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“I’m not sure. From what I heard, Sergio insisted on the wedding. Although…” she paused, her brows knit together as a scene from months ago came to mind.
She’d laid on the floor, bleeding, while Sergio had paced around the room in a fit of anger. He’d muttered something about his plans going to shit because of her—that he’d promised something that he couldn’t deliver.
It had been only later that she’d found out Sergio, embodying his full godly persona years back, had made a prediction about his future wife—an outsider who would bring forth change.
“I think he wanted to use me,” Noelle said pensively.
“Use you?”
Noelle briefly recounted what she’d heard.
“I think he planned to change things around but he didn’t know how to legitimize his ideas.”
“So he pretended it was a divine prophecy?” Lucero snorted.
“It might be why everyone hates me so much. What if he didn’t specifywhatchange, and now the people think I’ve come to destroy everything?”
Lucero pursed her lips, muling over the information for a moment.
“It could be. El Señor could tell them anything and they would believe it. He could even…”
They both turned towards each other at the same time, their eyes widening in stark realization.
Sergio didn’t need to do anything to Noelle—not with his own hands. He only needed to insinuate that she was a pest, and the villagers would take care of her.
Wouldn’t that be perfect for him? If a mob suddenly trampled over Noelle and killed heraccidentally?
Right at that moment, Sergio’s voice boomed in the air, his words echoing her thoughts.
“Creo que han visto que nuestra tierra ha sido invadida. Que tenemos a nuestros lados la personificación del diablo. Y hoy, estoy aquí para mostrárselo que los voy a proteger como lo he hecho durante decades. Hoy, nos enfrentaremos juntos a esta plaga y vamos a enterar este desgraciado capítulo de nuestras vidas. Ahora…”
“The motherfucker…” Noelle muttered. “I need to act. Fast.”
“But Noelle… They just ate. Don’t they need more time for the drug to act?”
“I can’t let him make me public enemy number one,” she said determinately. “Be ready to sound the alarm on my command.”
Before Lucero could say anything else, Noelle took over the lid off the basket, reaching inside and wrapping her hands around the serpent’s body as she carefully draped it around her shoulders. And taking a step forward, she pushed her chin up in defiance as she prepared for the craziest moment in her life.
Let the show begin.
Noelle slowly made her way through the crowd, and upon seeing her, people stepped out of her way, a clear path appearing between her and the stage.
Everyone was talking in hushed tones, but among their chatter, Noelle recognized the signs of the drug taking effect.
Some thought she was a stranger. Others believed her to be an apparition. Some even claimed she was a goddess as they saw the snake slithering on her shoulders.
She straightened her back as she brought her hands to the buttons of her tunic, slowly unbuttoning them and letting the material fall to the ground. In the process, the bags she’d sown on the inside of the cloth burst, red liquid dripping down her naked body.
Her clothes slowly pooled at her feet, her only cover the animal blood that draped her from head to toe.
Gasps erupted in the crowd, people’s eyes bulging in their heads as they stared at her.
She walked sensuously towards the stage, the white snake hissing and baring its fangs to the people on the side.
Suddenly, some dropped to their knees, a prayer on their lips. Others, swooned and crossed themselves—perchance hoping that christianity would give them an answer.
Noelle smiled furtively as she realized they were seeing her as she had wished.
