The Angkara Murka
The Twenty Four Verse Warrior Book
The skulls of the village elders smashed upwards. They dug up the ground from below with those fleshless thin fingers until their heads popped to the surface.
Bandi standing. He laughed, free. His head looked up, threatening the sky that was flaunting its lightning, threatening the universe.
He turned around, this time facing the expanse of the area by the river filled with puffs of smoke, flames and miserable cries. Soon this place will be his. All things that breathe or not, that walk on the ground and float in the air will be subject to his command and power.
Behind the figure of Bandi, the ghosts of Mariban roared. Ten decorated skulls of grave ground crept out. All now serve the human child.
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"You think we're going to face a force like we faced together?" ask Anggalarang to Wong Ayu. They had just exited the airport complex and were chartering an online taxi.
Anggalarang walked quickly to Wong Ayu when Sarti was explaining the general situation about the new island of Borneo from this to Soemantri Soekrasana who did not experience it.
There are questions that always tickle the heart of Anggalarang. Sometimes the Maung tried to explain to him in a meaningful roar and growl, about how the signal of the female demon always tempted him to come out of hiding, tearing the host's body to fight the creature.
Wong Ayu looked at Anggalarang, "I hope not, Anggalarang. I really hope not to behead anyone else again" retorted Wong Ayu.
Anggalarang smiled, "You're sure this is Wong Ayu speaking? The poor Durga sakti crosses the seantoro Nusantara, whose feet are on the bridge between the earth and the afterlife? Who's in charge of delivering the lives of lewd shamans to the region of eternal fire?"
Wong Ayu looked back at her new friend, "Not you yourself ..," Anggalarang raised her index finger to cut off Wong Ayu's speech.
"It's not me, Wong Ayu. It was the Maung who did it," Anggalarang said with a sly smile.
"You're just looking for justification. You're a little involved, Anggalarang. Maung sniffed your past and your revenge, then he reacted," retorted Wong Ayu.
Laughing, "So, you mean we're the same?"
Wong Ayu threw away her face, smiling. He knew that Anggalarang was joking. These four members of the Angkara Chess are people who wallow in blood, no exception. But since the events of the other day in the villages of Kaliabang, Pancasona, and Pajuritan, there is a conscience in their subconscious that screams to be heard.
They want to live better, do better, and be better people.
Anggalarang and Wong Ayu smiled. Both find it amusing that such desire is far from possible.
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To pass through the island must cross the sea, which is no longer the territory of Nyi Blorong and his henchmen, demons and demons. But Affandi has understood where the direction of life is given again to him. Nothing is free, nothing is free.
Affandi laughed even more when he realized it.
The devil asks for help to build an alliance with other humans who are also controlled by other types of demons. Humans are just pieces of their chess game.
But he doesn't mind. He enjoys it sweet and fragrant too. Power and strength were now flowing in his veins. He took all the respect, all the obedience, all the privileges that he had not really felt before.
Maybe now he is still a slave. He was made an errand boy of dark forces who played in the fate and destiny of man. But in time, he will turn things around. He would probably release greed from within his cupped soul.
But that's later, after he plays his part. After the apparent strength of the demons has limitations because it requires itself to carry out their wishes, it is clear where the weaknesses are.
"Hamba. The servant will carry out the wishes of the princess with all body and soul and full of awareness. But do not dare to be presumptuous, if allowed, I would like to ask one request to the princess," Affandi said when Nyi Blorong once again met him, slipping into his dream.
"I know what you want, my son," said the queen. His golden green snake body was squiggly on the sidelines of the rock. The waves broke the beach, the sky was moody, and the cold sea breeze cut through the skin.
"do it. Supports you. Besides, you have what you need. You are free to do whatever you want. After you have finished your business, immediately go across the ocean to do my will" the queen added. His majestic body disappeared along with the ferocious waves.
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Marsudi lay in a room inside a special police custody hospital. Contrary to the situation before, kanuragan science, incantations or whatever is no longer useful. His body was now merely a sack of flesh and blood, meaningless, without power.
Annual practice and devotion to black magic and immunity end with this weak body. Everything feels free, all the sacrifices are nothing but pure. Even Marsudi did not feel the need to bother to eat, drink and try to recover, all the activities of laymen of which he is now a part.
A nurse pushed into the food and medicine shelves. Marsudi looked for a moment at his arrival. He took a breath. It was so boring to lie still. In the past, getting hurt was a pleasure. He always managed to cross death to return to life, no matter how much pain in his body. But this time, being helpless was a real hell for him. Every inch of his body screamed. Damn, he can't fight it, not like before. He could not succeed in pain and death.
The nurse must have taken medicines, checked her body, broken bones, bruises or open wounds that never healed.
There was no extra guard in Marsudi's room. He may be one of the chief kingpins thugs who is quite influential. But, the entire hospital is criminals, prisoners, not public hospitals let alone special witness protection for example. So keeping Marsudi's room is not a priority for law enforcement.
Marsudi had never seen the nurse. Usually, the male nurse who gives him care and food is only two people taking turns, and both are squeaky and walk by dragging their feet, probably lazy to take care of him.
But this new nurse has a body that moves nimble and full of confidence.
Marsudi actually did not care at all who came to give him medicine until he slowly realized why he seemed to know the body portion and stature of the nurse who opened his medical mask.