by, her cries of fright and hunger pushed the pity of the good lonely man to take her as his. As opening the basket the baby appeased her cries and stared with her golden eyes towards her new father observing his features. Wearing a humble tunic his young grey hair shimmered in the morning light bringing laughter to the infant and happiness to the merchant heart. The chain on the child’s fragile neck indicated her name on a silver plate “Venus” he read “and so she must stay.” Keeping her name and carrying the girl with him back to his home he admired the world with a new light, the light of a father. He headed to Gaul with his new daughter, taking her everywhere on the Eurasian continent where he had business. Growing into a stunning young lady, wise and bright, she filled her father’s loneliness.
“Papa” she asked as they reached the peak of a cliff staring into the count r y “Don’t you find the view beautiful?”
“Ah, but nothing is more beautiful than my Venus.” He gladly stated. “I am growing into an old man and believe it is time for you to find a husband.”
“I will love no man greater than my father, and find myself too young to be wed. Why don’t you find a wife instead of me having to leave you? I could not bear it, that is why I accompany you, so why get rid of me.”
“My dear you are right, I presume I am still young enough for a woman to want me, but one day you shall be wed as well or you shall suffer the same loneliness I have before finding you.”
Settling in the Italian countryside, in a wooden house the Merchant decided to take in a wife as his daughter suggested, but he had the misfortune of choosing a woman with the heart of a snake. The woman green of jealous y of Venus’s beauty and bewitching intelligence wished by all means to get rid of her. With her new husbands advancing age she feared that all his fortune would go to his daughter, furious she decided that her greatest desire must be accomplished, Venus must die! The cold hearted woman burnt the ir cottage with the young Venus sleeping inside. Happily waiting her rivals death the merchant arrived home unexpectedly seeing the whole scene he tried to rescue his loving daughter but the horrific flames killed him. As he died he cursed his wife that she shall suffer the worst possible death. The night claimed its victim once again.
The fumes of the fire blew away by daybreak, but the night forgot a soul for Venus was intact. As the old slave warned long ago on her death bed, all of the manuscripts must be destroyed for the family to remain mortals. After the curse claims its first victim the rest of the Singletons when they meet their death has their soul and body condemned to immortality. Being twenty years of age Venus was forever trapped in the human body’s height of energy, but the remaining members of the family died of natural causes leaving them trapped in their rotting flesh. Growing insane of the horrendous state of their corpse they performed insane rituals in the hope of gaining back their mortality, the insanity of their sect is to grave to speak of.
Awakened to find her fathers blackened by the flames her humanity shattered when it came to dealing with the murderess. The merchant’s wife was convicted for witch craft, and the cruel woman did indeed suffer a death fit for her crime. She was burnt at the stake encountering an equivalent intensified pain as her dead husband had . Venus watched her body obliterate into dust till the very end.
Haunted by her memories, she began to suffer from visions of her past. With the intensification of this sinister event she sought out refuge but when the dark ages of war past by her village her suspicions where only confirmed, for she was immortal. Pushed to depart her decaying
“Papa” she asked as they reached the peak of a cliff staring into the count r y “Don’t you find the view beautiful?”
“Ah, but nothing is more beautiful than my Venus.” He gladly stated. “I am growing into an old man and believe it is time for you to find a husband.”
“I will love no man greater than my father, and find myself too young to be wed. Why don’t you find a wife instead of me having to leave you? I could not bear it, that is why I accompany you, so why get rid of me.”
“My dear you are right, I presume I am still young enough for a woman to want me, but one day you shall be wed as well or you shall suffer the same loneliness I have before finding you.”
Settling in the Italian countryside, in a wooden house the Merchant decided to take in a wife as his daughter suggested, but he had the misfortune of choosing a woman with the heart of a snake. The woman green of jealous y of Venus’s beauty and bewitching intelligence wished by all means to get rid of her. With her new husbands advancing age she feared that all his fortune would go to his daughter, furious she decided that her greatest desire must be accomplished, Venus must die! The cold hearted woman burnt the ir cottage with the young Venus sleeping inside. Happily waiting her rivals death the merchant arrived home unexpectedly seeing the whole scene he tried to rescue his loving daughter but the horrific flames killed him. As he died he cursed his wife that she shall suffer the worst possible death. The night claimed its victim once again.
The fumes of the fire blew away by daybreak, but the night forgot a soul for Venus was intact. As the old slave warned long ago on her death bed, all of the manuscripts must be destroyed for the family to remain mortals. After the curse claims its first victim the rest of the Singletons when they meet their death has their soul and body condemned to immortality. Being twenty years of age Venus was forever trapped in the human body’s height of energy, but the remaining members of the family died of natural causes leaving them trapped in their rotting flesh. Growing insane of the horrendous state of their corpse they performed insane rituals in the hope of gaining back their mortality, the insanity of their sect is to grave to speak of.
Awakened to find her fathers blackened by the flames her humanity shattered when it came to dealing with the murderess. The merchant’s wife was convicted for witch craft, and the cruel woman did indeed suffer a death fit for her crime. She was burnt at the stake encountering an equivalent intensified pain as her dead husband had . Venus watched her body obliterate into dust till the very end.
Haunted by her memories, she began to suffer from visions of her past. With the intensification of this sinister event she sought out refuge but when the dark ages of war past by her village her suspicions where only confirmed, for she was immortal. Pushed to depart her decaying
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