Visual Novel "The Cursed Ones"
Part 3
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But this can't be. The man before her is without a doubt the rumored monster leading the bloody, war consumed land of the Domani kingdom. The man who has over a dozen dead wives. The very one standing before her, showering her with such polite kindness, was a bonafide murderer. It stirs a deep confusion in her. The heart that beats faster each time he kisses her hand in respect, and freezes in fear when thinking about the atrocities he's committed. After this dizzying journey to port, they finally arrive and board the ship to head to the Domani Kingdom. The journey starts out quite normal for a sea faring voyage. Decent seas, fair winds, and the crew bustling amongst themselves, excited to return to their homeland. As they venture further in the sea the water becomes dark from the immense depth beneath them. The sky turns, and a gentle rain becomes an oppressive downpour. Soon the sea has done as she does best-turned tide. With all hands on deck her maid attempts to encourage Clarice back into the inside of the ship, but the chilling rain makes her feel alive. Like a slap awakening her from a long, drawn out dream. She realizes this is her life. No longer in that homeland of hers, and on her way to a place filled with uncertainty. She laughs ever so slightly, face upturned to the drops pelting her experience. Uncertain if it's instability, or if she's gone ill of mind, her maid goes to fetch his majesty. He comes out onto deck as the water slushes against the side of the ship. The rain slows his approach, and just as he comes within reach of her as she holds onto the railing, the vessel lurches. Thrown from the railing backwards, nearly falling into the kings arms, the wave churn, and slam the ship in the opposite direction. Fredrick goes to grab her hand, but it's far too late. Clarice has gone overboard.
Part 3
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But this can't be. The man before her is without a doubt the rumored monster leading the bloody, war consumed land of the Domani kingdom. The man who has over a dozen dead wives. The very one standing before her, showering her with such polite kindness, was a bonafide murderer. It stirs a deep confusion in her. The heart that beats faster each time he kisses her hand in respect, and freezes in fear when thinking about the atrocities he's committed. After this dizzying journey to port, they finally arrive and board the ship to head to the Domani Kingdom. The journey starts out quite normal for a sea faring voyage. Decent seas, fair winds, and the crew bustling amongst themselves, excited to return to their homeland. As they venture further in the sea the water becomes dark from the immense depth beneath them. The sky turns, and a gentle rain becomes an oppressive downpour. Soon the sea has done as she does best-turned tide. With all hands on deck her maid attempts to encourage Clarice back into the inside of the ship, but the chilling rain makes her feel alive. Like a slap awakening her from a long, drawn out dream. She realizes this is her life. No longer in that homeland of hers, and on her way to a place filled with uncertainty. She laughs ever so slightly, face upturned to the drops pelting her experience. Uncertain if it's instability, or if she's gone ill of mind, her maid goes to fetch his majesty. He comes out onto deck as the water slushes against the side of the ship. The rain slows his approach, and just as he comes within reach of her as she holds onto the railing, the vessel lurches. Thrown from the railing backwards, nearly falling into the kings arms, the wave churn, and slam the ship in the opposite direction. Fredrick goes to grab her hand, but it's far too late. Clarice has gone overboard.
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