Two fascinations looked at her semi-naked body and lay in a wonder resignation on that red-capped bed. Which emits faint red lighting around it for small candles that give a grainy atmosphere of pleasure. He approached her body until he got into her fragrance. Breathe it in the ecstasy. And then he cheated the lust, so his hand moved quickly to
Her hair was caught in a romantic violence that he was good at kissing.
His face approached her. With his hot breath. Look at her lips in close proximity. These are not lips. This is raspberry or sapphire. Kiss them with manly violence. He looked into her eyes. This woman has everything in her. He kept kissing her lips, cheeks, and eyes until she got drunk.
The camera that depicts this scene depicts you with intentional proximity; A slide sees the girl's lips kissing them slowly and tightly. Then the camera decides to wrap around her face to portray her from behind. She has long black hair that the man grabs with his strong fist while his lips kiss her warmly.
The camera began to come down little by little alarming with a back scene of a luscious naked body that suited the beauty of this face... The camera kept coming down slowly until your deprived heartbeat accelerated and your eyes emerged from the passion of what you would see in a little while. Then your eyes widened. Her breadth was neither lust nor ecstasy. Your eyes widened from panic. When the camera ended at the end of the girl's hair, she didn't see her back naked as supposed. You saw nothing at all. You only saw the man's robe. Then the camera moved away ironically little by little to leave the whole scene... A scene of a man standing holding a girl's head and kissing her constantly as her body lies away. On a mattress and thrill... And red lids. The camera played you beautiful romantic music with irony.
When he satiated the man, he took his face away from her a little bit and looked at the severed head spitefully. Then he threw the beautiful head until he hit the wall with violence and settled on the floor. He is on this journey - the head - making a bloodstain on the wall connected to the position of the head still on the ground... The man looked at the spot carelessly and then headed away from the bed. You can see the floor now. Beautiful marble floor... But her beauty ruined a few circles drawn inside each other in suspicious form.
Welcome to Babylon again. Damn land. We're in the post-Panther era. Don't let the previous scene shock you. And grieving the glamour, she's Inana. She's cursed in the ground and cursed in the sky. And you're surprised by this guy in the robe, Hazard. And Hazard is Babylon's deadliest witch at the time. Before we complete the scene, you should know one word. This witch is called "Manzazo." "Manzazo" in Babylonian means necromancer... Necromancer means... Let's follow the scene to understand more. The man stood in the middle of the circles... He wore a long red Azara with black stripes. The hood of the well-known monk's robe descends on his back. He recites a lot of hymns in which his voice rises once and drops again. His hands rise in them once and they fall down again. He then walked out of the circles and headed to the damned head of Inana, grabbed her beautiful hair, bent over the head on the marble, and took something wonderful. Putting the head on the ground and moving it in different directions and pressing certain positions of it... This is a man who knows what he's doing. You couldn't understand what IL was doing after he was done doing and throwing the head away again. That was it.
Man writes... And his pen was Inana's head. And his blood. Of course, you won't understand what he wrote because he wrote it in an old papal language. The letters of this language seem scary. He then recited a subdued voice that the witches were good at - Etimo... Etimo... From your damn circular orbit, get me down, Inana. I bowed to your lips the importance of men and their textures. Etimo... Etimo... She took hearts off her pride with a look in her eyes.
And he got to read and read until I caught fire somewhere around his circles. He saw the demons' heads. Ugly heads are blown by the fire of reading. Among the demons' heads, his head emerged, then disappeared, and then popped. Inana's head. Or so imagined. This man's heart must be very firm. The demons' heads and the truth are said to be scary. So scary that Inana's beautiful head, the middle of which appeared, lost its appeal. Then the fire suddenly went out and burned somewhere else. I was set on fire in Inana's real head lying on Earth.
It wasn't a fire, it was fantasies deposited by the demons in Hazard's eye. And it seems that what he was doing worked. And I turned up who gets all the women's beauty from her beauty. I attended Inana. Or as the Romans call it "Venus." Greece speaks of it as "Aphrodite." Or as the Arabs worshipped her as "Alt." I attended Ishtar, as the Babylonians call her. It came as the goddess of beauty must come. She came in the sweetest gown and sweetest decorations.
It came as a spectrum that lit up the sides of this dark scene. Hazard's silence in front of the grandeur of this beauty. Then he owned himself and said, "Inana, princess." Tell me about the magicians Azazil and Shamhazi. About your holy journey, Inana. Venus looked at the beauty of her eyes at him with a look of irony closer and said:
They weren't a witch, Hazard. These were not their names. One of them was called Harrot. And another name, Marot. And my journey wasn't sacred. She was cursed. I was amazed by Hazard's strict expressions and he said, please, my beautiful lady, tell me everything I saw. Venus made royal strides to the middle of the circles drawn on Earth. Then she raised her long dress a little bit and sat down. And she started to tell. It says "Venus." I was an envoy by Orrock witches to Babylon. And you know the greatness of Orrock and its superiority in magic science. It's the only time I get out of my beloved city of Orrock. And one last time, actually. The story was that he came to the great wizards of Orrock, the news that there were witches in Babylon, whose magic overwhelmed the wizards of Babylon, all from the oldest to the youngest. One is called Azazel and the other is called Shamhazi.
These two witches were said to teach people the magic of pal versus... They even ask those who learn them to spread it to as many people as possible or so they are told. It was my job to learn from them everything they teach people and what they hide from people. And you know that no man has ever created a king or a witch. A young man who was or was an elder. He could stand up to my own magic. Magic. Sincerely, I was the only one fit to do this job. I had to write him down and pass him on to the Orrock witches. The problem is that the magic of these two magicians invalidated every magic which all of Babylon's witches were donating. That was very wonderful. There are varieties of magic in Babylon that the biggest witches in Orrock couldn't understand. As well as figuring out how to dismantle it. like the charm of the painting; That painting on which they painted all the Babylon rivers. If people disagree with something they want, they put a needle in one of the rivers in the drawing. If they do this, the real river will stop running and its water will be raided. The magic of the mirror... He missed his dear. He would come to Babylon witches and give them what they asked for. They let him look in the mirror to see that absent as he is. The problem is that the magic of these two magicians was invalidating all this and more of it.
Great is Babylon. No matter what task I wasn't so excited about... We had to see the Great Tower of Babylon and its hanging gardens. Although these two were only entered by the King of Ashore and his family, you know my tales with the kings. And you know that the last king I visited ended up kneeling under my feet kissing them. And I knew these two
The witches will kneel under my feet in turn and tell me everything they've learned since they were kids playing on the lawns.
But since I started asking about Azazel and Shamhazi, I've been hearing like... I was told they had a cave on Babylon's mountain border. And this cave is now meant to alienate many people of Babylon. And whoever goes to it experiences a strange test. If he fails, he gets fired and returns. If he succeeds, he enters this cave and stays there for a year.
The whole doesn't come out of it. And when he comes out... He has more arts and sciences than any witch in Babylon or outside Babylon. No witch can make as much fun as the general public.
The cave was only open one day a year and the rest of the year remained closed. And that was the day that that cave opened so soon. I've always been lucky. And here I am, a shepherd who admires Jamal on his horse and heads me to that cave. - We have arrived, glamorous. This is the cave. I don't know what forces a princess into this place.
She said you had nothing to do with this, shepherd. Wait for me here. If I don't get you out, go home.
I can wait a lifetime for you, princess. Home after seeing you will become graves.