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1863: The Parish Revenants [Part 1]

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The Duval Family
The Duval Family

Part 1: The Tragedy Strikes

The Parish, August 11th, 1863.

In the quiet village of The Parish, nestled on the eastern bank of Morgana Lake, life moved at a gentle pace, untouched by the rapid changes of the outside world. It was a place where families had lived for generations, where every face was familiar, and every name carried a history. Among these familiar faces was Jacques Duval, a devoted father struggling to raise his two young daughters, Elodie and Lisette, after the tragic death of his wife, Marguerite, during childbirth.


Jacques was a man of simple means but boundless love. His days were spent working the land and repairing the old family home, and his evenings were devoted to his daughters. Elodie, with her bright eyes and inquisitive mind, often helped him in the garden, while little Lisette, always cheerful and full of laughter, would chase butterflies and pick wildflowers. The three of them were inseparable, finding solace and strength in each other’s company.


The village priest, Samuel Talbot, often visited the Duval home, bringing with him words of comfort and support. Samuel was a charismatic leader, beloved by his parishioners for his gentle nature and compassionate heart. He had known Jacques since they were boys, and he had been a close friend to Marguerite as well. Samuel admired Jacques’s resilience and the tender care he showed his daughters despite his own grief.


But life, so often unpredictable and cruel, had another tragedy in store for Jacques. One warm summer’s day, while Jacques was working in the fields, Elodie and Lisette went to play by the lakeside. The girls loved the water, and it had always been a place of joy for them. But on this day, a terrible accident occurred. Elodie, trying to reach a fallen bird's nest, slipped and fell into the lake. Lisette, seeing her sister struggling, rushed to help, but the water’s depth and the undercurrent proved too strong for both of them.


By the time Jacques realized his daughters were missing and rushed to the lake, it was too late. The lifeless bodies of Elodie and Lisette were pulled from the water, and Jacques’s world shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. The grief was overwhelming, a suffocating weight that bore down on him day and night. He felt as though he had lost not just his children but the very essence of his life.


Desperate to escape the unbearable pain, Jacques turned to the only source of hope he could find: the old books and scrolls that had been passed down through his family, filled with tales of the supernatural and the occult. He spent long nights reading by candlelight, searching for any hint or clue that might lead him to a way to bring his beloved daughters back.


Among these ancient texts, Jacques found references to revenants, beings that could return from the dead but were forever bound to the earthly realm. The texts spoke of a dark ritual, one that required great sacrifice and unyielding determination. Consumed by his grief and longing to see Elodie and Lisette again, Jacques decided to pursue this forbidden knowledge, despite the dangers it might bring.


As he delved deeper into the lore, Jacques’s mind became a maelstrom of hope and despair. He knew that what he was attempting was unnatural, even blasphemous, but he could not bear the thought of a life without his daughters.


Part 2: The Resurrection

The Parish, a few months later

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the village of The Parish. It had been months since the tragic accident that took the lives of Elodie and Lisette, and Jacques Duval had become a shadow of his former self. He moved through the days in a daze, consumed by his loss and the forbidden knowledge he had uncovered. The ritual he planned had to be performed with utmost secrecy, for fear of condemnation from the church and the villagers.


On a night when the moon was full and the air was still, Jacques prepared for the final steps of the ritual. He had gathered the necessary items: sacred herbs, old family relics, and the cherished belongings of his daughters. In the dead of night, he ventured to the small cemetery where Elodie and Lisette were buried. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the heavy scent of earth and decay.


With trembling hands, Jacques began the incantation. The words were ancient and unfamiliar, but they flowed from his lips with a desperate conviction. As he chanted, the ground beneath him seemed to pulse with a dark energy, responding to his plea. The ritual took hours, and as the night deepened, Jacques felt a presence surrounding him, a coldness that seeped into his bones.


Finally, the air crackled with an electric tension, and a low hum filled the cemetery. The earth at the graves of Elodie and Lisette began to stir, shifting and breaking apart. Jacques watched, his heart pounding, as two small figures emerged from the ground, their movements slow and unsteady.


Elodie and Lisette stood before him, their appearances ghastly and decayed. Their once vibrant skin was now pale and mottled, their eyes hollow and dark. Yet, beneath the signs of decomposition, Jacques could see the faint glimmer of his daughters' former selves. They looked at him with a mix of confusion and recognition, and Jacques felt a surge of both joy and horror.


Father Samuel Talbot, who had been secretly observing Jacques for weeks, witnessed the resurrection from a distance. Shocked and awed by what he saw, Samuel hurried to the cemetery. He arrived just as Jacques was embracing his undead daughters, tears streaming down his face.


"Jacques, what have you done?" Samuel whispered, his voice trembling. But as he looked into the eyes of the revenant children, he felt a strange sense of peace. Perhaps, he thought, this was not an abomination but a miracle.


Samuel stepped forward, placing a hand on Jacques’s shoulder. "This is a sign from the Maker," he declared, his voice steadying. "Your daughters have returned to you. This is a divine gift."


