The Cursed Beauty (BEYNIKA) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 14: {The Goddess And The Shadows of Doubt}

Onika.

The moment that Beyoncé collapsed into my embrace, her body limp yet trembling with the force of something unseen that has he shackled, something gnawing at her very essence, I do not hesitate. I do as she told me, and I tighten my arms around her, cradling her as though she were a mortal flower caught in the tempest of divine wrath. And a way, she was, in this lifetime at least. She was faultless, she did not do anything wrong, even back then. Her only sin is her being my Fated One, my soulmate, my twin-flame, mine. My hand finds the nape of her neck, fingers pressing gently yet firmly, a tether against the pull of whatever darkness seeks to claim her.

She shudders against me once again, her breath uneven, and I found myself murmuring a spell I have weaved throughout the centuries ever slowly, a string of ancient words slipping out of my mouth as I gently placed my hand on her burning forehead, channeling the soothing energy of my powerful soothing words into her being. I closed my own eyes, as I invoked the calming energies of my mother, The Universe, Shakti, to soothe the effects of this forsaken curse that had overtaken my beloved.

"Om Mahaśakti, Mahaśakti, Mahaśakti, (Om Great Shakti, Great Shakti, Great Shakti,)
Mātṛkā, Jagadambā, Sarvaśakti (Mother, Universe, All-Powerful)

You are the womb, you are the universe, you are the body.
You are power, you are peace, you are my refuge.

Creator of your devoted daughter, destroyer of evil, remover of all sins,
Bearer of all conquests, healer of all diseases, bringer of all happiness,

My prayers shall be answered, my pleas shall be heard, and my heart shall be brought back together,

My beloved sees your light, you allow her to follow the sound of my voice, and you will her to a rest as light as a feather.
My beloved is my life, Mātṛkā (Mother),

Bring her peace, allow me to be her peace, bring her peace.

Shakti shanti, Shakti shanti, Shakti shanti. (Shakti peace, Shakti peace, Shakti peace)."

As the spell takes effect, I visualized a soft, golden light enveloping Beyoncé in its warmth, cocooning her in its wings. It was a string of ancient words weaving together in a melodic hush, as I prayed to my mother to bring peace to her soul. It was a simple incantation, one that soothes, one that grants rest. It was the least I could do due to the lack of my actual full powers in this era, a courtesy of Tantra, of course. There was nothing that was going to stop me from destroying her whole, and I mean that. This has been long overdue, and she's had it coming for the longest of times, yet I have always been lenient with her, no more. The air hums in response, a warmth settling over her form, though the unease within her still lingers, pulsing through our bond like a discordant note in a symphony meant for gods.