This is the second season of symbiosis. In the astral bass, when an
infernal entity is sold in your bed, there is no escape. Produced and
narrated by Mariano Osorio, there are different dimensional planes, characterized by the type
of energy that moves in them. It is the astral bass that harbors evil
creatures and the most negative of all. With the participation of Van Bronstein and
von Ley, Carlos Pulidole and Jesse Santa I think original Valentine Torres. This
story is inspired by real experiences of demon- produced attacks and documented with Sumerian
texts more than four zero years ago. Warning contains violence and napotized language.
UAs is recommended You may not be ready to listen to it chapter twenty-
three phobia outside a farmhouse on the northwest skirt of the topocatepetl volcano men'
s and women' s pants, shirt with a cut sleeve blouse, boxer,
cotton shirt, women' s underwear and socks of both sexes are wet
and draining over some bushes. He never imagined that he would one day be
naked and tangled in a sheet lying on the grass with an ex- con
in a towel, waiting for the clothes of both of them to dry up
doctor. That sounded very twisted. Yeah, right, Morales is coming up
good. Don Manuel says that in a few minutes it will be nice and
all lunch. Guys. Oh, I screamed terrified. What' s going
on? Morales, a broken woman passed through my feet, explains and adds
that she has a tremendous phobia. Smile ashamed and leave twenty. I thought
something terrible had happened to him. Me too, what will be preparing us,
Don Manuel, for lunch? It smells pretty good. He gets it
here, poor thing He' s very lonely. I was moved to hear
that they have videoed thirty years ago how it has overflowed with attentions. He
wanted to give me his reading glasses, but I didn' t accept him
to serve them and I can still see with the good glass of mine and
how many pots of water he heated us to bathe. He had once bathed
in jacarazus doctor yes as a child. One time I was at my aunt
' s, there was no water. My aunt warmed up some buckets that
were on reserve and with them I showered how I loved going to visit them.
Her house was my mom' s sister. I couldn' t have
children. Yeah, she got sick from depression, but she was on medication
on the weekends, my aunt and her husband were asking my parents to let
me stay with them. That made my aunt happy, but more I forgot.
A few days of my two little criminal brothers would bully her, yes,
they would beat me, they would disaggregate me, they would babble me,
they would break my clothes, they would tear my wrists apart. They
once tried to smother me with a pillow until they tossed me. These bastards
burned down my barbie house than why they were firefighters and wanted to mitigate the
fujo better. I don' t even tell him when they thought they were
lion tamers, but they gave me lashes. Now I understand why you take
it out on the criminals you evaluate in prison and you didn' t have
me, doctor you can' t deny that. I' m an ugly
witness all the time. What happens is that, in the end, you
save me from your claws. How many heathers have not had the luck that
I have to, how many have left locked in jail exaggerated. That has
nothing to do with childhood. Oh, no, it' s not like
that. As psychologists and psychiatrists base the behaviors and traumas of adults with events
suffered in childhood, genetics, the environment and the people with whom we live
also do not quite count. Isabel' s right about that. Thirty years
earlier, a woman in a sleeping camison is sitting on a double bed.
The blankets are only extended on your side. Look at the obloja light on
the watch of his gold gets overwhelmed. It' s two o' clock
in the morning he enters the bathroom and opens a small anael on the left
side. There' s medicine for a psychiatric condition on the right side.
For another, the woman grabs a box of the drugs that are on the
left side. It is disconcerted when feeling that they do not weigh the opening
are startled, the box is empty. Then he realizes that all the boxes
on the left side don' t have pills. The anguish hits her regrets
having married her husband. The psychiatrist, who is the same as both,
had said it was not a good idea. They met in the waiting room
of the psychiatric office. There was always mutual pity there. He joins them
he hears a vehicle parked on the street, leaves the bathroom downstairs. Her
husband' s wobbly in the house. She' s demanding you get drunk.
They' re starting to argue. It' s an endless argument that
' s escalating in intensity. Suddenly, he wants to hurt her more,
confesses to her the real reason for her ambiguez lost in bets or two the
savings they had. The wife feels a vacuum in her stomach, her legs
loosen. The husband serves himself a drink of whiskey, an expensive and aged
one that never everything and that is rather presumptuously decorated. The wife snatches it
from him, throws alcohol in his face. He calls it irresponsible, because
that money was the work of both of us, not just of him.