Word of the miraculous resurrection spread quickly through the village. The initial reaction was one of fear and disbelief. The sight of Elodie and Lisette, walking corpses with their decayed bodies, sent chills through the villagers. Whispers of witchcraft and dark magic filled the air, and many avoided the Duval home, crossing themselves when they passed by.


But Father Samuel Talbot, with his charismatic presence and unwavering faith, urged the villagers to reconsider. He preached about the miracles of the Maker and the mysterious ways in which divine will could manifest. He told them that the return of Elodie and Lisette was a testament to the power of faith and love, a sign that even death could be overcome.


Gradually, the villagers began to accept the revenant children. Their fear was replaced by curiosity, and then by a cautious embrace. They saw how Jacques cared for his daughters, how he treated them with the same love and tenderness as before. The girls, though eerie in appearance, still had the innocence and gentle nature that had endeared them to the community.


Elodie and Lisette, despite their decayed forms, tried to resume a semblance of their old lives. They played in the fields, albeit more slowly, and attended church with their father. The villagers, guided by Father Samuel’s teachings, began to include them once more in the fabric of village life, believing them to be a divine sign of hope and resilience.


As months passed, the revenant children became a part of The Parish’s daily existence. Though they continued to rot, their presence was a constant reminder of the extraordinary events that had transpired. And while Jacques’s heart remained heavy with the knowledge of what he had done, he found solace in the moments of normalcy he could share with his daughters, however fleeting they might be.


Part 3: Years of Isolation


The Parish adapted to the presence of Elodie and Lisette Duval, now revenants, who walked among them with their decaying forms. The initial fear and fascination had worn off, replaced by a resigned acceptance. Life continued, but the villagers couldn't ignore the ghastly reminder of mortality that the Duval girls represented.


As the years passed, the decay of Elodie and Lisette became more pronounced. Their once pale but intact skin now showed more signs of decomposition. Their hair thinned, their eyes sank deeper into their skulls, and their movements became slower, more laborious. Despite their macabre appearance, they still held traces of their former selves, the innocent girls who had once played by the lakeside.


Jacques Duval, on the other hand, aged as any mortal man would. His hair turned white, his body grew frail, and his health deteriorated. The weight of his grief and the dark ritual he had performed seemed to take an additional toll on him. Yet, he remained devoted to his daughters, his love for them unwavering. He continued to care for them, shielding them from the stares and whispers of the villagers.


Father Samuel Talbot remained a constant support to Jacques, visiting often and offering his companionship and prayers. Despite his initial declaration of the girls' return as a miracle, Samuel harbored secret doubts and guilt. The sight of Elodie and Lisette, decaying yet alive, troubled him deeply. He wrestled with his faith, questioning whether this was truly the Maker's will or something far more sinister.


As Jacques's health worsened, Elodie and Lisette took on the role of caretakers. Their bond with their father was the only thing that kept them tethered to the world. They would sit by his bedside, their skeletal hands holding his, their hollow eyes filled with a love that transcended their ghastly forms. The villagers, though still wary, could not help but be moved by the sight of this strange, tragic family.


One cold winter night, Jacques Duval passed away peacefully in his sleep. His daughters were by his side, their silent vigil a testament to their undying love. The villagers gathered for his funeral, led by Father Samuel Talbot, who spoke of Jacques's enduring love and sacrifice. The presence of Elodie and Lisette, standing at the graveside, added an eerie solemnity to the occasion.


With Jacques gone, Elodie and Lisette were left alone in the world. The one person who had given their lives meaning and purpose was no longer there. The villagers, who had grown accustomed to their presence, now saw them as even more unsettling reminders of death and decay. The revenant girls, sensing the change in the villagers' attitudes, retreated into isolation.


They shut themselves away in their family home, the place where they had once lived as a happy family. The house, already old and weathered, began to fall into disrepair. Windows were boarded up, and the garden grew wild and untamed. The once lively home became a place of shadows and silence.


Elodie and Lisette rarely ventured outside. When they did, it was usually under the cover of darkness, avoiding the eyes of the villagers. The once curious and kind-hearted girls had become reclusive, their interactions limited to the occasional sighting through a window or a fleeting glimpse in the moonlight.


Rumors began to swirl through The Parish. Some said the revenant girls were cursed, others believed they were a punishment for Jacques's defiance of natural laws. The village children would dare each other to run up to the Duval house, but none were brave enough to approach too closely. The house stood as a grim monument to a story that had become legend.


Father Samuel Talbot, burdened by his own crisis of faith and the guilt of his earlier encouragement, would visit the Duval home from time to time. He would leave food and supplies at the door, offering prayers for the souls of the departed and the living dead. The girls never showed themselves, but Samuel sensed their presence, felt their sorrow.


Years turned into decades, and the memory of Elodie and Lisette began to fade into local folklore. The villagers moved on with their lives, the story of the revenant children becoming a cautionary tale whispered around fires and told to frighten misbehaving children. Yet, the old Duval house remained, a silent, decaying reminder of love, loss, and the boundaries that should never be crossed.


In the solitude of their home, Elodie and Lisette continued their existence, bound by the ritual that had brought them back. Their once lively spirits now haunted by the memory of their father and the fleeting moments of joy they had known. The bond between them remained, but without Jacques, their lives were a hollow echo of what once was.


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