Chapter 40

Marcel's Iris and pupils only changed to golden yellow for a brief moment before they returned back to its initial crystal blue color and one could tell it wasn't a deliberate act on his part but more like a reflex action that he had no control over however a smile formed on the old lady's face as she was quick enough to notice the change in color of Marcel's eyes.

”Ah, gelosia (spirit of jealousy)." She muttered softly to herself.

“What are these entities you speak of?" Marcel inquired, his tone carrying a bit of urgency.

“They are inside you so you should be the one telling me. Don't you hear their voices? Don't they speak to you?" She said and Marcel narrowed his gaze at her.

“How do you know all these? Who are you?..What are you?"

“Well some call me mother, others, old lady and there are those who call me I gelosia, witch. I guess I am all of those things," she said with a smile.

”So you see things?"

“I do."

“So tell me what are these creatures I keep drawing in my painting and ho