He rebukes him for stopping taking the psychiatric medicine without medical supervision, as not
taking it triggered the risky behaviors of his bipolar disorder, gambling and drinking crazy.
He denies that he stopped taking the medication, but the lady reveals that
he discovered the empty boxes. The husband replied that at least he felt alive
again when he left the medicine. Not like her that with the pills of
her stupid depression, she became fat, irritable, asexual and will fry.
They grab the bottle of whisky, get it steep, the woman takes the
bottle away from him and pisses him off, takes it away with courage and
stares him in the forehead. Moments later he takes notice of what he has
just done, tries to revive him, but there is nothing left to do,
which is already dead in a pool of blood. The Lord listens to
childish sobs. Turn to the stairs. He sees a six- year-
old crying girl and looks at him in terror. Isabel tells the girl and
escapes doctor why she likes to work in prison, why take risks living with
criminals, why analyze them and make sure they get a condom, when she
could open a practice and apply the clinic safely. I' m not interested
in a clinic Don' t be a liar. Doctor, I saw the
glow in your eyes. When he spoke to my brother, he treated him
like a patient. José Damian remembers that we discovered that Jase listens through you.
Yes, when you came out of the staff to run down the chainsaw
and defend ourselves against hybrids, José Carlos and I talked. He listened to
me. We were both surprised, but there was no more time. We
didn' t tell you either. We were all fighting for our lives.
That' s wonderful. Yes, he' s expanding his power. Come
later in the kitchen, Don Manuel, these chilaquiles are wonderful Manda Niña speaks
louder here. I' m too deaf to say, Don Manuel, that
those chilaquiles are delicious. The old man is happy because he liked the food.
He gets up, takes out a piece of furniture, a whiskey,
a garon and old and never touches. It shakes his dust. He puts
it on the table, Morales. José Damiana Isabel are amazed. That'
s a very expensive whiskey, Don Manuel. The gentleman says that the occasion
merits the cork stand out. It serves four slices. Greetings, Don Manuel.
Hours later, the sun has already been hidden and in a bedroom of
Don Manuel Morales' s estate he enters loading Isabel into a bed in it.
I know José Damian asleep. His glasses are on a murro. Don
Manuel covers José Damián and Isabel with blankets and goes out with Morales, they
go to the room. Don Manuel says he' s very sorry, that
he only has one guest bed. The agent responds that José Damian and Isabel
are so drunk that he says they will pre- chat and sleep well in
it and not worry about it, because it fits in the chair of the
room. She thanks you for offering to spend the night at her house and,
meanwhile, in the bedroom, Isabel uncovers the calories of so much food
and drink. They' ve done their thing touring and settling in. José
Damián feels cold on his side by a slit from the window. An icy
little air from the volcano leaks over. Isabel kicks the blankets. When he
feels hot again, he turns his arm and left leg. They lie on
the body of José Damian, who sleeps face up and face in the direction
of Isabella. She, in the midst of an iric journey, sighs and
caresses José Damian' s chest. He wakes up, opens his eyes,
baffling his face is very close to Isabel' s. Between closes his eyes
and makes gestures to focus admires the beauty of her due to the dim moonlight
that slips through the gnawed curtain. Isabel, who has her leg on his
pellvis, feels something between dreams. Wake up, look at José Damian and
watch her blush. Isabel removes her leg and arm quickly from above him forgiveness.
The pupils of both are dilated, the respiratory rhythm increases, the blood
runs faster and laughs heat and desire in the skin. On such a cold
night, on the skirts of a volcano, José Damien escapes a nervous,
sprayy and horny smile, but one of us and sexual tension are breathed from
here and to the other volcano and then a lapse mediating and vigorous of a
couple of fiery mouths. The rest gives the imagination of morals who from the
room listen to the rechidos of the range. Far from there, on the
western side of the Ihuatl volcano, more sexual activity is happening, but a
hellish and terrifying one. The twenty- four creatures born of the hybrids have
completed six days, they already measure one ninety of stature and are like their
humanoid parents of grayish and dark greenish skinless tones, which exhibits in living flesh
the movements of their muscular and tendinous tissues. At some points parts of the
robust skeleton appear to them, especially in the one in the n in s
s NS and the reptilian skull the worms that come out of their head already
reach their waist and twist Twelve pairs of hybrids madoras plus the couple that make
up their parents are mating inside the tunnel of the abandoned hacienda and it is
demon protects the place as territorial lion. In the morning, Don Manuel picks
up the breakfast dishes. Isabel and José Damián act as if nothing had happened.
