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This poem is the origins of the Invisible Serpent, The Faceless Girl, and "The Witch".

The Story (The Vain, The Vengeful, and The Virtuous)[]

The Vain[]

There was once a woman
Wrapped in satin, rubies, and gold
Who lived on the Hill of Spiel Crock
Where trees of persimmon grow

Her vain greater than a peacock's
With unending hunger for beauty
Unmatched was her madness and cruelty
To the people of the Village below the Hill

As the days passed her beauty faded
Her face replaced by one that she hated
She knew time was running out
But a solution to her problem wasn't found

One day in the town of Uter-Montem
A young girl, dressed in wool and linen
Was sent to the Hill to fetch persimmon
For her family back in the quaint old village

The woman was hidden in the trees
And saw the girl's youthful face
With a shrill she jumped on the girl
And stole her face with a grin

"ALAS, HER BEAUTY IS NOW MINE!"
Shrieked the horrible woman in glee
Pushing the poor girl's body down the hill
Cracking her spine as it hit the trees

The young girl's corpse laid silent and still
Tainted in the color of rubies the woman wore
As the village wailed with the girl's family
The woman they now feared and abhorred
 

The Vengeful[]

Deep within the earth new eyes had opened
Alas! The young girl finally breathed again
Her soul, filled with anger and disdain
Only one goal has remained in her brain.

Fingers reached and clawed away the dirt
Her breath, staggering as she burst out
Finally free from her vessel underground
A memory of satin, rubies, and gold

She ran and ran throughout the woods
A thirst for revenge taking place in her mind
Sobs and insanity made her eyes blind
For a stolen face she will never find

She spots a woman, in satin and gold
"My face! My face!" she says with a shout
Ripping, clawing until she couldn't no more
And she left, the woman's body now cold

She ran, ran again, no one could stop her
Finding a woman in rubies and ribbons
Holding baskets filled to the brim with persimmon
She cried out in anger, for this must be the one!

"My face! My face!" she says with a shriek
Lunging at the woman with full speed
Only her screams filled the damp forest air
As her body soon lay, frozen and bare

Another woman came to the woods
Clutching rubies, gold, and other goods
With all her might, the young girl chased after
But the woman ran faster and out of sight

"A girl, a girl with no face!"
Exclaimed the lucky woman who had escaped
The village was filled with shock and fright
Since then, no one dared to go out at night

"The Virtuous"[]

Finally, there was a newcomer in town
A woman, in search of herbs around
Clutching plants and a smile on her face
Blessing the village with her grace

The folk warned her, "Stray from the woods!"
But the forest had what she needed
So their warning she never heeded
And so she came upon the young girl

The witch was frightened by the sight
For what she saw was not a face
But muscle, tendons, and eyes filled with hate
Standing out in the dark of night

"Kind woman, have you seen my face?"
Spoke the little girl, a veil of innocence
The woman choked, trying to digest
"No little girl, I have not found your face."

The girl wept and the woman felt pity
"Every passing day makes me weary
For the grief I have is too heavy
Please, I cannot pass on without it"

The woman, was moved by her words
She uttered a promise she was determined to fulfill
"Little girl, I will lift your curse,
By noon 'morrow meet me below the hill."

The witch trekked, faster and faster
Her heart pounding louder and louder
She finally came, the cursed hill of persimmon
Now all was left was to look for the woman

The wretched woman saw her first
Whilst hidden in the many persimmon trees
Reignited was her immense thirst
And lunged at the witch without warning

"Wretched woman! Here you are!
Your vanity has gone too far
Why, a little girl's face you even marred
For your own endless, selfish quest for beauty."

"Because you lay hidden, you will learn to be unseen
To crawl on your belly, for all eternity"
And so the witch raised her arms
And turned the woman into her true form

A serpent! A serpent with horns
Just like the devil that the holy man scorned
Her eyes became plenty and lined with gold
Filled with ruby and a false face made of stone

Her once satin skin has now became rough
As her shrieks slowly became hisses of defeat
As the witch brought back the little girl's face
And now the young spirit has gone to another place

2nd Story (Virtuous Never Came)[]

Hello. If you're reading this, you already seen the poem. Congratulations.

I would "love" to shake your hand, but sadly, I'm less physical than I was when I was alive.

So let's recall the tale, shall we? A vain woman cursed, a vengeful little girl put to rest, and justice reigned in the end, thanks to one, virtuous, woman.

But that's not it.

You ever noticed how "Virtuous" was...hmm...unusual? A bit confusing? The ending rushed? Questions running in your head?

"How'd she know the vain woman?" "How'd she know of the hill?" "How?"

(Or maybe you just brushed all of these away as some quirk in stories of old.)

To answer your question, it's because "Virtuous" was made up. She isn't real. She never was, and never did in the first place.

Ahhh, It's just like reality. You get wronged, so? Either cry in a corner or deal with it. It's considered a miracle these days if you even get righted for the sins against you. It's not my rule, it's just what happens. Justice rarely goes around, and all you see are news of crooks and sinners getting their way. Just like real life, "Virtuous" never comes. "Virtuous" is a lie. "Virtuous" is a false hope.

Everyone loves a good story, but no one wants to stick around for the bad ending. A tragedy is a good story, but no one wants to hear how the scummy villain won in the end. So they change the tale to their own vision, making it happier for everyone who listens.

You think "Vain" was a woman to begin with? No, ha, she...or it, to be precise, was already a serpent in the first place. And just like any other snake, it lies, it lures, then it strikes. It doesn't even have a sense of vanity, it's just nature. With "Vengeful"'s naivety, combined with the abilities of the snake, she was already bound to die sooner or later in Spiel Crock Hill.

It's a fascinating freak of nature, in my opinion. I've seen many face-stealers in my lifetime, but never one such as this. Usually they had limbs and tried too hard in pretending to be human, but this, it's just a snake. Larger than the average snake, of course, but you'll be surprised to see it's smaller than you think.

It's smart, I'll give it that. To skin it's victim's face and put it on its head. And to top it all off, a fake voice! Why, you would only see birds doing that. Their sounds are almost human, but this snake, it's fake voice just sounds too human.

As for "Vengeful", she still roams the parts near Spiel Crock Hill. Still killing people as well, specifically women in their early to late 30s. Her face, or not-face is too grotesque for me to describe, so I will leave it up to your imagination to how she looks. She's known to the people of Ulmontem (or, Unter-Montem, if you will) as the Spiel Crock Girl.

Poor girl. No innocence left for her to go to Heaven, no self-awareness to snap her out of it, no knowledge of what her killer actually was, and no "Virtuous" to save her from her misery.

Note[]

Story, art, and character wikis are made by Peeyoop.[1]

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