Isabel

 

"I will set my face against any Israelite or any foreigner residing among them who eats blood, and I will cut them off from the people. For the life of a creature is in the blood, and I have given it to you to make atonement for yourselves on the altar; it is the blood that makes atonement for one's life."

Leviticus 17: 10-11.


















Esabel countess, daughter of two cousins
obsessed in the lewdness of her flesh since her pre-adolescence she was
because she searched for perdition, because she knew the secret of the man.
Her maternal uncle, Stephen Bathory, prince of Transylvania, king of the Poles, he worships the Slavic Goddess of the Sky and the Stars, incarnate in his wife Anna Jagiellon, queen elected of the Poles, last survivor of her race, the Jagiellon dynasty.

At the darkened hours of the afternoon in the castle
Anna gives Esabel a golden peach, which belonged to the Voivod Coloman I "The Book-Lover"
and the peach is miraculously fresh and free from corruption, by the magic of Jesus the Christ
and Anna is a witch raised in the jungles of Poland, because she knew the secret of the wolfe.

Esabel fantasma is daughter of two cousins, impure and turbid in the brain, and a prisoner of the nymphomania since her pre-adolescence, because she found Gehenna, because she searched for Gehenna.


Walking naked by the tortile lanes of the infirm village near the castle, Esabel shows the physical luxuriance of her 44 years [this is strange, or not].... on a corner, standing like a deformed elf, there is an old and wrinkled woman, Esabel stops her march:
obeying an imperious movement of her hand, the cohort of anemic libertines stops behind the countess phantom

she laughs at the horrid ugliness of the witch with black cruelty under the white sky of the day
the belittled humanity of the old hex trembles, channelizing its own fury in the greenish iris of her eyes, which are circumscribed by a scary arcus senilis.

The old woman curses Esabel opening a rotten mouth with no lips / the image gets slower, oneiric.


Later at night, at her bedchambers, Isabel notices her skin getting suddenly wrinkled in front of the yellow mirror:
obsessed by beauty and physical love, Esabel runs screaming desperately to the principal hall where damozels and pages listen to the lascivious poesy of the minnesingers 

Among the correveidiles of her minimal court there is a witch, her name is Basura or Ordura
the magic-woman suggests Esabel to drink blood of young girl, in order to keep her skin juvenile, smooth and beautiful forever:

a young maidservant, white like a buñuelo, is brought beside the hexagonal and disproportionate throne

the life of this daughter means nothing, she's poor and her parents eat mud in their hut every night

the girl's jugular is slashed with a sharpened paper: Esabel drinks from the gushing vein like an erotic mosquito

litres of blood are viciously deposited in her stomach, she feels reanimated and crueller than ever
because the blood makes the animal stony-hearted and insatiable, because in its blood the psyche and brain of the animal is

a homosexual eunuch consumed by the chancre brings the yellow mirror:
the wrinkles disappeared. 
Out on the parallel patios of palace, the white serpents copulate under the ranunculi.

Incomplete the treatment is, incomplete: 
as soon as Esabel wakes up, she runs naked to the Ottoman mirror

the wrinkles returned, her breasts and neck are crossed by long and narrow grooves

prey of panic and horror, she understands that she needs the red life every day

too late Esabel understands, too late
now she is captive of the ultimate depravity

in burning nights and ardent months, Esabel Bathory fornicated in her natatoriums replete of blood

her vaginal fluids, gastric acid and menstrual juice got intermixed as one with the sanguine fluid of hundreds of massacred girls:




all the girls returned.





So one noon, under the sun of the Republics
the king Matthias Habsburg, her hater cousin
Holy Roman Emperor and king of the Hungarian
her head to roll, he wanted, her head
all in the name of the young citizens
and the princes of the World, her head.





All her followers -except the witches- were decapitated

all the servants returned.




And the witches had their legs bestially uprooted from the hips

and their eyes were burned with ajenjo.

All the witches returned.


Esabel commited suicide copulating with dogs over edgy scimitars
maddened in the mystery of her own gushing veins, Esabel spectre

her vagina and her breasts were devoured with ferocity / the dogs disappeared like Xanas in the waterfall

her detruncated legs and head were shattered against the white Arab carpets of the walls by obscure hands

her ecstatic eyes were fixed on the bestial potence of the vice, gone down forever through a tube full of fire.


Returned.





A simulated burial under the church of Csejte was seen by the emaciated servants, a simulated burial

no body filled the coffin, no corpse was interred.