CHAPTER 11
When I entered HOAR Castle I walked swiftly up the curved stairway, the inside of the grandeur castle was the colors of creme-yellow and fall-brown and the most beautiful chandeliers hung in all thirty-one rooms. There is a gourmet chefs Island kitchen, wonderful bathrooms and each with a gorgeous STARSCAPE Ceiling that displayed a beautiful outside sky- it's as if magic cast the illusion to whatever the time was outdoors- it looked so real as if it were the actual sky itself, it was absolutely amazing. Violin-opera music came through the walls of HOAR Castle eerily. The house staff was busy at work and there was only two butlers in attendance. The first butler stood near the entrance to the kitchen doors, the kitchen was closed and the busy staff swarmed about the kitchen making a racket of noise going to and fro preparing the evening meal. The second butler stood at the top of the stairs and when he saw me he came down the stairs out of his snobbishness although when he stood before me his nose held high and he acted all bougie. He asked with English accent what my business was inside of HOAR Castle and I told him I had come for business with ARATA SICARIIDAE, and he immediately showed me to her room and then he turned from me and moved back to his post quickly, for he was on strong watch that even the clever teeth couldn't get past him.
ARATA SICARIIDAE was just as she said she would be laying in bed- dressed whorishly- awaiting the arrival of her lover the spider Priest Pisces. ARATA smiled the wickedest smile upon seeing my face enter her bedroom, it's the most marvelous room with a gold fireplace and spectacular, tall, Egyptian vases on each side stuffed with pussy willow flowers that gave a cinnamon scent that filled the entire room and my nostrils the moment I came through the double doors of ARATA'S bedroom. It is the most marvelous master suite.
"ARATA, you must remove yourself from such shameful position before a angry legion of demons come to your bed and carry you off with them to the fiery pits of Hades!" I scolded.
I fold my arms in anger and ARATA said nothing she only lie down on her bed in that shameful position that she neither cared nor felt shame about but only continued her wicked smiling and then looked at me with such cold and scorn in her dark, hazel-brown bedroom eyes and spat, ARATA'S dark, hazel-brown eyes misty and possibly from crying before now.
"OOOWOO, let them come in and see my shame..!" she scold sassy spreading her legs apart a bit further underneath the satin cream-beige top sheet. "Look, I will let them come in to me." ARATA SICARIIDAE bragged on herself proudly and laughed whole-heartedly and I turned my head away quickly, I was disgusted she was this way- so ill mannered and loose. ARATA SICARIIDAE had become quite mad.
Inside LATRODEUS Palace a spider elder George Lucas was telling a history's old tale about a great spider aunt's death and burial inside Bitter Root lake.
"A many, many dark and dreamy years ago in 1833 in the underground country of Nor Marie there lived a great and virtuous lady named Francis THERIDIIDAE, Francis was eighteen at the time and fresh out of WEBBLE High School. Francis took a job as a night waitress at the shack house, a beaten stable that was fortunately turned into a fancy little place of a restaurant. There she met and fell deeply in love with one handsome devil of a spider, a Bernard Lucas, the two of them married shortly afterwards. In 1900 our country was visited by a band of southern vampires that we called the southern white spirit vampires because their faces were so pale. Well, their visit was short lived. Although it was more-so like an evasion of Nor Marie, the southern white spirit vampires tried to claim our country as their everlasting home and we were very reluctant to their demand.
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Soon a big and terrible war happened between the southern white spirit vampires and the people spiders. During the war that lasted until late winter Francis THERIDIIDAE'S husband was killed in action and Francis and a host of other female and some male spiders became bad off sick with war fever (which is actually called scarlet fever) and everyone of them near died from it. There was a slow recovery from it and the war ended a month later. The spiders overcame the southern white spirit vampires winning by a margin and sadly aunt Francis THERIDIIDAE buried her husband along with all the other five members and family of the spider packs. Bernard Lucas remains were taken to bitter root lake and buried inside a plot underneath the water in the center of the lake, and a single black, short stem rose was placed on the coffin. About a month or so after such terrible tragedy had been aunt Francis again met a suitor, and this time he was from her very own family, he was a THERIDIIDAE the same as she and they married a year later. Francis days became brighter, there were no more vampires of anykind coming into our country and we were happy.
Our creator the spider Priest Pisces never really cared for the vampires and was for one overly pleased to see them gone for good. Vampires were looked upon by the spiders as Heathens, blood thirsty vipers, overly demanding and prouder than we spiders and Pisces wasn't having any of it. Spiders were looked upon by the vampires and the humans as creepy, crawling devils and freaks of nature that must not be allowed no amount of life. Anyway, Francis had been warned that because of her and the other spiders illnesses during the vampire and spider war that left a good many spiders scarred from the scarlet fever not to tempt the thing called fate and have any children but she did have one child for the sake of her husband Larry THERIDIIDAE. Immediately afterwards she fell sickly and never reccupperated and in the tenth month and first week she succumb to death with family members by her bedside.
Francis THERIDIIDAE was buried in bitter root lake beside her husband's grave. Great Aunt Francis THERIDIIDAE! Poor, poor great lady and poor she was until her dying days..." George Lucas raised a large THERIDIIDAE spider goblet up in honor of the late, great spider aunt Francis THERIDIIDAE in addition to the one he held in his othet hand that was his own Lucas spider goblet and all the other spiders inside the lovely drawing room responded in a near mumble as if they were forcing themselves to bring the words of honor through their tongue and they all sounded somewhat saddened by her death that happened forty years to this day the spiders raised their spider goblets in honor of her too."May great Aunt Francis THERIDIIDAE rest in peace in bitter root lake." George took a drink from his spider goblet and the other spiders joined in including the newly married couple. Everyone chimed in harmony together. "To great Aunt Francis THERIDIIDAE, may she rest in peace, always."
The toast was finished, the gathering for the couple resumed. The celebration ended at exactly eleven thirty-three.
That night I returned to ARATA SICARIIDAE'S room she was drowning in deep sorrow, her heart was broken over Pisces, and even her cries were haunting.
"Pisces is suppose to belong to me..!" she snapped fierce ARATA clawed irritatingly into her chest. "How dare ARANHA take him from me, I hate her! She will never be happy with Pisces I won't allow the two of them to be happy because he's mine and I will have him again."
ARATA SICARIIDAE cried and sobbed heavily onto her chest. Then she went to see the twins AGNES and Andrea STEVENHEAD the head monk spider witches and judging by the sad state ARATA was in it would do no good to try and talk her out of going there. I followed her.
ARATA sounded so pitiful that I almost felt sorrow for her even though Pisces belonged rightfully to ARANHA WALCKENAER by marriage.
