The Devil Violinist Sister’s Wrong Magic Spell

He — The Rabbit Violinist Devil — walked back to the tile with the poem. Still all the people He just saw in his mind; two beautiful friends. They looked different today than usual. Wearing special clothes; white clothes — wide on their body, over their head and wrapped around them, white pants, wings, but all with lots of blood on parts of their body. He felt guilty that He had to do this to Him and not feel hungry anymore.

His cheeks become red, His lips were red as well, and His black nails grow again when He heard a voice from the tile as He walked towards it again: “You’re so scared of living your life that you became The Rabbit Devil.” The voice was soft, elegant, female, and there was something out of the tile — like a sparkle of a familiar eye. It got scared of Him.

He reads the poem, to be reminded of the beautiful life He had as a Little Boy who enjoyed playing the violin, who loved to walk. It was a reminder that He heard That Woman playing the violin on that beautiful sunny day. One more look to the poem to look if the voice come again, but it didn’t work out. ‘One time?’, He thought.

while Mozart left a career behind,

there was a Little Boy standing on stage,

taking his violin to be the musical wind,

playing the music of an old age,

the orchestra leading his way,

understanding all the notes,

ever long enough to stay?

the little boy never missed the boats.

The last try before looking to his sister, but then the voice behind the tile said: “I know what you’re doing. If you do, you become the worst person on Earth.” He bounced backwards in the arms of someone. He hasn’t seen this person before, since all the spells started. His heart started to beat faster and faster. He stared the other person deep into the eyes, for — it looked like — eternity.

The Devil’s Violinist was still off track because He saw that poem again, but there was no name on the tile who wrote that lovely poem. A light blue tile with white letters on it. It is the first time, since the spell incidents, He got tears in his eyes. An arm came out of that blue tile. That arm was long, covered with something white from that shirt the mystery tile-person wore.

“Why are you having tears?” the beautiful person said, while they were still in each other arms. He looked at His Cellist Friend and His Sister. They disappeared fast as He got them in his view. He still couldn’t find The Viola Friend. ‘What about The Priest who disappeared too soon? Why so fast? What is all going on?’ He thought.

All have been gone since The Cellist Friend did the magic spells. Suddenly, His Sister moved away, and she walked towards Him: “I don’t like these behaviors of yours, Brother! You know that I have to do something.”

In a wink of a moment, The Rabbit Devil Violinist saw His Sister walking towards The Pries Room. Mesmerized, He walked behind His Sister when She walked away back where The Priest changed His clothes. “Brother, why are you walking after me? I don’t have honey on my ass, and I am definitely not a bee.”

The Devil Rabbit Violinist stopped and cried again. He looked to the blue poem tile, but suddenly The Woman — that stood through the pile — wasn’t there anymore. It became a statue of only a hand with black nails, and they were long as well. Also, it has long and wide sleeves over the arm, in white; the same hand he saw earlier that hour. It seems the same hands and arms from His Mother.

Nobody was around Him, and He felt so alone in that big Church, which was still closed and there happened the weirdest things possible. He had no wings anymore, and His rabbit teeth were gone, but He only had His terrible get-in-the-way nails that were black and long when He gets hungry, and He loves to eat other species. He needs to learn how to control that bad habit.

The little corner in The Priest Room was dark. Barely light, only the light from outside. Through the curtain and outside — through the window, The Sister Angel Pianist saw a shadow. It was a woman in white clothes walking next to the building. That Woman looked like Her Mother. She has short brown hair; long arms and the hands of Her Mother were thin. The Mother’s hands were light-skinned as well as tall. The Woman’s nails were black too. They were long, but she had white clothes on with wings. There was a little bit of blood on her white shirt. The Woman laughed towards The Angel Pianist.

The Woman at the Window gestured for The Angel Pianist to come over to her with her arms. She had to cast a magic spell first to get out through the window. If she got the magic spell right, they were together to save the day.

Only the two women — a Female Devil, and an Angel — had to cast the magic spell to get everything back to normal. If The Magic Spell didn’t go well — which is entirely possible — then they will stay in this Magical World forever. The Woman at the Window made several gestures that The Angel Pianist had to decipher.

The Angel Pianist glanced around, and saw a man, also a white robe with fringes on the wide sleeves and also long black nails: “You can do this, dear.” She was amazed at what He called her. She didn’t know this man, but she knew that — since all the magic began — she mistook this man for The Priest, but then again, this man didn’t seem like him.

