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The Fatalità's Kiss - Episode 6
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Heine: You told me that you were ostracised by your village for having a weak body.
Even after falling ill, you refused to go back to your village. You were probably afraid of what they’ll do to you.
You even said the unfathomable — that you want to stay by my side…
Maiden’s Corpse: ………
Heine: I never intended to treat you with kindness. You looked as though you were about to break. So fragile. That’s why I treated you so gently.
… You really are… A foolish girl, that’s what you are. Foolish… stupid…
…… What is this feeling…?
[ In the forest where icicles sang… ]
Owen: What the hell’s wrong with that guy. He’s the one that started the conversation to begin with. Spoilsport.
… Mm, but that nectar really was sweet as can be. Weird shape for a fruit, but the taste of it wasn’t bad at all.
…? There’s people coming this way…
Woman in Scarf: … What if it’s been going poorly?
It’s not like that child is good for anything besides her looks… She’s pretty stupid. She might have made things worse.
Man in Hat: We have no other choice. He’s a monster, a plague on our village… We can only gamble on her.
With any luck, Heine’s already taken a liking to her. And if the wedding goes through, we might eventually have a wizard protecting our village.
If that happens, we can finally stop living every day in fear. We won’t have to worry every moment of our lives that we might be eaten for no reason.
Though it probably won’t change the fact that we’ll have to live out the rest of our lives bringing him offers of food and currying his favour. Tch, seriously, what a pain in the ass…
Owen: (These people must be from the village that made the bride offering.)
(So they don’t know that the maiden’s already dead…?)
[ Owen smiles. ]
Owen: ………
[ Heine’s Manor ]
Woman in Scarf: P-pardon our intrusion, Heine sama. We’ve come to make her dress alterations.
Heine: You…
Man in Hat: Please, tell us what we can do to thank you for accepting the marriage! Anything at all! We wish to show our endless gratitude in both words and deeds.
Hey, girl, say your thanks as well. Are you asleep?
Oi… What’s wrong? Pull yourself together.
Woman in Scarf: …? … No, don’t tell me…
…… No way. Ahh, this can’t be—!
Heine: … She’s……
Man in Hat: … Ice-cold… Wasted away, only skin and bones left…
Woman in Scarf: You stupid girl. Useless, to your very last breath.
Heine: What…?
Man in Hat: Damn it! Damn it all! The wedding’s only a few days away! How could you starve your bride to death?!
I-I bet you forgot to even feed her! You must’ve been too busy being a glutton, stuffing your own face with food!
You’re always like that. You and your sheer wanton gluttony, consuming all of our food and everything we have…!
Heine: I did no such thing! I served her fruit. Animal meat. But she wouldn’t eat a single bite.
No. She couldn’t eat. She had fallen ill… She refused to listen to me! She refused to return to the village!
Man in Hat: And you expect us to believe that! It’s because of you that we live in fear. You have no idea how much we struggle to even survive! Ugh…
You’ll never get it. You monster! There’s not even a shred of humanity in you!
Woman in Scarf: Oh, Tina, stupid Tina, you really are a useless girl! I told you that you were a live sacrifice meant to get rid of this nuisance…… Oh, ohh…
You dolt! A dunce, even to your bitter end. What a good-for-nothing!
Heine: Silence, you.
Shut up! Shut up, SHUT UP!!
[ Gore sfx ]
Woman in Scarf: …… Urgh… Guh…
………
Man in Hat: (whimpering)
Heine: ……
Man in Hat: Ahh, no… AAAARRGHHHH!!
[ Gore sfx ]
[ Heine arrives at the maiden’s village. There is carnage everywhere. ]
Villagers: (screaming)
Somebody, anybody! Help us…!
Run for your lives! Heine’s attacking us! We’ll all be eaten alive by that— GAAAHHH!!
[ Meanwhile, up in the night sky… ]
Owen: Fufu…
Ahaha! What a sight to die for.
It’s just like watching a ravening, bloodthirsty beast. You truly are a monster.
[ Heine’s Manor ]
Heine: … (panting) Ha, hah……
… H-hahah……
… I’m back, maiden. I attacked that village you’re from.
I KILLED THEM ALL! Everyone in the village. Every last one of them.
I slaughtered them, and then I ate them. Your village, I…
………
Tina………
… Tell me it was all a lie.
That you didn’t love me. That you hate me. That you can’t stand the sight of me.
That’ll set me free. So that I can sink my teeth into your cold, hardened flesh.
Yet… why………
… Owen. I know you’re here. Show yourself.
[ Slow clapping sfx ]
Owen: Bravo. What a master class showcase of what it means to be a tyrant.
