Bathory’s Red Apple Backstory


 * Note: This dialogue was from Korean. It needs a translate checking and proofreading.

The stained blood stains throughout the castle have long been deteriorating. A long time ago, all the decorations and silk curtains that had been decorated with magnificent castles were shattered and torn into pieces, floated on the floor, and the old dust was piled up over the years. It has been a few years since all the hundreds of screams that shook the castle have gone away, leaving only silent silence.

In the meantime, Bathory looked down at the body of a woman who had fallen in front of her with blood on her face. The skin that had been writhing like a bitten by the beast, and the skin that wriggled as if the moisture had escaped, was unbearable. On the other hand, the appearance of the bartender was beautiful even the appearance of the bloody area around her mouth. The white, dull skin texture, the glowing eyes glowing even in the darkness, did not match up with the terribly shrunken body in front of her.

Bathory began laughing with a face full of joy.

"Yes, this is it. How to regain my beauty. This is it!"

Bathory wiped the blood on his mouth and slept on the cheek that was plump. She twisted my cheek and touched her arm like she could not believe it. The more she strokes her body, the more and more the flower turns on her face.

"Okay, now I see. I wanted to drink that day because all my beauty was longing for blood. If I have blood, I can be beautiful all my life!"

Bathory, who was mumbling his own self as if he had lost half of his reason, squatted in front of the body and asked for his throat. The neck of the body, which had been torn up, became even more shabby.

Bathory, who was concentrating on vomiting for a while, woke up with a happy face. And he ran straight into his room. She opened the wooden box, which was firmly closed, in the middle of her room, where the bright pink bedsheets and curtains were faded and dusted. Inside the box was a glittering moonlight with a glass bottle almost like the size of a real apple leaking into the window. For the bartender who likes a good apple, it was a work made by a glass craftsman famous for a birthday present. Bathory wiped the dust from the glass bottle with his mouth and cleaned the bottle with his sleeve.

"Before it blew, before it dried... ... . I have to take it... ... ! "

The bartender raised the glass bottle and went back to the body. There was blood that was not dried all around. She strangled her body and took the blood from the bottle. Bathory's eyes, which look at the blood filling the glass bottle, slowly went up in a terrible madness.