Chapter 1 – Purificazione
> "Where should I look for you again, Huria?" Enver whispered softly to a photo frozen in a silver frame.
The woman stared back with piercing eyes—her hair wrapped in a black scarf, and her beauty... did not belong to this world.
In this world, people chase more than just necessities—they chase illusions.
They call it money, but truly, it is a form of modern sorcery.
And like all sorcery, it comes at a cost.
In a city veiled by the fog of progress, there are a few who see beyond the surface.
They are called Hellseher—Seers who can perceive and interact with astral beings hiding beneath human flesh.
These beings are born from human behavior itself: from rotting hatred, from wounds that never heal.
They become parasites, living inside humans, slowly devouring the soul.
But among the Seers, there is one unlike the others.
Enver Eraly.
He does not kill those beings.
He purifies them—a rare and ancient process known as Purificazione.
More than that, Enver heals unseen illnesses.
Afflictions that medicine cannot explain, yet are real to those lost within their own bodies.
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That day, Enver's courtyard was filled with the sharp fragrance of jasmine.
Ten boxes of fresh jasmine flowers were unloaded and arranged around the house.
Their purpose was singular: to prevent any astral entity from escaping during the process.
Enver walked calmly among the sea of petals.
Meanwhile, Marva, his assistant, was exhausted. Her vision blurred from thirst and fatigue.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Enver's voice was calm. He didn't turn around.
"I already told you, you may eat and drink only after your task is finished."
Marva exhaled slowly. She knew well—disobeying Enver meant accepting punishment.
Whatever was commanded had to be completed—and never sloppily.
With the last of her strength, Marva kept arranging the jasmine flowers.
Enver, now resting in the shade of the terrace, watched with a faint smile.
"How can it ever be finished if he doesn't even touch a single flower?" Marva grumbled inwardly.
Suddenly—
"I know what's in your head, Marva."
Enver now stood right behind her, making her jolt in surprise.
"You've tried to escape many times. Yet you always return, don't you? None succeeded. Because the boundaries of this place are not just physical—but spiritual."
Marva lowered her gaze. She knew it was true.
"They're waiting outside. Those creatures—they can smell your scent before you even step out," Enver added.
"If it weren't for you ordering me to stay here, I'd be gone long ago," Marva murmured under her breath.
Enver didn't respond.
He wasn't a man without a heart, but somehow, Marva's presence had become a distraction.
There was a strange pleasure in seeing her restless—perhaps because it distracted him from a wound that never healed.
"Finish your work. I don't want you dying near me. I'm not interested in the hassle of burying your corpse."
The words made Marva want to retort, but she knew it was useless.
Every word Enver spoke always sounded like law.
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Some time later, the task was done.
Marva rushed into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and drank from the first bottle she found.
But a strange sensation struck her throat. Her face went pale. Her lips turned blue. She vomited—but nothing came out.
Then—darkness.
Her body collapsed to the floor. Enver entered the room, expressionless, then walked closer.
"Still alive, are you? That potion isn't dangerous—it just stops you from breathing for a while," he said flatly.
And then walked away.
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In his study, Enver sat before the same photograph.
His hand gently touched the glass.
"Huria..."
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[Several Months Earlier...]
Enver was driving toward the highest mountain in the city.
His mission: to retrieve the scale of a Blue Dragon—a crucial ingredient for a healing potion.
But five astral beings blocked his path—shaped like floating black Halloween balloons.
They didn't touch. They watched.
Enver chanted a spell, and his car accelerated. When he looked back—they were gone.
Or so he thought.
Suddenly, the car was trapped inside a massive floating balloon.
The creatures had merged into a single dark entity.
Air pressure sliced into his chest. They weren't after him—they were after his car.
Enver choked. But before he lost consciousness, a light emerged from the sky.
And when he opened his eyes—
A Blue Dragon stood before him.
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They fought.
Enver fired endlessly, but the dragon shielded itself with its wings. Unshaken.
Enver was thrown back. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Yet he smiled.
With one incantation, his pistol transformed. A red heartstring extended, wrapping around the dragon.
There was no space to dodge.
"This string is made of my blood. You may be mighty, but no one escapes blood bound by intent."
The dragon stared at him.
"Do you intend to make me a tool—like the others?"
"I only want your scale," Enver replied, lighting a cigarette. "In return, I'll help the weak and the wounded.
This isn't about power. It's about redemption."
The Blue Dragon was silent.
Then its body shifted—
Becoming a woman—one who looked like Huria.
Enver's cigarette fell to the ground.
"Your purpose... is to help," she said softly.
The blood-string unraveled, returning to Enver's body.
"Take it. Take as much as you need."
Enver stepped forward and removed a scale from her body.
But unknowingly, he also pulled away some of her life force.
Suddenly, her voice turned sharp:
"I won't let you walk away so easily after taking from me."
Enver turned to her.
"You must marry me.
If not—those scales will turn to dust."