Recrutement Part 2

‘It can’t be?’. He thought while looking difficulty up in frond, and what greet him is to bulging red light like eyes staring at him, his claw like fingers was raised clutching air, while his other hands holding the scythe, so he freaked out, his eyes looked sideway at his ex-geezer self than he embrace the fact that he is dead and now he is in his soul form, but the being in frond of him still standing maybe amused by his reaction.

Then it hit him, and couldn’t help but spit out” Jinn!!?”.There is no other being in old stories that he grows with withexepts for ghouls and jinns, while the former are can appear as hideous monsters or ugly witshes  roaming graves stealing bones and corpes from it, or in extream cases, abduct children to eat them later, none of them have the ability to hold souls and extract them from their bodies exept for angels and that being is not so a jinn who was created by fire and lived before human, and poses astonishing powers is the probable answer.

Still lost in his thinking, a hoarse voice was heard, “if you want to live, nod, or be eaten…... by me”. Said the creature while grinning out loud.

 “And whom I’m to refuse”. While in return, he just nod, afterward darkness cover him and an attracting force pushed him down while he just murmured a few word in resignation.

In another place filled with snow, a castle stands majestically on a great hill, surrounded by a frozen river in the west and mountains in the north, a forest in the south and a road in the east, all covered by snow, indicating of an extreme cold winter that still insist of staying, torturing those guards that are shivering in the cold while patrolling the surrounding, moving their legs in their places while standing for those who are supposed to stand put while others moving back and forth  to makes themselves worm in the process.

Inside the castle however, only silence can be heard, no servants, no maids working, excepts for some candles with some lights flickering to sway away the darkness in the halls. Opposite to the noises outside this building, in the field  that hold most of the training of the guards and knights, a lively atmosphere being held from servants and  some guards and few nights, even peasants were allowed to be here, despite keeping their distances from others who held higher status than them, their eyes holds some anticipation and maybe gloating hiding in them toward the upcoming misfortune of others

In the center of this square field, a cross stand erect for  all to witness, surrounded by a bunch of dry leaves and woods, and a women was being crucified there, with all her limps being held by cold nails in that block of woods, blood was oozed out from her delicate hands and elegant feats, with brouzes from the rocks that was being thrown at by  her dedicate audience.

A middle-aged man sitting in his horse, not far away from her, all serious and dandy, with a hint of mockery in his eyes that he shose to reveal it carelessly looking at the haggard and miserable woman fighting hard to breath, and her eyes are still struggling to not close,  behind her  long freezing hair that covered her face, while a few guards waiting with torches set in flames that gives wormth to their holders in this cold weather.

'All this resentment, gloating, petty and anger are delicious to me, I don’t mind standing here enjoying the show wile bathing on these various emotions, it’s the same to those who have sun bath or relaxing in some spa'.

'sigh...But that woman! even  a senseless thing like me, still enjoy her weathering beauty that is socked with blood and scars, forming a kind of tragedy yet stunning  painting that is full of agony and life by her struggle to keep her little breath going subconsciously even if she show to the public her resignation in frond of death that his image I stole '.

As I walk forward in her direction, I sent some of the dark obsession that still linger around me that still raw and filthy , I can see her head start bulking with vines and her eyes are nearly come out of her sockets, with a bit of foam in hemouth, the stuff I send her even if it a bit, was compose of thousands of dark thoughts that effect the hearer spirit and mind, no wonder her body will act like this, especially with her current condition.

So i better strike the iron while its hot then, I walked or fazed near her and touch her still pitiful yet gorgeous face with my scythe and said in a wespering voice” if you want to live and take revenge, nod your head, or Die” .

With her still body that stops twisting a few second ago after feeling my scythe on her face that I allowed her to feel plus hearing my voice, her misty eyes that sees no more than despaired cleared a bit and said with all her strength “wh…what d..o you w*..t?”.

What she didn’t expect that the answer that she waits to hear never come but Inside her mind he talked with thundering voice that gives her unexpectedly some warmth “ To become my witch” he said it like there no room for refusal and so she nodded  while hearing his second phrase “… and take your revenge”…and then everything darkened and before even think of  feeling anxious she passed out.

   A mind blowing realm yet frightening greeted the three of them, brightness was bellow their feats and the abyss is up above, in a round table three shadows was sitting in frond of each other, while three snakes without skin surround them like when an anaconda surround its pray, then those snakes began to melt in those shadow while in the process a squeaking sound like a rusting iron door was opened forcibly, but in a much slower way mixed with some whispers that leaked from negative energy that they come from, while each of those shadow’s features started to condense and become clear.

A monster with a wolf head and limps but with a human body, another one with fangs and skin wings, pale face and body full of blue vines defused all over his body, both are males wile a woman look like a corps with nail like swords attached to her hands, full of renckals and some bones and rotten meat was visible like her skin was bitten off by wild animals, all of those beings was produced from this operation that it didn’t take much time and it look like it didn’t take much effort from the behemoth comparing to those pathetic creatures that was underneath his  stony thrown.

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of  eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open  and closed.

Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengthen their wills, they will never hold theyselves for the thousand's of a second from exploding to shreds.

The essential of those information is telling what they are, belong to whom, and what is their purpose od existing.

All in all, they shared the same advantage or quirks, and that is to live longer than any human, but in different ways to realize this goal, one of them must eat flesh, the other must drink blood, and the woman must consume soules of living creature, preferably humans to each of them live longer and gain more strength and intelligence.

One is a wolf or a flesh eating crazy beast in a human and wolf skin, the other is a vampire that his cold bloodlust can over run the bloodiest army, the last one is a perverse abomination.

The staring contest between the three to discern any glimpse of identification from eash other after digesting a few information that was put in their mind like a sword that was stabbed in your heard forgetting  unconsciously the behemoth that was there like the verry existence of day and night.

This unbelievable scene is of course the work of IT, a childish way to gives them fright and terror and at the same time awe , but not like a regular naïve kid who hide behind the wall than suddenly jump forward to booed his friends than laugh it off after some gibberish predictable reaction, NO way IT will do the same, he is going to just booed them to oblivion! “Hhhhhh, in a more ruthless way!”. A glimmer of slyness shine in his eyeless two holes in his bonozofied face.

Tik tiktok tik tak, like a great hummer hitting a mountain in a great vigor like it going to refine it into a sword or a spear, a clunking voice breakthrough their verry beings and souls, a suffocated pressure was felt, not felt but much more, it suffocate them, squeeze them like squeezing a fly, yes a fly, and why not, comparing to what they felt before, a great since of control that was produced after feeling the strength and the force that they possessed, the speed thinking that follow afterward when digesting those information, all of this gives the fake feeling of invincibility and indestructability.