Diamonds Bloke: Viktor A. King Diamonds Bloke multilanguages, #1

By Viktor A. King

Title: "Diamonds Bloke"

Synopsis: In the surrealist and visionary world crafted by Viktor A. King, we follow the story of Jacobs, an ordinary man with an extraordinary twist to his life. Jacobs regularly attends psychoanalytic sessions, seeking to unravel the complexities of his mind. However, the game takes an unexpected turn when Jacobs, the protagonist, finds himself frequently slipping into hypnotic states during these sessions.

As the narrative unfolds, the once-controlled sessions become increasingly challenging. Jacobs, entrapped in the labyrinth of his subconscious, navigates the blurred lines between reality and the hypnotic realm. The story takes a gripping twist when Jacobs, the seemingly average individual, begins to enter and exit hypnosis uncontrollably.

The enigmatic journey explores the depths of the human psyche, unraveling hidden secrets and confronting the surreal manifestations of Jacobs' subconscious. Each hypnotic episode adds a layer of complexity to the narrative, leaving readers on the edge as they witness Jacobs grapple with the unpredictable consequences of his sessions.

"Diamonds Bloke" is a mesmerizing tale that delves into the intricacies of the mind, blending elements of psychological exploration with surrealism. As Jacobs struggles to regain control over his consciousness, the novel invites readers to question the boundaries of reality and the profound impact of the subconscious on the human experience.

 

Viktor A. King: A Master of International Horror

Known globally for his extraordinary ability to weave compelling and terrifying stories, Viktor A. King stands out as one of the prominent authors in the world of horror. With nine publications under his belt, his talent has been translated into six different languages, bringing his dark literary genius to readers around the globe.

Born in the obscure atmosphere of winter nights, Viktor A. King has always shown an affinity for the darker side of life. His writing evokes palpable tension, transporting readers into worlds where horror and mystery intertwine in an unsettling embrace.

Among his most celebrated works, titles like "Stay Woke" and "Veil of Shadows" emerge as pieces that have frightened and fascinated millions of readers. Each of his works is a journey into the unknown, where spectral creatures and dark secrets unfold page by page.

His latest novel, "Diamonds Bloke," is a milestone in his career, promising to immerse the reader in a world of obscene intrigues and unspeakable horrors. With prose as sharp as a knife and a captivating plot, King continues to solidify his reputation as a master of contemporary horror.

Thanks to his ability to transform humanity's deepest fears into engaging tales, Viktor A. King has earned a prominent place in modern horror literature. With each new publication, he continues to demonstrate his mastery in the art of chilling and enchanting readers from every corner of the planet. Prepare to delve into darkness with Viktor A. King, where every page is a step into the unknown.

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Translated into Six Languages

• Language: English
• Publisher: Viktor A. King
• Release date: Dec 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223310655

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DIAMONDS BLOKE

VIKTOR A.

KING

English version

CHAPTER ONE

"A white light hovers above your head, benevolent and pure, radiating tranquility and calmness. You are safe. You are always loved. You find yourself in a lush garden, surrounded by various plants, birds singing, and the benevolent sun warming you. In the distance, you hear the gentle flow of a river. The white light enters within you, protecting you, loving you, healing you.

You see a staircase. Walk towards the staircase. It is comfortable and secure. Descend the stairs. With each step, you go further down. The benevolent light accompanies you, entering your throat, healing your vocal cords, descending to your lungs, which are now healthy and strong, free from debris and impurities. They are now clean. It goes further down, through the stomach and abdomen, healing the muscular walls of the intestines. Further down you go. Descend the steps of the staircase.

Always further down.

The light heals the reproductive organs, restoring vigor and power. Always further down, descend the stairs. You feel a soothing and gentle silence. The sound of a harp. The light illuminates your lower limbs, your legs, muscles, soothing tendons and bones, restoring strength to joints and elasticity to connections.

Always further down. You see a mirror.

The white light reaches your feet, illuminating and refreshing them, eliminating fatigue and the weight of the body.

Look at your feet.

What footwear are you wearing?"

I am barefoot.

Do you hear the harp music?

Yes.

Go towards the source of the sound, towards the mirror. What do you see reflected?

A brunette woman.

How is she dressed?

She's wearing a white and gold tunic. Her hair is gathered at the top of her head, with a few curls falling on her neck. She's beautiful.

Now, take a close look at your feet. Are they still bare?

No, it's true, it seems like I'm wearing leather sandals. They're very comfortable and cool. The toenails are painted, and I wear toe rings on the big and middle toes. It's a very elaborate footwear, with threads of gold and woven leather, tied around the ankle. I have a slender and delicate ankle. I am a woman!

How is your tunic made?

It's white, made of soft fabric that feels like silk to the touch. One shoulder is bare, and the other is covered with a sensual drape. It falls on the breasts and is held at the waist with a golden leather belt. The rest of the fabric gently surrounds my body in wide and voluptuous waves down to the ankles.

Look at your hairstyle in the mirror.

I have jet-black hair, gathered in curls in a chignon. And a heavy, precious gold clip holds my hair in place.

Now, observe your face.

I'm wearing heavy black lines around my eyes, enhancing the pitch-black color. There are blue shades on the cheekbones merging with the black lines on the eyelids. The lips are crimson red.

What do you see around you?

A dimly lit room, torches hanging on stone walls. A man lying on a stone table. He appears lifeless.

You can always distance yourself if you feel pain, fly above their heads, and observe the scene from above at any moment.

No! I want to see! I approach; I believe I am suffering. Feeling immense pain. He is my husband. He is dead. He died in battle, defending me. I couldn't help him. He's gone now. He left me alone. Soon, I'll be forced to follow him in death. It's just a matter of a few hours, and the priests will come for me. They will numb me with poisons, open my viscera to empty them, replace them with flowers and essences, then pour molten gold and lead into my veins, replacing the blood.

If it becomes too distressing, you can always fly over the scene and choose a moment of joy from the past.

No! I loved this man who is now in front of me; I see his lifeless body. He was strong, muscular, holding me close and leading me to the altar without fearing life. He was a god. I loved him. Now, I am left alone. He left me, thinking he was protecting me.

Go to a moment before this life. Discover your love. Fly higher, leave this moment that is becoming too distressing for you.

I fly. I hear the harp. I see the garden. He's alive. Waiting for me in the flower gazebo. It's our first kiss. We've been promised since we were children; I've always loved him. He adjusts a curl of my hair and puckers his lips with an intimate and personal gesture of appreciation. He loves me too. God has united us, before mankind. How strong and handsome he is. I love him deeply and ardently desire to become his bride. He places his lips on mine. I am his woman. He will always protect me, forever.

Now, move forward. See how this life ends, fly to the end of this life. You're safe, you're always loved. You can interrupt this dream at any moment and ascend the garden stairs. The music guides you towards the exit whenever the pain becomes too much to bear.

I have to drink poison. I hold the cup in my hands. The odor it emanates is nauseating. It reminds me of a rat, a thousand rats feasting on rotting flesh. I'm drinking. I'm forced to drink. For the love I hold for my deceased beloved. For the honor I reserve for my lineage. For the Gods who welcome me, who welcome me alongside him, and we will be forever united in death. God Osiris awaits us both. I feel my strength fading, the heart slowing down, I fall to the ground. It's cold. They lift me. They are strong, lifting me easily.

Hover over the image. Observe what is happening to you.

"They lay me on a wooden table. I am undressed by my