Srikandi Tanah Pasundan
The Devil's False Promise

The night was so dark, as dark as the hearts of the devils who closed their hearts, eyes and ears with the whispers of demons.

A group of people came together to settle the precipitate at night. Six people walked carefully down a small, slippery, rocky path. Every now and then the man in the last row looks back to make sure no one is following.

A torch lit up in the hand of the man who was at the very front as a guide. While the man in the middle commits kamit to recite a mantra. The man with the black strand of necklace and bracelet occasionally aimed his hands at the right and left sides of the road.

He dispels the soft people of haunted forest. Others were seen moving their lips to cast a protective spell. 

"We've arrived!" Said the front man while raising the torch in his right hand.

"Is Airlangga there?" Ask the guy with a big sideburn.

"Yes, they said we should wait for Airlangga here!" Answer the torch holder.

The six black shamans of Airlangga followers then spread around the temple unkempt and sat cross-legged in a predetermined place.

"Have you heard from Abdul?" Ask the man with the black necklace.

"It's rumored she's been murdered by that woman!" Answer another man named Karyo.

"What?! How could? Abdul is the farthest from this location, how did that woman find him?!" Excited Mbah Dul the oldest man among the six shamans.

"Let's know, maybe he's just in flames! So that woman can find him!" Karyo replied again as he prepared to close his eyes.

"Ciiih, apes?! He alone is arrogant, even though I have reminded him not to return to his area first!" Mbah Dul sneered, he glanced at Minto who had fallen silent earlier.

"Try if he's a manut, massage the same we won't apes the child!" The bridge again still stared at the silent Minto.

"Kowe ngopo Min, even nglamun?!" Mbah Dul pats Minto on the shoulder. (you why is Min, daydreaming?)

"Eh, mboten Mbah!" Minto gasped in surprise he spontaneously replied.

"Opone sing mboten?"  (What is not?)

Minto was grinning, he hesitated to answer Mbah Dul's question. 

"I ... um, can we really beat that woman? The Sari that I heard of that woman named Sari had incredible power. Even the softeners were made to bend their knees to her!"

"Hush!" Mbah Dul rebuked loudly, his eyes glancing right and left. "Ati-ati! Ojo, just talk! Nek denmas Airlangga krungu dead Kowe!" 

(Be careful! Don't talk so recklessly! If you hear Denmas Airlangga can die you!)

Minto immediately closed his mouth, he realized that Airlangga had ears where.

"Minto has a point also Mbah, the woman was in fact very difficult to kill. Just ask Mbah Wito, he who had known how the woman was!" Karyo who had closed his eyes said.

"Well how can the female wong be killed just like the Airlangga denmas. Sakti, ora mempan dipatheni!" Mbah Dul.

Mbah Wito whose name is called only mangosteen mangosteen agrees with the words Mbah Dul. 

"Wes ora, think! Now we are here to fulfill the invitation of Denmas Airlangga! Geden war will soon be kedhaden, we must be prepared to welcome the rise of Airlangga denmas!" Mbah Wito spoke up.

The six men who belonged to the group of demon worshippers looked at each other. Their arrival to Mount Arjuno was to fulfill Airlangga's invitation.

 The veiled royal gate that Airlangga built was around a pile of stone bundled in front of them.

"Met, Slamet!" Mbah Wito called his assistant, a young man with a yergopoh gopoh and a slightly lowered body approached him.

"Excite Mbah!"

"Prepare everything, quickly! Denmas Airlangga can be angry if we get too late!"

Slamet nodded, immediately putting the torch in the four corners. Taking offerings is accompanied by burning long incense sticks that are plugged into the ground. Mbah Wito is keeping an eye on Slamet making sure his job is right.

"Sampun Mbah!"

"Good, you keep watch lest anyone sleep!"

Slamet resigned, he re-joined several others who joined the group. The six black shamans compactly put their hands in front of their chest. Their mouths started chanting the opening spell of the demon gate.

The cold temperatures that bite on the slopes of Mount Arjuno feel increasingly down. The wind slowly blew even tighter, making the tongue of fire on the torch sway indeterminate. The spells uttered by the six black shamans were getting longer the more they sounded fast and echoed.

A huge whirlwind formed like a huge funnel that pierced through the sky. Deadly four torches around the temple. The six shamans continued to cast spells. Black clouds covered the originally bright sky. Before long lightning struck hard, lightning occasionally visible in a gray whirlwind.

The shaman's sixth hand trembled strongly along with the growing breadth of the wind whirlpool that was forming. The eyes of the closed shamans opened together. A reddish glow filled both of their eyes. Slowly from both hands they flowed energy into the whirlwind.

