperament, revealing it, for a long time, in many works of exalted art, and afterwards, in which repeated acts of charity, generous but discreet.

Even though also, in that they were devoted to the complexities, perhaps even more than the ancient sects of Um-Mu, in which they came with the sects, to their endless orthodox and easily recognizable beauties of musical science.

So I was aware, too, of the noteworthy fact that the stock of the family, Edelgard and Edelgard Usher, his family was part of an ancient family of traditional and ceremonial origin, in which it was how, he could not say, but as if it had had no ramifications, a lasting part of it.

It was thus, in other words, that the whole family was limited to one of these lines of direct descent, and it always had been so, with the exception of its innumerable insignificant and transitory variations.

Since this deficiency, which I was thinking about, while I was going through in my thoughts the perfect harmony, even coming from the aspect of property with the recognized character of people, in which it was like this, that there was speculation about the possible influence that one could have exercised, being over each other over the centuries. It was that fact, perhaps, and the consequent transmission, from father to son.

Even so, from the heritage and name that had made the family and the house unite in the name, it was so exotic and ambiguous of the name of Um-Mu Sect.