The Angkara Murka
The Twenty-Six Warrior Book
James designed a shirt that could cover his armpits and groin. Those parts are areas on his body that can be injured. Not only by the hot lead drizzle, even with the scratches of ordinary sharp weapons, his skin on the part without the tattoo will open and drain blood like he had tried to do before with a small experiment.
Tonight he will act. He will not hesitate to use his special abilities. Let if indeed the magic he has is only a small fragment of a larger entity called the Commander of the Bird or Pangkalima. To him, all of this was more than enough.
Now he has a purpose. And that goal is far greater than mere grudges. Indeed, it can be said that resentment, hate, anger and lust are the darkest parts of the human soul that easily manifest into something more vile and frightening. Those darkest parts were the lighters of power he had now.
Whatever it is, he doesn't care. James felt that his soul might have been stored in a special room in hell, waiting for his consciousness to enter the cursed place. But everything will break even if he can eliminate the garbage on the face of this earth. People who deprive others of their life expectancy, deprive parents of their children or vice versa, sip the favor of the destruction of nature and the environment and swim in the lake of the misery and suffering of the weak.
These are the people who will follow him to the embers of hell with his wild licking fire.
James opened the curtain slightly, peeking at a three-story building opposite the small hotel where he was staying. The vines grow wild on one side of the building and screech almost covering the walls. The grievances and stains of history that adorn the walls of the building are inversely proportional to the party in it with drug transactions that are also rife.
He was well aware that there would be dozens of lives that he was ready to take out later tonight. They must take responsibility for the crimes they have committed so far.
Patience. Thought James James. Although he will not hesitate to spill human blood tonight, there are also sweaty bodies that sway to the accompaniment of a rhythm that is not really guilty in there. They are lost souls longing for the warmth of the language in the family, the beauty of friendship and the sweetness of life. Those people are victims of the world, just like him.
After all, he was not interested in taking the lives of stupid people who were lost.
Therefore, James James will wait for the night to slowly come and disappear in the early hours. That was when he would feel the thick blood adorning both his hands.
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Soemantri Soekrasana saw an astral figure hovering on the third floor of a slum building that was one side filled with vines.
The figure was a girl in a white, gray uniform covered in blood. The girl's shoulder-length hair was tangled and stiff. His face was as pale as cotton with the eyeballs completely white as it was as if it was mounted upside down.
The woman just floated there. His feet were hanging barefoot. Blood flowed from behind her gray skirt, flowing through her thighs, calves and the tips of her big toes.
"Death was abused and drug overdose two years ago" said Wong Ayu close to Soemantri Soekrasana's ear.
The four members of Chess Angkara are now staying at a modest hotel located opposite the three-story old building and mossy and creeping plants. Behind the hotel, a large river splits with a toll bridge standing straddled above it.
The four decided to rent one large room with two beds.
This is not an easy matter for all those who have lived for years on their own. Each of them has shied away from communication relationships and interactions with others. Their privacy is so high. Now everything has to be different.
Perhaps among them, only Soemantri Soekrasana did not mind. It was not because he had good social skills and social skills, but because he could only be close to Wong Ayu. While Sarti who though also a loner, has gone through hundreds of years with various types of lifestyles. So he can adapt and adjust the situation.
The truth is, it was Wong Ayu who actually asked them to stay together, no matter how much she herself was bothered by this.
"When the female demons appear, I don't need to knock on your doors one by one" he said earlier.
Everyone just assented. What you want to say, Wong Ayu is the most powerful among all. He has a god-level power. Listening, trusting and doing his orders is a must.
So the discussion about subtle creatures, ghosts and the like is very thick between Wong Ayu and Soemantri Soekrasana.
In addition to the girl who died of overdose, both of them also saw other ghosts in this hotel. About a dozen invisible creatures do physical activities in this hotel as if they were employees. But their differences with ordinary humans were too obvious. For example, seen from their faces are mostly broken apart, irregular, so it is impossible to be recognized as the property of ordinary humans. Their bodies are also unnatural. There was a hunchback, so bent his face almost touched his feet. Some suck on the floor, creep on the wall, or walk with their heads spinning as if broken.
Another sarti again. He decided to close his inner eyes so that he was not too disturbed by all these appearances, except for the evil ghosts filled with hatred and vengeance or that other evil entities use to harm others, then their inner eyes will be opened without being asked.
Since the beginning of his life as Ratna Manggali, seeing various apparitions of terrible creatures, invisible eyes or curious souls is part of his daily life. He himself lived in a cemetery. He has been a witness to many different types of death. And, believe me, for Sarti, life is much heavier and more terrible than death itself.
Anggalarang on the other hand, can only see the creatures if the Maung wants it. It is Maung who has all the ability to interact and communicate in a supernatural way. It is itself the product of supernatural activity itself, where humans need more than the things their senses are capable of reaching. There are too many human questions and desires that cannot be accommodated by their physics and logic. Then the world was created. Satan plays with the hopes, passions and pain of the world. It is not uncommon for humans to create demons in the world, providing a way for darkness to shed light and kill it.
Be the most relaxed person among the four. He looked towards Wong Ayu and Soemantri Soekrasana who were standing side by side facing the window watching the three-story building with vines in front of them.