THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
"Oh, Eir! As I said, I'm dead. My days are over unexpectedly. It stole my happiness. It made me suffer and stole my life," the weak woman mumbled those words of pain between her sobs. Slowly she raised her indicating finger to something behind Eir.
Swallowing what ever heavied her throat, Eir turned to her back and saw the thick black whisk of smoke starring sharply at her. The more she looked at it the most she heard of its deafening howls. With every moment the sound intensified its frequency.
"No! Not again. Eir, save me please," Kayte pleaded to her while kneeling. She thrust almost all of her ears into the expanding holes of her sore ears.
The very unjust betiding before her made Eir vulnerable and infuriated. "Who are you? What is your purpose? Leave her now!" She yelled while taking out the circle of trident talisman from her purse.
Before she could clutch it in her palms the black fiend snaked around the distressed woman for some fractions and rose to meet her soul-less eyes. The moment it read the fear in her dead eyes, it stabbed its claws inside her chest, filling the air with scaring cries.
"Eir! Help me. Please save my soul." Those cries startled her. Gathering her courage, she took out the talisman of seven sharp carved tridents arranged around a circled rope and started reciting the hymn of resurrection.
To the divine essence of the afterlife, Keep her soul preserved and protected, May her pains and fears recede, Let her pass through the gates of hope, May the blessings prevail!
Her prayers ignited the first trident of the circle. With a new faith over the abode of mayhem, she kept reciting the lines. But the oozing blood and golden tears of the eroding soul flooded the floors. The more she saw that the most she paused between her hymns. She then closed her eyes tight and kept her prayers flow through her lips. Before she could recite the seventh, the last cycle to awaken the resurrection, a shrilling noise deafened her essence of life.
Yet, she completed the hymn that made the last trident gleam to awaken the coiled rope with a purple shine. Knotting the seven tridents that were surrounding the woman, the straightening rope invaded the wraith of dead woman to hurl out the fiend. The one seizing her purity. The moment the ropes carried the holy glints of tridents into the weak woman, every spill of blood and tears were engulfed back into her.
With a howling pain, it faded into the thin null space after leaving back a smirk of satisfaction to resonate the traces of mysterious dismay in the haze of mayhem.
Brushing through the blocked syndrome of panic attacks, Eir neared the woman who was lying down in a mission to attain eternal peace. She took her head and placed it on her lap as gently as she could. She kept reciting the hymn of resurrection while the violet beams glowed through her limbs relaxing and repairing the psychic traumas to quench her desires and longings, letting her caress a peaceful rest.
The woman who was slowly embracing her last moments of Earthly aura looked deep into the esoteric orbs of Eir.
"Your lilac eyes are so beautiful my child. I could sense tranquil breezes sanctifying my soul. Thanks for helping me in my last moments. Now I may rest in better peace, Eir." A gusty surge of helplessness and dejection pricked her inner self. Her rummaging heart pelted heavily beneath her ribs.
She failed to nurture the gift she was blessed with. She never dreamt her defiance could cost an innocuous life. Tears merged as a thwack of remorse and regret knotted her thoughts. Her insane debates subsided when she heard the woman again.
"Can you keep Arva safe until her father returns from his business?" Her unstable murmurs burdened her repenting soul. Yet, she managed to give a supportive nod.
"I couldn't thank you enough. May you be blessed." With that, the wraith of Kayte started to fade into the purple streams. The last fleck of her details was dusted into the holy streaks. When the silver glints of the sermon retreated, her heavy burning lids retired for an unconscious rest.
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Hope this is enjoyable. I loved writing this emotionally loaded chapter and it's indeed special to me. Here are some points to muse.
.Ø. How would Eir disclose her secret to her mates? If she said what she has been through, will they accept her?
.Ø. What theories run on your mind about the smokey villain?