In fact, they dodge the looks of the other Morales they see they
can stand the laughter This morning it' s very fresh. Don Manuel.
Yeah, compared to the heat he made last night, he mentions Morales laughing.
Don Manuel tells Isabel to go to his bedroom and that I grabbed any
sweater from the closet that is given to her. Oh, not how you
think. Sir insists, well, I' m gonna take one, but
I' m gonna come back later and give it back to you. He
goes to the man' s bedroom Opens the closet They hit and grab.
A photograph of Don Manuel on the closet compartment. In the picture is the
lord hugging his wife. About thirty years ago, Isabel rushed out of the
bedroom, entered the kitchen. What' s your full name, Mr Manuel,
that happens doctor. I want the gentleman to tell me his full name,
Victor Manuel Díaz Velázquez, responds the elder so much more faith let'
s get out of here. I can' t stay in this house.
What' s the matter, little girl, what' s the matter with
you, ask, don Manuel, let me go, I' m Isabel
Rivera Camacho. Later in the camp, on the southwest side of the Popocatepetl
volcano. Sunlight' s starting to go away. In one of the tents
is José Carlos still convalescent a huge staff with the tip toward the north.
It' s plotted on the ground. Around the tents Joseph Damian performed a
ritual in front of him. He told Mesopotamia that he was taught by José
Carlos and turned the drama pente with ash and shell street around the camp.
There are still several sacks left with the mixture. José Damian takes off,
the glasses are dusted, he limes them lingre with his shirt puts them back
on. I' m going to start the next ritual It' s very
dangerous. I want all cops, soldiers, morals and you, doctor,
to stay inside the camp ventogram. Whatever happens. Terrifying as it is,
don' t get out of it or get some part of your body out
of it. It goes 20 meters to where a fire is. On the
sides of the fire there are two huge trunks of bitch. We' ve
already had satanos fixed to mother Ulysses married him or the sixth lord of the
Intinia, those of punishing countamia clear are Ulysses and Vigana only have underwear.
They lie on the trunks and are tied to them. The look of both
of them is creepy. They have sunken eyes, eyes, lost lips,
ash skin, pale greenish and purifying grains. They shake with force trying to
release water fuelte me defili are going to more malletamen in front of the fire.
The prisoner in cell six hundred eleven, the one with no eyes,
was seated They brought him a few hours ago to the camp and he offered
to help Joseph Damian perform the ritual by tempting bunches of pine branches and other
trees and aromatic plants. The soldiers collected it so that he still made medium.
Next to six hundred eleven there are finished saumerian plants, a mound of
wheat flour and jars of herbal oils. José Damián begins the ritual butan micos.
If they know or rsa dugi anuan u am dum le u le len
conform and Joseph dami hardens the words six hundred eleven he pronounces its meaning by
heaven and earth. I conjure them by the power of yearning. You don
' t call on me. Jos Damian is amazed at six hundred and eleven,
as you know of the ruler. Six hundred eleven says he has no
idea. Words simply come to mind. José Damián will add an improvised tracer,
a cream with a stick like those used to draw the lines in amateur
football fields. It comes ash lime from hybrids and husks to a pentagram Ulysses
my friday six hundred eleven and the campfire are left inside the geometric figure.
Big, yeah, yeah, don' t you spell them out? By
itself? I adjure them by javascia of the four winds double towards me.
José Damiana war fistosaina and threw them into the campfire. I swear I'
ll bite more of honey, grab a saumerium and throw it in the fire
to aromatize it. I conjure them by incense, perhaps by stinking scum of
the light asshole It' s a vast jar of man- nerja breathing.
Joseph Damian after a large circle with gasoline outside of Ulysses median and six hundred
eleven soldiers first bonded the earth to prevent the flames from spreading into the forest.