‘Wonderful. The Devil is back and landed on Earth safely in a new time area as His Sister tried to eliminate their friends with a spell.’ The Priest thought when He walked away as fast as possible.

The Devil Violinist may not know they all came alive again. He needs to learn to think about possibilities and solve His own problems. But that turned out in a terrible nightmare.

His Father looked like The Priest — He just saw passing the toilets — and The Devil Violinist looked again. The Priest looked into the eyes of The Violinist Rabbit Devil from afar and very deep.

In a wink, The Priest was gone again. The Devil Violinist walked back to the main stage. He sat on the stage, trying to play the violin again. On one step on stage, He wore a white Robot suit, and He couldn’t walk properly. Also, His violin was not on stage anymore. His Cellist Friend and His Sister talked to each other as if they were back to normal, but The Violinist Rabbit Devil was not.

When He sat down — which He couldn’t do that well, but He tried anyway — there were still wings on His back as well as getting long nails. The Devil’s Violinist got angry about becoming a Devils’ Robot Violinist now. The Robot Violinist tried to get His anger under control. It didn’t work out, and His teeth grew sharp again.

He didn’t get His violin under His chin. He was too stiff right now. With his electric robotic hands, he tried to carefully place his fingers on the strings. That felt really weird. In fact, he didn’t feel the strings anymore.

Suddenly he heard a voice coming from his violin, without touching a string: “What song do you want to play?” He looked up in shock and stood next to His electric chair: “Ouch! Don’t drop me.” Again, The Rabbit Devil Robot looked up in terror; the sound came from everywhere, and He had become a robot. What’s next that happens when The Magical Cellist returns?

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Previous parts:

Episode 1. Episode 2. Episode 3. Episode 4. Episode 5. Episode 6.

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These episodes are inspired by the comments I make under the Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube posts by the Russian-German star-violinist Kirill Troussov.

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I wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 18th of November 2021.

Wonderful. The devil 👹 is back and landed 💺 on Earth 🌐 safely in a new time area as his sister tried to eliminate their friends with a spell 😁

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I wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 31st of October 2021.

It was cold and warm at the same time in the concert hall. The Violinist Rabbit enjoyed the concert hall, but when The Cellist Friend did the wrong magic spell — again — The Rabbit 🐇 Violinist became angry 😡. Slowly, he walked to the horse, but he was gone and the audience were not in those fancy outfits anymore, but he realised that he got wings as well as his sister. They both were small kids 🧒👧 again. Far away he heard Bach violin concerto. One of the audience members started to dance and asked The Angel 😇 Violinist to dance 💃 as well.

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I also wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 10th of October 2021.

When He waited for #Mozart in #vienna, he thought he saw someone familiar. His new silver #watch suddenly didn’t work anymore. There was no reference of #time and he wanted to know at what time his next #concert was. Out of nowhere, the #sun was shining. The smiles of the people were everywhere and greeted The Little Boy and his heart started to smile.

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I also wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 4th of October 2021.

You walk through the big #city of #Vienna, where all the musical activity takes place, and in the meantime, you followed your great examples living in the copied city called #Munich. Your eyes popped out of your #skull when your saw #Mozart in real life — or at least you thought it was Mozart. Or was it another great #composer? When you move your eyelid, you realized these composers actually are your #cellist and #viola #friends. You stand in front of the grand #church, when they pulled you into the church to play #music with them. Suddenly you hear #horses behind you as one of them sniffs in your neck.

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I also wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 25th of September 2021.

The first rabbit 🐇 on a violin? Have you seen that? Or did the 🎻 turned into a 🐰 ? After so many hours of practicing, it is possible that the father rabbit @benedictkloeckner did the wrong magic spell in the 🎩 and turned you in a rabbit violinist. Your sister #alexandratroussova didn’t know what to do 🤷‍♀️ and just stood there. 🤫

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I also wrote this comment under his post, which he posted on the 12th of September 2021.

The spider was crawling on the wall during a concert full of joy. The violinist was scared of what to do. When he saw the audience being confused seeing the violinist bringing in another melody. Something fast with lots of passages, they immediately knew what was going on.

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I wrote this poem under the post of violinist Kirill Troussov, which he posted on the 29th of August 2021.

while #mozart left a #career behind,

there was a little #boy standing on #stage,

taking his #violin to be the musical #wind,

playing the #music of an old #age,

the #orchestra #leading his way,

understanding all the #notes,

ever long enough to stay?

the little boy never missed the #boats

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