Foreword.

Our eyes met, and although she was a little scared, for the first time I felt that my atoms had connected with someone, they were stable and wanted to be able to feel her pain, maybe seeing them hanging from the ceiling was one of the biggest excitements I could have, their screams at night were like the song of a wolf to the moon: completely artistic, which is why I will always wonder, ¿why do good girls like bad boys? I have no answer for that, but there is not much science behind it either, simply, bad boys, no matter how cruel we are, can make fear disappear and emotions focus only on the present, while their bodies are painted bathed in blood and lamb skins come to life to merge with innocent and evil-free lives, from the modification and manipulation since their formation in the wombs of their mothers... maybe not everything is lost and the only thing I need is to taste the tenderness of a juicy and fresh skin on my palate, with the greed of blood and moon, a full glass of roses of silence full of harmony, as gratifying as honey and poison, love and hate, knowledge and lack thereof; followed by the repudiation of the viper's tongue, the diabolical head that shoots out rays of death and the fatal gaze, concentrating everything in one body: death, the corruption of the soul and knowing that the body is the focus of a great destructive force.

For example, the Shadow Woman has absolute power over her victims, managing to paralyze them with her intimidating presence, her force can both seduce and castrate, kill and subdue, but Doctor Impossible, that is: Me; I also hide the secrets of knowledge, from the beginning to the end; for my hungry life, you are the only prey: You are the eternal prey! The smell of your blood, the color of your blood is as addictive as a drug in youth, and then, when I open my eyes, I can only have a clear and reasonable thought.

¡WHAT PATHETIC CREATURES, ALWAYS PLAYING AT BEING INNOCENT, WHEN REALITY IS VERY DIFFERENT!...

In the lap of the sad afternoon, I caused your pain... To feel it was to feel your heart beating in my hands!

You turned pale until the voice escaped from your vocal cords, your eyelids trembled from nearby, they lowered until they almost lost their life and you fell silent when you heard death pass between my hands.

I  enjoy your pain asked in the mortal silence: ¿did you feel me?, while the bodies of all trembled with fear at the sound of my voice, reminding them in a reflex action of the mind, that they were still alive, pleasure anoints with pain; the kisses of emptiness and a fiery dagger in a sheath of rapture devours them like in a dream, a pink cancer, because you can run, but you can't hide, you can mock, but not forever, you can believe it was meant to be that way, but it was all planned from the beginning, your life belongs to me, your pain does too, the creaking of your bones strengthens me, and your last breath gives life to SERPENTOR…