I like that look on your face. It’s a pretty good one. Much better than all that wishy-washiness I saw earlier.
Heine: So you were watching all along, huh… You’re awful…
Owen: I’ll let that one slide, whelp.
Anyway, since you’re so impertinent and simple-minded, how about I give you some pointers on the proper way to live in the North?
Heine: What are you talking about…?
Owen: If you heed what I say, you will bask under a sky of blood and bathe in seas of chaos.
You will rise above the unfortunate souls and fearful humans. You will leave terror and grief in your wake.
You’ll have fun, and I will too. After all, there’s nothing I like more than seeing human hearts warp and twist in misery.
Heine: … You’re a jester without a court. Who would ever take your counsel?
Owen: Oh? Well, too bad then.
Alright, it’s time for the final course of this feast. Eat that girl.
Heine: ………
Owen: She’s just going to rot away if you don’t. C’mon, now’s not the time to be a picky eater.
What? Are you going to tell me you have a soft spot for her now?
Heine: … I do not know. I do not know, yet I…
…… I cannot eat her…
Owen: What?
Heine: She’s the only one I can’t bring myself to eat…
Owen: … You. You do know what you’re saying, right?
Quit joking around. She was obviously trying to sweet-talk you — don’t tell me you believed a word out of her mouth?
You’re an idiot. You’ve been deceived all this while.
Heine: What…?
Owen: Wizards ought to be feared. No one should be fond of them.
She tricked you, obviously. She was trying to butter you up so that she could lure you into a trap. She wanted you to let you guard down, to create a weakness.
She gobbled you up with her sweet words. She used you for her own ends.
That maiden never loved you.
Heine: She deceived me…
………
Tina? Tina did that to me?
Owen: That’s right. Well, whatever the case, isn’t it a good thing she’s dead now?
The whole world would point and laugh at a wizard of the North that creates weaknesses for himself.
Heine: Heh…
… Haha, hahahah!
Yes, that’s right. That must be it!
Why did I not notice until now? Haha… ha……
Owen: ………
Heine: … Owen, will you mock me?
If you wish to laugh at me, you are welcome to… Laugh to your heart’s content, and leave me be.
From this day forth, I will seal away this forest. No one shall enter until I hold that fruit of fate in my hands once more!
O pitiful maiden, forced to wed a monster. I will not release you from your sins. You will never be forgiven for deceiving me.
Even as you rot and wither, even as you become nothing more than bones…
Mark my words! That fruit will be mine! I will make you eat it with me, and together, we shall sink into the deepest depths of hell!
[ Present day ]
Owen: So Heine went and put up his seal, and the forest dropped off the face of the earth.
The End.
Mithra: So he was more fixated on the skeleton bride than the fruit?
Going through all that effort for a human maiden. What a foolish thing to do.
Akira: ………
Cain & Riquet & Heathcliff: ………
Owen had told us such a magnificent tale that the younger wizards and I were speechless.
I squeezed Saccie a little tighter in my arms.
Rustica: How heartwrenching… They were quietly nurturing the seeds of their love.
Faust: The villagers were self-serving. All of them were complicit in the maiden’s death.
They dumped all their hopes onto her, and when it didn’t work out, they acted like she’d betrayed them.
Owen: I mean, humans are always dumb like that. Heine was just as dumb himself though.
In the end, he wasn’t much of anything, not a monster but not quite a man either — how wretched.
He could’ve been such an interesting freakshow if he’d just ate the maiden’s corpse right there.
Owen looked unamused, as if he’d opened a candy jar just for it to be empty.
There was no sign of sympathy in the way he scoffed in ridicule.
Cain: … Why do you speak with such disdain?
Even if Heine was a monster feared by humans, that’s no reason for him to be undeserving of someone’s love.
Owen: Correction: you’re a monster because you can’t be loved. That applies to everyone who lives in this country.
Love is a special privilege that only the weak can have, because they need to do useless things like seeking comfort in each other. You can’t rely on others and still expect to thrive in this country.
Only the strongest survive. Naive people like that can expect to die like worms.
Heathcliff: … Is that why Heine had no choice but to convince himself that his bride had deceived him?
That’s why he couldn’t just share the fruit of fate with her as an act of love? That it had to be an act of revenge on the maiden that had tricked him?
So that’s what he had to tell himself for hundreds of years……
Mithra: It’s crazy that he lasted that long when she’s already dead. Admittedly though, that level of obsession is pretty impressive in its own right.
… He’d have been much better off if he had simply forgotten about her and moved on with his life.
For the wizards of the North, loving someone only created a glaring weakness for yourself.
