📖 The Immortal Gazette: Tales of the Immortal, Bluebeard's Curse
The studio was alive with electric energy as the trio of immortals settled into their usual spots, ready for another chaotic episode of The Immortal Gazette. The hum of magic and mystery filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of tea that Alice had just poured herself. She sipped delicately, eyes gleaming with mischief as she glanced at her companions.
“Well, darlings, today we get to talk about a real charmer—Bluebeard,” Alice began, her voice sweet yet dripping with sarcasm. “You’ve heard of him, right? Mysterious man, secretive as can be, and—surprise, surprise—he’s married more times than I can count. And guess what? He’s got one little rule for his new wives. A single rule. Don’t go into a specific room. Just one room. How very ominous, don’t you think?”
Rumplestiltskin let out a low, amused chuckle from his spot, his eyes twinkling with the promise of trouble. “Oh, please. Don’t get me started. It’s basically a red flag with a capital R.” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Tell me, Alice—what kind of guy locks away a room and says, ‘Don’t open it, or else’? That’s practically a dare, wrapped in mystery... and this poor wife? She couldn’t resist.”
Loki, lounging comfortably in his seat, grinned wickedly. “Mmm, Bluebeard’s little game is classic! He practically hands them a reason to break the rule. ‘Don’t open it.’ Pfft, like that ever works.” He raised an eyebrow, leaning back as if the whole thing was just one big joke. “Who wouldn’t be itching to know what's behind that door? And when she finally opens it? Let's just say... she doesn’t find a garden of roses—definitely not the stuff of fairy tales.”
Alice laughed softly, swirling the tea in her cup as she shook her head, as if she couldn’t believe the audacity of it all. “Oh, darling, you won’t believe what she found. Blood. Corpses. Heads on the floor. It’s a real family collection—except not the kind you’d hang on the wall. But this poor woman, she tries to clean it all up before Bluebeard finds out. Nice try, sweetheart. He knows. He always knows.” Alice shrugged, that familiar wicked smile never leaving her face. “And when he catches her? Oh, the end is swift and brutal. No mercy from him.”
Rumplestiltskin’s grin stretched wider. “But then comes the fun part—revenge, my friends. Oh, it’s sweet. The wife’s brothers come to the rescue, all guns blazing. Well, swords, technically. They chop Bluebeard into bits.” He chuckled darkly. “Revenge never tasted so good, does it? It’s the ultimate payback for all the little secrets he tried to hide.”
Loki snorted, clearly entertained by the absurdity of it all. “Ahh, revenge. A dish best served bloody,” he said with a grin, his voice practically dripping with glee. “But honestly? Bluebeard had no business making that room off-limits. If you’re going to be that dramatic, you better expect someone to crack the code. Maybe he should’ve had a ‘Welcome’ sign on the door instead.” He leaned forward, tapping his fingers together. “Honestly, that’s what happens when you’re too secretive. People want to know. That’s how you end up with a bloody mess. Or worse... you end up dead.”
Alice raised an eyebrow and gave him a knowing look, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Let’s be real, Loki—if Bluebeard had been more honest, maybe his wives wouldn’t have opened that door. But where’s the fun in that, hmm? I say, let the curiosity reign.” She leaned in closer, her eyes dancing. “Every good tale needs a bit of scandal. And Bluebeard? He’s scandal with a capital S.” She paused dramatically. “And in the end, he got what was coming to him.”
Rumplestiltskin sat back in his chair, eyes twinkling with wicked satisfaction. “Of course, that’s the beauty of it all. He thought he could control his wives, make them follow his rules. But when you play the game like that, someone’s going to crack. And when they do, it’s never as pretty as you think.” He gave a knowing smirk. “Bluebeard had a whole mansion full of secrets, but the real question is: who’s the bigger fool? The one who hides them, or the one who finds them?”
Loki let out a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head, eyes gleaming. “So, what’s the verdict? Is Bluebeard just another tragic figure, a victim of his own hubris? Or is he a master manipulator who got exactly what he deserved?” He grinned wider. “Either way, it’s a tale as old as time: secrets, lies, and bloody consequences. A little too much drama for the kids, though, don’t you think?”
Alice smirked, raising her teacup in a mock toast. “Oh, absolutely. No bedtime stories here, darling. Unless you want nightmares instead of sweet dreams.” She leaned forward, the edges of her smile sharp as a blade. “Bluebeard’s tale? That’s for those who like their stories... a bit on the darker side. For the kiddos, though? Keep them away from locked rooms and men with too many secrets.”
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The Verdict: Bluebeard is the perfect example of a tragic villain who thinks he can outsmart everyone around him. But, as we all know, curiosity always wins. His dark tale isn’t for the faint of heart, but it certainly is for those who enjoy a good revenge-fueled ending. Just don’t let the little ones hear it—or they might start locking all their doors and questioning everything.
