It'd be a shame if Alexandro's curse found another host through the necklace. It'd start with the fingers that held them, melting them and rendering them incapable of movement or use. The next host would have to wear gloves to cover the damage. Gloves grow less useful as the skin and flesh melt off the bones and the curse spread to the arms. Doctors were unable to remove or treat the curse, and could only suggest amputation.
The future of the next host is looking bleak.
What the next host wouldn't know, however, was that either way, it was too late. The curse made its way to the chest, seeping into the internal organs, melting off cells and tissues one by one at a slow but accelerating rate. But none of the physical pain the next host would endure could compare to the mental pain. Scandalous rumors, accusations of being a witch, threats looming over the host's family, and just headaches. Headaches that makes the host claw their eyes out and imagine claws ripping their hair out, chunk by chunk. The host begins to lose hair, no longer able to appear in public.
The future of the next host is looking grim.
The psychological effects start to materialize and morph into reality. The melting of the essential organs start to become severe as whole chunks of the eyes, stomach, large and small intestines, as well as the brain and chest melt off into thin air. The host is kept conscious throughout the melting due to the sadistic nature of the curse. The curse slows the progression to last a few years, the torture is dragged out. The host is set to die for certain.
There is no future.
Except, someone who is able to break the curse, like our protagonist Ibee, might be called upon to help cure the curse, albeit against the will. Ibee, with a sympathetic heart, march towards the host of the curse, shedding tears throughout. However, if, and this is only a mere hypothesis, a what-if situation, the host is the scum crown prince, Ibee would look down on him with dark eyes and no remorse. Following that, full-out sobbing, she looked towards the audience, people who came to monitor her, and cried that there is nothing she could do! It was too late! Alexandro would play along, demanding Ibee to cure the crown prince, and Ibee could only sob harder, for she could not. After all, how could she show sympathy and wish for someone she despises with her heart to be released from the curse? It was only impossible!
Future? What future.
However, it is only a mere what-if situation, and this comment not meant as a threat nor an attack on the royal family.
The commenter begs for your forgiveness.
Much love for you and your translations!
