Cursed Blood |Lesbian Story|

Chapter 50

Octavia and I exchanged a look and then we both jumped right back on the coffin again. Alyssa and Jacque followed suit. The coffin shook harder. Octavia and I were using all our body strength and weight to hold off, and I was sure Jacque did the same with her mental power. Alyssa didn't count much on this department, but she was also trying to help.

"Cammie!?" I said when she didn't come along. She was kneeling before the golden coffin and stared intensely at the inscription on the side.

"There's a Vedic mantra here," she said. "I'm trying to read it. It's all Sanskrit mixed with ancient Khmer, holy cow!"

I could hear the screaming rage of the immortal underneath us.

"Cammie, stay calm and translate whatever the heck you can," Jacque said. "Does it say anything to hold this thing down permanently?"

"I am calm!...but...Oh my god, it says you have to have the ancestral key to close the coffin!" she said.

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO FIND A DAMN KEY!" Jacque yelled.

"Ancestral key?" Octavia said with a spark of realization in her eyes. Then she looked at me. "My mom had told me about the ancestral keys once. They were given to each royal family around the world to keep as their crests."

"Oh, so that means my father's necklace is a key?" I said and quickly pulled out the royal crest through my collar shirt.

"Looks like that to me," Jacque said, "I think the lock hole is right here."

She brushed her hand over a carved picture of the sun at the head of the coffin. And the round carving thing was made inward, about the size of my medallion necklace. Then a loud bang from the coffin almost tipped us all off, but we kept our weight balanced, trying to hold down the trembling sarcophagus.

Without further delay, I placed the crest into the hole and pushed it. The lock clicked and rotated. Then the golden coffin made cracking noises as if some inner mechanism started running. And then the heavy cover fastened itself securely to the coffin with a final clash.

"She's locked!" I said triumphantly. Then we all got off the sarcophagus and backed away from it. Even if the coffin was closed, the immortal was pretty much alive and literally kicking. I winced as we all could still hear the piercing cry and cursing from the inside. It must be torturing for Pisaca to be back to her old prison cell. That was like being buried alive.

"Cammie, how do we put her back to sleep?" I said, feeling a little sentiment more than I should.

"Sing her a lullaby?" she shrugged.

"Cammie please," Alyssa said, "I can't bear hearing her like this anymore."

"We can't leave the immortal like that," Octavia said, "As long as she's fully awake, she's still dangerous."

"Okay, I'll read the inscription again," Cammie said and returned to the coffin. After a while, she turned back to us. "I found a Vedic poem."

"Translate it," I said to her.

"It says 'The body is an altar, the mind is the fire blazing, sacrificing the sparks of the tree of Karma,'" Cammie finished and looked back at us.

"What does it mean?" Alyssa asked.

"It means the body is nothing but an empty shell if the mind has lost its karmic energy," Octavia explained to us. "Take away her karma or desire, she will lose her grip on the physical world."

"What? Like making her enlightened or something?" Alyssa asked, looking confused.

"No, not like that, we have to open the Chthonian element in her mind," Octavia said. "It's almost the same as when we're falling asleep."