[Poveglia is an island near Italy that was used for housing people who had the plague as well as patients from the mental hospital there… It is now considered one of the most haunted places on earth and is off limits. Marcella here is my first OC and my only one. I made her when I was 13 I think. I haven’t touched these pictures in forever omfg. Though I am quite proud of my editing on the bases. I did them on MS paint ]
Buonanotte, everybody. I’m tired from takin’ care of Feli all day. I’ll be back though so don’t worry about missing my handsome face. ‘M not cute.
So my stupid brother got himself sick and asked me to come on here and make sure you were all entertained.
I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing it for him!
Feliciano kept his head bowed down, his arms tied behind his back. The fight had been beaten out of him earlier and the bruises and scrapes that littered his body showed that. Currently the Italian was on his knees, a large stone slab in front of him that was stained crimson with the blood of his brother from earlier.
The humans had found out about the personifications and had been scared of them, thinking that they were unholy and that they were the spawn of satan. And when they found that hanging didn’t work to kill them, nor did drowning or poison, they opted for a more permanent solution — beheading.
And that was what Veneziano was waiting for now, waiting for the axe to come flying through the air. But then he heard his nonno and startled, looking quickly to him. Tears were streaming down his face and they only increased seeing the panic on Rome’s. “Nonno run!” he shouted, “Please I don’t want them to get you too!!”