José Damiano lights up or match mate don' t you dare defend the
circle. José Damian releases the match in the gas circle, a circle of
fire with contente burns. José Damian pours medicinal herbal oils on the bodies of
Ulysses and Viviana six hundred eleven. It vigorously rubs Viviana' s skin from
the torso to the extremities with oil. Then shake your hands hard on the
fire. Joseph also performs the same action with Ulises. Hellish spirit, devolves
the dead fapa, friend of a whore, mother of filthy hands for the
blind. Be fuso, phago tochi blind by the pure Lord of the world,
you be sexual scisador, the skin of Ulises and Viviana is slashed and
bleeds as if a sharp knife cut them corbe, lord of the world,
be sexorcized, furbet and, lady of the world, has been fectorized.
Ulysses and Viviana' s eyes turn on the ropes with which they are tied
to rum or are also impacted. He goes to see that and light are
levitating. The bodies of Ulysses and Livianas rise with their arms stretched out to
the sides. They stop rising and float to a meter and a half high.
The police, moral soldiers and Isabel look at the bodies of Ulysses and
Viviada from the other staves, slowly straightening up until they float perspicaciously. It
' s true that he can hide you Mo had to dare you I saw
you to live. What thought that imidoses exist in shadows or for me and
your sister were messy, Miss, aborted in my sexmen station. I want
to save his life. I don' t say my own, but I
' m your father' s uterus before you had sex with her husband,
so that the spermatoes today are his, not the fertiliser because he swallowed some
morticlar evil. But if your brother had been his sons, they would have
died. I don' t know what I am, a guy who'
s a woman, your rapic, little guy who I know has become retarded,
he smokes mentally, and he' s left to fucking depend on me.
He did not become retarded, he developed the power of his mind.
That' s why you couldn' t manipulate him. What you think is
that I' m not interested. He' ll live mentally subtracted for brodas,
but you be lamyan, but your well- being depends on mine.
I know. If you know, I hear, you' ll shut your
body down. Dirty the dead well owe a vegetable. You don' t
listen to him, Jose Damian You' re messing around so I want to
finish chorfism. Don' t listen to him. We' ll go there
a scream six hundred eleven or hard that a thousand ci How can you do
this to me. I' m your father. No, no, no,
you, you' re not my father for the sake of satuo.
If you love that I am and wise until lu has been removed until you
lack a body of man and woman, you will have five fingers. You
' ll have nothing to eat, you' ll have no water they'
ll drink. Polace, Ulises and Viviana stop levitateping fall on the trunks.
They' re both convulsing something black. They' re starting to come out
for every pore of the skin. They' re millions of black millimetric insects.
Ulysses and my Viana' s skin bleeds, while the thousands of micro
bugs keep coming out of their pores. On leaving they grow and become flies
and fly to escape from the staff police, soldiers, morals and Isabel are
shocked to see the huge entrail of mosnas and then the beast of flesh and
bone opens the huge jaw and the ship with fuyan. Those who did not
know him were terrified when they saw the dark- colored mastodon, of thick
corporeity, of several tons more than two meters high, a skeleton, powerful
link or armor, ligaments and strong tendons, nor with the great askeletal without
eyes or ears and worms contorting that hang from his head roars with fury.
Then the roars are transformed into words. I have another twenty- six royal
children who have already mated. Joseph Amion is only days away from conceiving three
hundred and twelve of my vastagos. I' ll wait for those three hundred
and twelve and their parents will reproduce. When the four thousand three hundred and
ninety- four sons of them are born, I will come for you.
The demon picks up a fist of earth, thrusts it toward the sky,
takes a hand to the forehead and traces with a finger, a circle against
the hands of the clock snaps the fingers his body becomes thousands of rats.
Those thousands of rats fall to the ground and run towards the camp. They
don' t have me down here screaming moral terror and running loudly non-
oral. No one can get out to the gradada brodas, morala regrasarte.
The rats haunt him, they reach over thousands of rats bite him wildly like
piranhas. A soldier shoots his rifle whose rats run and enter the forest and
the earth. Blood is sprinkled everywhere and the corpse of morals lies on top
with the eyes and bowels devoured and only with some remains of flesh, covering
their bones. This was bass symbiosis up to chapter twenty- three. Fobia
produced and narrated by Mariano Osorio, audio design Emilio Chino Ortega. Listen to
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