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The sin of the Countess of Malibrán.

Back in the early 80's, at a time when there was no cell phone or Internet, the fastest and most effective communication system was the telephone, telegraph, and the ordinary mail, the slowest but functional, and when population statistics indicated that there was 7 women for every man in the world, this story is developed full of myths and old popular legends, all of the area surrounding the historic port of Veracruz in Mexico, the story pretends to be of paranormal terror, but it has its touch of comedy, where 3 high school student girls who lived in a boarding house for young ladies, accidentally release the evil spirit of the countess of Malibrán, one of the oldest popular legends of Veracruz, who, full of fury, struggles to take them to hell from where they had her awakened, to be able to go back to sleep and stop suffering for the forgiveness that nobody knows what it consists of, but the powerful Countess has a weak point, a staunch enemy, to He who cannot win and cannot even fight with him, the count of Malibrán, who returns for her every time they invoke to assassinate her, as he murdered her in life, and between the desperate cries of forgiveness of the evil Countess who flees to escape from her executioner, and the screams crying out for revenge from the count of Malibrán, this story unfolds that threatens to end in an apocalypse, but not a zombie apocalypse, nor nuclear, nor by the fall of a celestial body, much less biblical, not alien invasión, and Nor is it due to a pandemic or bacteriological war, but an apocalypse caused by the sin of the countess of Malibrán, who at the end of the whole story, shows us that everything is fine as it is, in perfect balance, because if only it were to be missing Even one of the most common sins, would be the end of mankind and society as we know it, It’s a true love kiss story; Just like in a fairy tale!

YurikVazquez · Fantasy
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Lovers of the end of the world.

Lovers of the end of the world.

An hour later; Soledad woke up first, they had already become the most photographed couple in this story, and when she felt on the chest of a man she looked at him strangely; Tenpecutli looked at them and smiled pleased to see them wake up.

-I have to go girls, lovers of the end of the world have already woken up, and if what I told them happens, it is better not to see me here. –Tenpecutli says and vanished into thin air.

-What happened??

Soledad asks when she lifted her beautiful face, while leaning to separate it from the chest of the Count who held her with one of his arms, they had already lowered the volume of the music and dozens of people, most of them acquaintances, were watching them.

- What happened to the Count? I think he's fine because I feel his heartbeat, but he doesn't wake up.

Soledad asks by putting her fingers on his neck to feel his pulse.

—Well, you killed him with your kisses. –replies Érika. —Now relive it with another.

-I could not have killed him because I tell you that I feel the beating of his heart, remember that I am a doctor and that I feel the pulse; What? The Count has a pulse, that means his heart is beating and if it is beating it is because he is alive!

Soledad says excitedly and got up, making a gesture with her arms to make him levitate, but it did not work.

- What's wrong girls, why can't I pick it up?

- They already told you to revive it with your kisses; Soledad! —Romaia tells her. -Then we explain the rest.

And Soledad knelt down to put her back in a kissing way, and in doing so; Alfonso de Malibrán y Violante de García Arenas, opened his eyes, and realizing the beauty of the girl before him and who was also kissing him, he wasted no time in questions.

Put the killing me softly, love.

Carolina tells Orlando, while holding the strap of the Queco, that he had not been hurt, but he moved anxious and content, and the boy began to play that classic of romanticism in English, called: "Killing me softly with his song" By Roberta Flack.

Romantic moment that everyone enjoyed dancing in the garden, the terraces and the boardwalk, no matter if there were more women than men in the world, or how they were going to distribute them.

Until Romaia summoned everyone's attention with the microphones.

—VERY WELL GIRLS AND BOYS OF THE CHOIR, NOW THAT WE HAVE CONJURED THE CURSE OF THE COUNTESS OF MALIBRÁN WITH A KISS OF TRUE LOVE AS IN FAIRY TALES, AND DOUBLY BECAUSE WE ALSO SAVED THE COUNT AND OUR DEAR SAVIOR, THE MULATTO OF CÓRDOBA, I WANT TO TELL YOU THAT IT DOES NOT MATTER HOW YOU DISTRIBUTE THE REMAINING MEN, WHAT MATTERS IS THAT THEY DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT LOOKING AT THE BRIDE AND GROOM OF THE 4 DRUNKETTER'S OF THE ROMÁN MANSION, BECAUSE WE PROMISE YOU THAT NOW WE WILL END THE FUCKING WORLD! NOW YES, LET THE PARTY OF THE NEW WORLD BEGIN, CHEEEEERRRSSS, YEEESSSSS.

And to the rhythm of Michael Jackson's thriller, began that party that was not going to end until the last of the drunketter's of the Román mansion fell, and since there were no longer only 4, the party had at least for 3 days.