Ancient Ties
The heavy rain poured down onto the sacred grounds of the dense Amazon forest. The absolute darkness of the cloudy skies were assaulted by the flashes of the constant lightning, the ear shattering sound making the ground and the trees tremble with great immensity. Along with the loud thunderstorm the coherent humming of the tribe of women took over, chanting around a massive fire that even the heaven's heavy downpour couldn’t extinguish. There was an opening in the dense forest, a random one that no one would be able to find it. The area was heavily trapped and was bound by the black magic of the tribe. There were sixty-six trees surrounded the opening, each had a slain warrior from Crete chained to it. The golden chains were wrapped around the throats, torsos and the legs of the warriors. Some were still clenching onto their weapons with their lifeless bodies, stained with blood and dirt. The fresh warm blood trickled down from their wounds into the perfectly placed golden bowls at the bottom of their feet. By each slain body there stood a maiden covered in all white almost see through linen, covering the face and the body completely from head to toe, flaring around freely by the feet. On the opposite sides of the fire three maidens were banging on the drums in unity. The sound of it ringing through the ears of the dancers by the fire, dancing to the rhythm of the drums in the rain, mindlessly with eyes rolled back. The thirty-three chosen dancers’ faces and bodies were covered in symbols with red clay that represented the fallen one. The dancers were swaying with the freshly ripped peacock feathers.
There she was, sitting on the throne fully clothed in her black iron armour with raven feathers implanted on the shoulders. She was sitting and watching the ritual take place with an unfazed yet serious face. Her long red hair that matched the colour of the fire was in a high ponytail. She got up from her seat, stood tall with her lean strong body and placed her scythe on her back. The dancing maidens started to drop to the floor one by one with foaming mouths. She started walking closer to the fire, completely focused on it as the bodies fell around her. The fire now was popping with much intensity and the drumming got louder. She raised her right hand in the air and a black dense smoke burst out of the mouths of the impaled warriors with a loud inhuman screams mixed with growls. Her lip curved into a satisfied smirk as the smoke swirled aggressively around the circle. A shadow that was taller and larger than the trees in the forest formed in the fire pit. The earth started to shake, the rain stopped but the lightning storm continued. Silhouette of the conjured one appeared in between the flames, half human half demon with horns. Even Cain wouldn’t dare to walk along side with the one.
"Noli respicere post tergum. Et ne abscondas," said the one. Don't look back, don't try to hide.
The maidens rose one by one and started reciting the song that was forbidden for decades.
"The lightning struck
Across the dark cloudy skies
Exposing the lonely rocky hill
Who took lives
With sweaty palms
And a naive heart
Climbed up the dirty hill
For his demise
His only wish,
He said was to bring back
His lover at once
Little did he know
Fate had a twisted little surprise
Dropped his small brown pouch on the ground
The fresh cold breeze welcomed him with open arms
Shiver went up his spine
As he tripped over a rock
Slicing up his knee
Three blood drops on the ground
The wind stopped roaring
As he got up
His body as heavy as the mountains around
He went over to the edge
As she rose up in mid air
Head tilted with piercing eyes
His heart pounding heavy in his chest
His face bursting with heat like a burning furnace
His eyes as wide as hers
His body paralyzed
With the visions of his loved one
His arms resting on his sides
The wicked one smiled
Sharp teeth exposed
The smell of sulphur took over
Making him cough
He came back to reality
Throwing himself at his pouch
He opened it and a blonde clump of hair fell out
I will give you what you want
He yelled, voice cracked, throat dry
I want my love back in exchange of her blood
A tear rolled down from his left eye
Making the wicked one smile
Her eyes never left his presence since she rose up
She is young
He said as he frantically searched his pocket
A picture fell out
Blonde curly locks and brown doll like eyes
Skin as fair as milk
And a smile that could make angels cry
The wicked one raised her hand
And started bleeding in black
Still floating
Defying logic
On an unholy night
She opened her mouth
As she spoke the ground trembled
You with the naive heart
Will sacrifice your own blood sister
For your once loved one
The sound of approval left his trembling lips
And with a blink of an eye
His throat sliced open
Body scattered on the ground
Blood started dripping from her claws
Eyes wide open
Smiling from side to side
Clawing at his body
Like a lion attacking his prey
Violently
Ripping off his flesh chunks at a time
Eyes glowing red
Matching the blood
The sounds of flesh ripping and deep rumbling
Echoed through the mountains
Into the night
He tasted sweet
But even sweeter than before when she was his loved one
He should’ve known
When something is too good to be true
There is always devil in the details
She walked back to the edge of the hill
Leaving footprints made out of blood
Now she has his damned soul
She already had his heart
She will claim
The beautiful young vessel
To lure her next prey
She smiled and jumped off the cliff
To move onto the next one."
Conjured from the black ash, it stood, materialized in full human body with dark red eyes and skin glowing like the moon with an off grey colour. Her smirk is a beginning to an end of this humankind.