That stream of energy accelerated the wind vortex, widening it and then dissipating instantly. The light that came out of the hands and the eyes of the two black shamans dimmed.

"Met, really horrified! A serem! What are they doing?!" Asked one of the young men on Slamet who was holding hands on one of the trees.

"Open the gate!" Slamet was still reluctant to answer because the wind blew thin dust around, and made his eyes enter the dust.

Slamet did not reply, he gestured for his colleague to shut up and pay attention.

The six black shamans were seen regulating their respective energies. They are still in their position no one stands. They wait.

The whirlwind had indeed disappeared leaving thin dust flying. The black clouds that surrounded the area around the temple slowly disappeared. 

Above the temple a shadow figure appears to stand proudly. The black hair that was shredded by the waist danced in the night breeze. The six shamans changed their positions from sitting to prostrating.

"Welcome to denmas!" greet them at the same time.

The moonlight dramatically fell onto Airlangga's handsome face. He looked up and breathed the night air. 

"This is so fresh!"

Airlangga smiled widely, stretching his hands to the side. Little fangs were seen peering over from behind a smile.

"Denmas, we've come to join your army!" Said Mba Wito as the leader of the seven shamans who are now only six people left. 

Airlangga looked at the shamans one by one. He smiled cynically, "Some one of you has met him!"

"Yes denmas, Abdul was killed in the woman's hands!"

"Huh, you fool is really stupid! I told you to stay in Java. My power will only protect you if it stays in my territory!"

The six shamans did not dare to speak, they just lowered their heads. Airlangga turned to look at the group of helpers of the shamans who stood not far from a large tree.

"What are those your offerings?" 

The shamans looked at each other, and Karyo answered. "L-yes denmas!"

Airlangga laughed loudly. His hands moved as if opening a hidden veil. "Get out!"

Eve was unusually pressing on the air around. The six shamans were terrified. Airlangga can do anything including kill them easily. The other five figures walked a little strangely in the dark. The shamans were curious, with a slight look up that strange figure was beginning to be clearly seen.

The shaman's sixth eye was wide-eyed. So did the servants of Slamet's colleagues who saw from a distance. The five demons in their original form were seen grinning. Horned like a goat with a long tail, sharp claws adorn the legs and both hands.

"M-met opo kui Met!" His comrades were trembling let alone the five monstrous figures staring in their direction. (M-met what is Met!)

"Mla-mlayu gaaess!! I want to urip!" Shouted one of them, he ran quickly followed by several others.

(Run gaaess!! I still want to live!)

Seeing his prey run off the five demons immediately chased after, developing their wings and hunting. Slamet originally wanted to run after his partner but his legs seemed unable to move.

He saw clearly one by one his colleagues were finished off by the demons. They sucked blood and tore the body of the assistant shamans, eating it greedily like a starving demon.

Slamet trembled violently, he resigned as one of the demons smirked at him. Want to walk backwards but can't, let alone have to run.

"M-bok ramapurane Yo mbok! Slamet ora iso Bali omah! Slamet ...," the murmur stopped when the demon was only five feet away from him. 

(M-take I'm sorry mbok! Slamet can't go home! Arbutt ..,)

Snorting hot breath and foul smell pierced the nose of Slamet who was about to vomit because it could not stand the smell of blood rancid mixed with rotten.

"Demit kok ambune ngene men to yo!" He went back to mumbling while crying.

(wow, the devil smells like this!)

The demon seemed to understand, he snorted right in front of Slamet's face. He grinned, "I like the smell of your body!"

Slamet who closed his eyes in fear replied, "Awakku mambu mit, demit! Good ora dimaem, sepho, sisan pait!"

(my body stinks tan, demon! not good to eat, sepa, pait again!)

The devil laughed as if he knew what Slamet was saying, clutching Slamet's shoulder firmly. Then in an instant he turned into black smoke that entered Slamet's body through seven holes in his face. 

Slamet thrashed, but a second later he fell silent. Slowly his lowered head looked up, grinning with a demonic smile and completely black eyes.

The six shamans were horrified to see the ferocity of the demons. They begged Airlangga to be saved. Four demons walked up to them. Mbah Wito swiftly hugged the feet of Airlangga.

"Denmas, please! Save me!" Pintanya.

"Yes denmas, save us! Didn't you promise to protect us?!" The others pleaded with frightened faces.

Airlangga forcibly took off Mbah Wito's hand by kicking him. He left them and said,

"Since when has the devil kept his promise!"