To remain strong, one must remain unfettered. Pridefully, they discard others.
next episode →
Heine: You told me that you were ostracised by your village for having a weak body.
Even after falling ill, you refused to go back to your village. You were probably afraid of what they’ll do to you.
You even said the unfathomable — that you want to stay by my side…
Maiden’s Corpse: ………
Heine: I never intended to treat you with kindness. You looked as though you were about to break. So fragile. That’s why I treated you so gently.
… You really are… A foolish girl, that’s what you are. Foolish… stupid…
…… What is this feeling…?
[ In the forest where icicles sang… ]
Owen: What the hell’s wrong with that guy. He’s the one that started the conversation to begin with. Spoilsport.
… Mm, but that nectar really was sweet as can be. Weird shape for a fruit, but the taste of it wasn’t bad at all.
…? There’s people coming this way…
Woman in Scarf: … What if it’s been going poorly?
It’s not like that child is good for anything besides her looks… She’s pretty stupid. She might have made things worse.
Man in Hat: We have no other choice. He’s a monster, a plague on our village… We can only gamble on her.
With any luck, Heine’s already taken a liking to her. And if the wedding goes through, we might eventually have a wizard protecting our village.
If that happens, we can finally stop living every day in fear. We won’t have to worry every moment of our lives that we might be eaten for no reason.
Though it probably won’t change the fact that we’ll have to live out the rest of our lives bringing him offers of food and currying his favour. Tch, seriously, what a pain in the ass…
Owen: (These people must be from the village that made the bride offering.)
(So they don’t know that the maiden’s already dead…?)
[ Owen smiles. ]
Owen: ………
[ Heine’s Manor ]
Woman in Scarf: P-pardon our intrusion, Heine sama. We’ve come to make her dress alterations.
Heine: You…
Man in Hat: Please, tell us what we can do to thank you for accepting the marriage! Anything at all! We wish to show our endless gratitude in both words and deeds.
Hey, girl, say your thanks as well. Are you asleep?
Oi… What’s wrong? Pull yourself together.
Woman in Scarf: …? … No, don’t tell me…
…… No way. Ahh, this can’t be—!
Heine: … She’s……
Man in Hat: … Ice-cold… Wasted away, only skin and bones left…
Woman in Scarf: You stupid girl. Useless, to your very last breath.
Heine: What…?
Man in Hat: Damn it! Damn it all! The wedding’s only a few days away! How could you starve your bride to death?!
I-I bet you forgot to even feed her! You must’ve been too busy being a glutton, stuffing your own face with food!
You’re always like that. You and your sheer wanton gluttony, consuming all of our food and everything we have…!
Heine: I did no such thing! I served her fruit. Animal meat. But she wouldn’t eat a single bite.
No. She couldn’t eat. She had fallen ill… She refused to listen to me! She refused to return to the village!
Man in Hat: And you expect us to believe that! It’s because of you that we live in fear. You have no idea how much we struggle to even survive! Ugh…
You’ll never get it. You monster! There’s not even a shred of humanity in you!
Woman in Scarf: Oh, Tina, stupid Tina, you really are a useless girl! I told you that you were a live sacrifice meant to get rid of this nuisance…… Oh, ohh…
You dolt! A dunce, even to your bitter end. What a good-for-nothing!
Heine: Silence, you.
Shut up! Shut up, SHUT UP!!
[ Gore sfx ]
Woman in Scarf: …… Urgh… Guh…
………
Man in Hat: (whimpering)
Heine: ……
Man in Hat: Ahh, no… AAAARRGHHHH!!
[ Gore sfx ]
[ Heine arrives at the maiden’s village. There is carnage everywhere. ]
Villagers: (screaming)
Somebody, anybody! Help us…!
Run for your lives! Heine’s attacking us! We’ll all be eaten alive by that— GAAAHHH!!
[ Meanwhile, up in the night sky… ]
Owen: Fufu…
Ahaha! What a sight to die for.
It’s just like watching a ravening, bloodthirsty beast. You truly are a monster.
[ Heine’s Manor ]
Heine: … (panting) Ha, hah……
… H-hahah……
… I’m back, maiden. I attacked that village you’re from.
I KILLED THEM ALL! Everyone in the village. Every last one of them.
I slaughtered them, and then I ate them. Your village, I…
………
Tina………
… Tell me it was all a lie.
That you didn’t love me. That you hate me. That you can’t stand the sight of me.
That’ll set me free. So that I can sink my teeth into your cold, hardened flesh.
Yet… why………
… Owen. I know you’re here. Show yourself.
[ Slow clapping sfx ]
Owen: Bravo. What a master class showcase of what it means to be a tyrant.
