The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse Limapuh Tujuh
Compared to the Sundal bolong, kuntilanak, pocong, ghosts of various types and jinn of various forms, this burning-smelling ghost looks so free, not imprisoned by any kind of power. He also communicates with words, not rattles, growls or actions performed with sudden and full interpretation like other ghosts.
"Don't be so stubborn. Are you sure you don't want to help human life? As hard as your fingers may be, the breath of an innocent human being cannot be cheaper than your pride, James," continued the ghost of the boy who in fact was the Priyam coldly.
"The ghost that has a curious soul and floats above the earth is trying to tell me which is good, which is evil?" tangent of James James. The bird feather decoration on the crown of his head rustled softly.
Priyam pointed in a direction. The trees were scattered as a tall, towering giant figure walked over. "It will help to harvest the human soul. He will also scare humans, so that it can then bind the curious soul of humans who will be killed by the youth troops of the village. Furthermore, they would wake up from the dead and become slaves to demonic-power. The choice is in your hands" Priyam said. His body disappeared, not dramatically, but swept through the air as if it had never come at all.
James took a breath. Heart tingled. Curious about what really happened, and want to solve this mystery make James James follow the game. Anyways, anyway, he cannot lie to himself that there is a splash of unwillingness when good men who do not engage in depraved and evil behavior must die to return to life and then do evil things and the damned they never did in life.
James jumped into the air and was blown off by the wind following the narrowed beams of light in the fog, following the monstrous tall supernatural.
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Julianus noticed Nurdin the security guard standing awkwardly in the middle of a residential street. He sat on the floor of his three-story house.
As a young entrepreneur, who even though he is not very green anymore because he is more than thirty-seven years old, it is understandable that he is enjoying all his success.
Julianus is still single, has no girlfriend let alone a wife. But that does not mean he is still a virgin, for that one business, there is no need to get married to release him. No need for looks or physical charm to be able to find beautiful women who are attractive to be made partners in bed. Enough to be rich, like him.
Julianus suddenly smiled to himself thinking this. The sound of explosions, fog and all the mysterious things out there did make him wonder. It's just that his own accustomed life makes him not too dizzy with all kinds of unexplained things.
He does not bother with God and religion, including all the concepts of demons, heavens and hells. He was a fool about politics and statehood. He doesn't care what happens after death. Whether there is a group of holy judges who determine the reward or punishment for it, or God himself who will step it to hell. He is not an agnostic, he is not an atheist, he is not a skeptic. Whatever people call him, he just pardon it. However, he himself admitted that he was just an indifferent and frozen man. That'sthat's all.
The enjoyment of youth and wealth made him practically a hedonist. Even if the universe folded and torn in various places, it would easily slip in its hollow cavities.
At least that's his own assumption.
Before he saw this with both eyes.
A human-like figure yet so tall with a slightly shimmering body walked around between the houses. The giant form cannot be seen.
Julianus jerked and puffed. Both of his eyes were in disbelief. Fear spread into his spinal cord. Everything he believed about who he was and how he responded to life, the world and the universe were uprooted.
He got up from his super comfortable single chair, stood up and retreated backwards.
He then closed the big curtain that shaded his big fancy glass window quickly, trying to find a logical explanation, reason or justification that what he witnessed was just a hallucination. But he failed. The scene in those few seconds was too real for a delusion.
Arriving at the top floor that was designated as an 'entertainment' floor for him and his business colleagues, he took a quick breath. He looks around. There's a small bar, a pool table, a super big television, a sofa and a bookcase.
After bracing up his courage and common sense, he rushed open a wide curtain similar to the second floor.
There's nothing. Nurdin the security guard sat down with a rifle in hand.
He was relieved, unable to explain what he had seen, but could not avoid the sense of comfort running down his neck knowing that the tall giant creature with the glowing body was not visible at all.
Julianus was suspicious again. Why is the security guard just sitting there? Shouldn't he be checking things out in front of the complex?
Damnit damnit! He was fed up with all the mysteries that had happened in the last few minutes. He will come down, and directly check the situation.
The sound of a thin harbor suddenly crept from the air into his ears.
Julianus narrowed his eyes trying to concentrate on condensing it. He knows the tone and style of the music. But due to being too thin, the sound of rhythmic tone that tends to be mastered percussive tetabuhan can not be captured intact by him.
Julianus ignored him and ran down the corner stairs, when his steps came to a halt at the sixth step.
Below, a few steps away from Julianus, the figure looked faint, more like a shadow.
The figure did not stand up straight, instead, swaying, squirming his body.
Now, after seeing the slowly forming figure, Julianus was only able to put the puzzle pieces in place: the sound of the harbor he heard faintly was the music of the accompaniment of the figure of the dancer under the corner stairs.
Julianus could not turn his face away from the figure of a dancer whose pair of breasts hung beautifully unclosed, strands of bird feathers tucked in his fingers symbolizing the wings, the, the clinking of the bells on his anklets is in harmony with the sound of the horn that is increasingly heard clearly, tempestuous.
Julianus could not see the face of the dancer. His face under the crown was adorned with bird feathers hidden in the dark, camouflaged by the mist that covered the sun.
Julianus felt his body stiff. All thoughts of his indifference were dashed. His logic and rationality evaporated joining the air.
He tried to lift his rifle.
It worked!