Chapter 2, Page 33: Song of Damnation
He knows that, Miriam.
Believe it or not Florian didn’t pick that room to have tea in just so he could point out that art. XP In fact putting that on the wall was a last minute idea on my end. That art was done by Louis-Léopold Boilly, by the way.
There was actually an even nicer painting related to that story I could’ve used there, but it was made a few years AFTER this comic is set and I’m still accuracy-obsessive sometimes.
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↓ Transcript
Miriam and Florian sitting and speaking together while Florian smokes a cigar.
Florian: The Devil's Trill Sonata, to be precise. That piece has a most fascinating tale behind it's creation.
Miriam: Oh, aye?
Florian motions towards the painting on the wall, behind them.
Florian: Oui, the artwork behind us is even based on the story.
A closeup shot of a man lying in his bed while the Devil, an impish figure with wings and horns, floats on a small cloud near him and plays a violin. It's a classic art by Louis-Léopold Boilly.
Florian: It's said the composer, Giuseppe Tartini, was visited by the Devil in a dream one night. In the dream, he sold his soul, then asked the Devil to play something for him on his violin. The song took Tartini's breath away, but he was only able to hold on to a fragment of it's beauty upon waking.
Florian's face, he has a small smirk.
Florian: What you heard last night was that fragment. If just that can move you to tears, imagine what Tartini must've heard!
A small shot of Miriam's shocked face.
Miriam: That's... really true?
A silly looking panel of Miriam smiling nervously while Florian smugly takes a puff of his cigar.
Miriam: F-Father'd be livid if he knew you played a song with such an origin in his house...
Florian: You think so?
Florian: The Devil's Trill Sonata, to be precise. That piece has a most fascinating tale behind it's creation.
Miriam: Oh, aye?
Florian motions towards the painting on the wall, behind them.
Florian: Oui, the artwork behind us is even based on the story.
A closeup shot of a man lying in his bed while the Devil, an impish figure with wings and horns, floats on a small cloud near him and plays a violin. It's a classic art by Louis-Léopold Boilly.
Florian: It's said the composer, Giuseppe Tartini, was visited by the Devil in a dream one night. In the dream, he sold his soul, then asked the Devil to play something for him on his violin. The song took Tartini's breath away, but he was only able to hold on to a fragment of it's beauty upon waking.
Florian's face, he has a small smirk.
Florian: What you heard last night was that fragment. If just that can move you to tears, imagine what Tartini must've heard!
A small shot of Miriam's shocked face.
Miriam: That's... really true?
A silly looking panel of Miriam smiling nervously while Florian smugly takes a puff of his cigar.
Miriam: F-Father'd be livid if he knew you played a song with such an origin in his house...
Florian: You think so?