Chapter 7

The Slenderman stood right in front of that unflawed beauty and was truthfully stunned and speechless.
She was surrounded by a pale light, which made her look like an angel.

Her perfect and pale face ... Her eyes ... They had a colour he had never ever seen before and they were also full of wisdom – far more wisdom than a young female in her age (maybe around twenty?) should actually have.

Her hair was so long, as black as the most beautiful night and it fell in soft waves beyond her hips until her thighs.
He did not know that it was possible for humans to grow hair so shiny and silky and he felt the urge to touch it.
Around her forehead was a silver tiara.
A princess ... of perfection.

Suddenly he spotted her ears. They were pointed.

Now that was very strange. Was she born that way?
Human ears were not supposed to be like that, but it made her look even more exotic and prettier.

His eyeless gaze fell upon her clothes now.
Since when did random people wear clothes like this? Did she come from a prom, maybe from a wedding?
This silky, fine fabric must have been incredible expensive ...
Nobody would wear something like this.

Suddenly the Slenderman did not want to dirty this pure, white creature anymore; especially not with blood.

He did not know how long he stared at her in awe, then she started to sing and he backed away.
This music did something to him ... He felt something inside ... Something strange, weird ...

"Tego a verio nîn …"

No!

"Tego a verio nîn, garo i gam or nîn."

He wanted her to stop!

NO!

How did she dare to do that to him, to scare him?! And how stupid was he, to let himself be distracted and fooled by her beauty?!
Why him, the one who always looked through people, who did not care in the slightest about their looks?! They were all ugly inside.

Yes, beautiful beings were terrible and ugly inside, he hated them and he condemned them!

They were the first ones who had feel his wrath in painful ways and satisfy his hunger!
He would never forgive ...

HE HATED THEM!

With a deep and raging growl he tried to grab her with his black tendrils, about to tear her to shreds, to make her false beauty vanish piece by piece, to make her perfection imperfect.
But he couldn't reach the woman; the pale light which was surrounding her burnt his tendrils when they touched it, sending shivers through his whole body.

"Togo a verio nîn!"

It wasn't a mere song ... It was magic, and he grabbed his aching head with his long fingers, backing away.
Painful fear ...
The female came closer whilst she continued to sing and he stumbled against the wall.
What did she want to do to him?

Is this the angel that came to judge me?

Unexpectedly he felt a soft, gentle and loving touch on his chest and he froze.
What was that ...?
Neither she nor this light did hurt him ...
The strange feeling within him just grew stronger. It was warmth and suddenly it felt so comforting and curing.

"Ir lîn i rhoa lîn band în

ir i faeg rhoa mad

ir morn gwaith or edonna-gen

ir dreg pain moeth ar gling

ir cen mellyn edonna-telec

ir heiru at narcha-tuir

ir i daedelos lîn în tuir

coelia-nin ech at nin cûn în."

Now there was something about this melody that enchanted him and made him forget his blood hunger.
He was ... He was kind of drifting away to a beautiful place, with endless green forests, meadows, far mountains and blue skies.
The melody carried him softly far away from agony, wrath darkness and despair towards warmth and balmy light.