So, here's the first christmas present for everyone who has been waiting * ashamed * for a continuation of angels + blood and a curse for so long. now I made it after all, despite all the complications * happy * but unfortunately only for christmas, I'm sorry. I hope you like it. is unfortunately very different from the version and I think a lot shorter than the one I wrote before, which is VERY; VERY SORRY! anyway: have fun reading!



We drove along the coast for a few weeks until we reached the top of Portugal. The ship was huge by my standards, at least for the amount of people it populated. After all, we were only three people and each of us got our own wing of the ship, which of course included our own cabin. Up until that point I didn't even know what it meant to have my own cabin. In the past I had mostly slept on deck with the entire crew, sometimes with my mother in the captain's cabin.But here, alone in a room that wasn't really big, not much more than a bed, a box for clothes and a small table, I felt so deserted.

I felt so alone without someone lying next to me and giving me the feeling of protection. I felt helpless. I don't know how many times I would wake up in the middle of the night to make sure no one was in the room but me. Then I got up and walked out of the room into the corridor. Moonlight shone through a porthole at the end of the corridor, bathing it in a silvery light. I crept slowly towards him until I reached a door about two meters from the back wall. It was Talius' cabin. I sat in front of the door and drew up. I heard his snoring behind the door and what was horrible to pretty much every other woman made me fall asleep gently.

Nevertheless, having your own cabin also had its advantages.I had enough space to pursue my hobby, drawing nautical charts. I was also able to train undisturbed. I had to do without it for a long time because I couldn't find the space or time for what ate me up inside, because I loved to train. Now, for the first time in years, I had the opportunity to brush up on my skills in unarmed combat. I felt rusty when I finally started one of my infamous kicks again. My knee crunched and I couldn't bend my heel as far as I used to. I felt so old Even though I was not yet forty and Talius many times older, I felt so indescribably old.

But after a few weeks of intensive training, I was able to move as I did before. And the night I became aware of this, I was finally able to go back to sleep with a clear conscience. I was strong enough again to take on any opponent who got in my way.To celebrate the day, I got up very early in the morning and studied the routes of the merchant ships. My hopes were confirmed and the place we had chosen to anchor was near a busy sea road. That didn't mean anything, of course, it might take days, if not weeks, for a ship to pass, but I was optimistic.

So I launched a dinghy and rowed out. Fog as thick as pea soup had risen overnight. I wondered if I would ever find my way back to our ship. But in the next moment I didn't care, because I could see the contours of a ship in the fog. My heart jumped violently and I rowed quickly to the side so as not to let my little boat ram off the ship. It was just a small galley, maybe 60 feet long, but just right for me. My pulse started beating faster and I felt the pirate rush through my veins.

When the ship had almost passed me, I rowed closer again and tried to get hold of a loose rope. After some back and forth and a long row of rows, I finally managed to grab it and moor it to my boat. I paused for a moment and basked in pride, but then I remembered how many times I had done such acts when I was a pirate. I missed the life from then. Even today it is still the case that melancholy seems to drive me insane whenever I think of all the people I have known who are now dead. It makes me so sad to think that I will probably never see her again. I miss you so much! It's when I want to cry and my urge to be mortal grows.

I remember when I woke up one day and mother's birthday had dawned. It was about half a year after she died.I woke up looking forward to giving her my gift. But I didn't have a present with me and even if I had had one, it would have been pointless because there was no one there to give it to. I was so depressed, devastated, my life seemed more pointless than ever. I took a sharp stone that was stuck in the ground next to me and worked it with a second stone until I had created a blade. I took it in my right hand and looked at it briefly out of my tearful eyes.

Then I reached out and dug it deep into my forearm. I hit the artery exactly and blood spurted from the wound. It painted dark spots on the floor and covered my face with lots of red splatters. But I didn't care. I kept pulling the stone down until my entire upper arm was just a single, gash. I felt dizzy from so much blood loss and leaned back against the tree I was sitting in front of.I imagined that I would finally die and see my mother and everyone else who had ever meant something to me again. But it was not like that. When I woke up, the wound on my forearm had healed and only the dark spots on the ground told of my suicide attempt.

I got angry and sad and tried again to kill my life with the same scanty success. But I didn't stop. I tried again and again and again. After trying twenty times or more, I was too exhausted, too distracted to continue. My face was more red than white, my eyes were puffy from crying and my lungs felt heavy and limp. I felt like I had given up the spoon thousands of years ago, but unfortunately the opposite was true. I tossed the stone as far as I could, which was only a few yards, and then howled myself to sleep.That day I finally realized that I could never see my mother again without help.

I shook my head to get the memory of that day out of my mind. Other things mattered now. I picked up the rope that was attached to my boat and pulled myself to the stern of the ship. There I spotted a porthole. I looked through it briefly to make sure that no one was in the cabin either. After I was sure of that, I reached for a crack between two planks that was just above the porthole. Then I reached out and skillfully kicked the window in. Unfortunately, I had to realize that I was still a bit out of practice, because I landed on my four letters and did not cushion myself gracefully as I had previously been able to do. Well, bravo! With 40 already thoughts about it. That I'm already too old. How will it be when I get really old. I mean really, really old.As an immortal, I could very well live to be a few thousand years old! Well, bravo!

I put my fears aside and crawled under a table because I could hear a few footsteps in front of the door.

I looked curiously between the table legs and only looked at a large, heavy door at first. When it opened I could see large feet hidden in large, heavy, black leather boots. Dark blue trousers made of a heavy material bulged over the leather boots and threw strange folds in the process. The person sat on their bed and pulled their boots off their feet. The stench of unwashed feet came over to me and as a matter of course a soft "Wah!" Escaped my throat.

A few fractions of a second later I realized what mistake I had made and covered my mouth with my hands. But it was already too late. The person on the bunk stopped, got up and slowly moved towards the table with big steps ...


and should continue ... black-angel! have fun and merry christmas, lg tin