I like that look on your face. It’s a pretty good one. Much better than all that wishy-washiness I saw earlier.
Heine: So you were watching all along, huh… You’re awful…
Owen: I’ll let that one slide, whelp.
Anyway, since you’re so impertinent and simple-minded, how about I give you some pointers on the proper way to live in the North?
Heine: What are you talking about…?
Owen: If you heed what I say, you will bask under a sky of blood and bathe in seas of chaos.
You will rise above the unfortunate souls and fearful humans. You will leave terror and grief in your wake.
You’ll have fun, and I will too. After all, there’s nothing I like more than seeing human hearts warp and twist in misery.
Heine: … You’re a jester without a court. Who would ever take your counsel?
Owen: Oh? Well, too bad then.
Alright, it’s time for the final course of this feast. Eat that girl.
Heine: ………
Owen: She’s just going to rot away if you don’t. C’mon, now’s not the time to be a picky eater.
What? Are you going to tell me you have a soft spot for her now?
Heine: … I do not know. I do not know, yet I…
…… I cannot eat her…
Owen: What?
Heine: She’s the only one I can’t bring myself to eat…
Owen: … You. You do know what you’re saying, right?
Quit joking around. She was obviously trying to sweet-talk you — don’t tell me you believed a word out of her mouth?
You’re an idiot. You’ve been deceived all this while.
Heine: What…?
Owen: Wizards ought to be feared. No one should be fond of them.
She tricked you, obviously. She was trying to butter you up so that she could lure you into a trap. She wanted you to let you guard down, to create a weakness.
She gobbled you up with her sweet words. She used you for her own ends.
That maiden never loved you.
Heine: She deceived me…
………
Tina? Tina did that to me?
Owen: That’s right. Well, whatever the case, isn’t it a good thing she’s dead now?
The whole world would point and laugh at a wizard of the North that creates weaknesses for himself.
Heine: Heh…
… Haha, hahahah!
Yes, that’s right. That must be it!
Why did I not notice until now? Haha… ha……
Owen: ………
Heine: … Owen, will you mock me?
If you wish to laugh at me, you are welcome to… Laugh to your heart’s content, and leave me be.
From this day forth, I will seal away this forest. No one shall enter until I hold that fruit of fate in my hands once more!
O pitiful maiden, forced to wed a monster. I will not release you from your sins. You will never be forgiven for deceiving me.
Even as you rot and wither, even as you become nothing more than bones…
Mark my words! That fruit will be mine! I will make you eat it with me, and together, we shall sink into the deepest depths of hell!
[ Present day ]
Owen: So Heine went and put up his seal, and the forest dropped off the face of the earth.
The End.
Mithra: So he was more fixated on the skeleton bride than the fruit?
Going through all that effort for a human maiden. What a foolish thing to do.
Akira: ………
Cain & Riquet & Heathcliff: ………
Owen had told us such a magnificent tale that the younger wizards and I were speechless.
I squeezed Saccie a little tighter in my arms.
Rustica: How heartwrenching… They were quietly nurturing the seeds of their love.
Faust: The villagers were self-serving. All of them were complicit in the maiden’s death.
They dumped all their hopes onto her, and when it didn’t work out, they acted like she’d betrayed them.
Owen: I mean, humans are always dumb like that. Heine was just as dumb himself though.
In the end, he wasn’t much of anything, not a monster but not quite a man either — how wretched.
He could’ve been such an interesting freakshow if he’d just ate the maiden’s corpse right there.
Owen looked unamused, as if he’d opened a candy jar just for it to be empty.
There was no sign of sympathy in the way he scoffed in ridicule.
Cain: … Why do you speak with such disdain?
Even if Heine was a monster feared by humans, that’s no reason for him to be undeserving of someone’s love.
Owen: Correction: you’re a monster because you can’t be loved. That applies to everyone who lives in this country.
Love is a special privilege that only the weak can have, because they need to do useless things like seeking comfort in each other. You can’t rely on others and still expect to thrive in this country.
Only the strongest survive. Naive people like that can expect to die like worms.
Heathcliff: … Is that why Heine had no choice but to convince himself that his bride had deceived him?
That’s why he couldn’t just share the fruit of fate with her as an act of love? That it had to be an act of revenge on the maiden that had tricked him?
So that’s what he had to tell himself for hundreds of years……
Mithra: It’s crazy that he lasted that long when she’s already dead. Admittedly though, that level of obsession is pretty impressive in its own right.
… He’d have been much better off if he had simply forgotten about her and moved on with his life.
For the wizards of the North, loving someone only created a glaring weakness for yourself.
To remain strong, one must remain unfettered. Pridefully, they discard others.
next episode →