The Angkara Murka
Book of Pon - Borok Nan Bangsai
Wardhani kept silent. The surface of his skin rippled, he felt something was going on in the corner of the hamlet. Two young slaves bare-chested. The sweat soaked their bodies against the backdrop of the crumbling red brick archway melting almost flat to the ground. Flames also rose from the hamlet's security guard post. The citizens who get a turn tonight are scattered on the ground. They were shocked and mentally injured after watching the demons roam right before their eyes. Not to mention Wardhani's sudden power turned into an intimidating dedemit queen with both her aura and magical power.
Juned and Waluyome looked around, as if proud of their work, then walked confidently closer to Wardhani.
"A, Wardhani ... Or can we call him Raden Ayu?" juned said, one of them.
Wardhani doesn't ignore them. He was still learning and trying to translate the sense that came suddenly to touch all his senses.
Juned and Waluyo looked at each other. Then Juned came back to call Wardhani.
This time Wardhani turned to look at them. He looked at the two men sharply.
"Ah, how about telling Raden Ayu, huh this? Look ..., are we allowed to get our rewards and rewards for helping Raden Ayu?" junek.
Wardhani looked like he was thinking, but then he smiled. "Can I know what you mean? Why not say it honestly and straightforwardly?" answer Wardhani. The voice that came out from between his legit lips shook the souls of the two young men.
Ungoverned, almost simultaneously, Juned and Waluyo scratched their non-itchy heads. Waluyo weighed her crowbar iron rod uncomfortably and timidly, though it was finally the one who opened her mouth to represent her companion. "Look Raden Ayu. We were promised to get ... Ah ... Get Raden Ayu when we finish this job?"
Wardhani ogling naughty. "Oh, that's what you mean. You guys want to enjoy my body, don't you?" wardhani replied while throwing a teasing smile at him. Once again without command, the two young men nodded in unison and grinned.
Raden Ayu Ratu Dedemit Wardhani reversed course. "Follow me," he said.
Like a pair of buffalos being shoved in his nose, Juned and Waluyo followed Wardhani's departure obediently.
Wardhani stops at the end of the turn of the hamlet path. He turned and faced the two lust-hunting young men like two dogs sticking out their tongues for food.
The weak orange glow of the blaze that devoured the rest of the wooden guard posts loomed over Wardhani's dark, smooth skin.
Slowly, Wardhani's slender arm grabbed the knot of the shroud wrapped around her pair of tiny chests. A long piece of cloth fell to the ground. A weak orange flame plays a color with Wardhani's blood-red chest peak that shakes upright on the sidelines of the fog.
The two young men gulped. The jakun bulges on their necks rose and fell at will without being controlled anymore. Wardhani lets the wind caress her bare skin, including the two young men who
he looked at the queen of Dedemit hungry.
Wardhani is even enjoying this backup..
His arms then crept down to his hips, fingered and searched for the knot of the shroud that tied the cover of his lower body.
Unfortunately, the two young men did not have time to witness the peak of the main spectacle because their bodies were suddenly lifted into the air. Their necks were suffocated by invisible hands. Wardhani raised both of his arms from afar.
Beautiful view of Wardhani's lower arm arch, the, continuing down into the armpit basin and the erect-buffed chest bulge could not be enjoyed at all by the two youths who were holding his neck without knowing what to do while they started to run out of breath.
Wardhani suddenly got tired of waiting for the two young men to gasp for air like two fish thrown from his pond. So instead of being saturated, Wardhani threw both bodies that were lifted into the air far from before him.
The two bodies of the lustful young man crashed on the ground with a thud. No one really knows what happened to both of them.
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Keris Mpu Gandring castrated the demon power altogether. All supernatural beings that mill around through the magical portal of Pon Hamlet and exposed to the spark of energy from the heirloom weapon indiscriminately.
The demon boys in the shape of tuyul roll violently in panic like a group of riled ape cubs. Genderuwo, jin, even wewe gombel who had helped save Mr. Johan's son disappeared and stayed in the farthest corners of the battlefield.
Girinata is back young. All his wrinkles were attracted back, all his old diseases were scorched and all his energy and spirit was contained intact again. However, that does not mean that the wounds on his body can immediately recover. Maybe he needs to learn Rawarontek or Pancasona if he wants that kind of lightning healing skill. Although his body was injured, he did not feel it at all. What was inside of him now was a fratricid and hateful fire that burned his chest cavity seeing his broad-minded bitch wife floundering clamoring above the ground in the form of a half-fleshy half-spirit smoke plume.
Girinata may not have mastered Pancasona or Rawarontek, but he is not completely ignorant.
He looked sharply at Soemantri Soekrasana who was holding an heirloom keris. The air that suddenly changed drastically must have been caused by the power of the keris. The heirloom that Girinata suspected as a legendary kris made by Mpu Gandring was able to injure supernatural beings. That's what happened to my wife.
But, although the powerful force that shimmered blue from the blade of keris made the ghosts, jinn, and demons frightened, Girinata also noticed something else. Soemantri Soekrasana looks as strong as possible to hold the handle of the keris while holding the burst of energy that comes out from the kris.
A speck of consciousness made Girinata understand now. He looked back at Marni who was still screaming in pain covered in smoke, then looked at Soemantri Soekrasana with anger banging on the cross of his consciousness.
Girinata casts an array of spells, a black magic. His mantra is the reversal of the beautiful verses of praise to the Lord of the universe into verses of obedience and the bondage of sin.
Girinata shouted stifled. Both of his arms suddenly blackened completely, as well as his two eyeballs.
The father of Wardhani had understood from the beginning that the heirloom keris had extraordinary power in subduing all kinds of subtle creatures. But as an heirloom cursed and has taken many casualties in history, this keris absorbs the power of the user. In this case Soemantri Soekrasana is being sucked his strength because he grasps the heirloom that he seems forced to use because he has to face Marni the broad bitch who is not acting like an ordinary ghost, it is set and played by Girinata himself.
The two blackened arms of Girinata smelled foul and ominous, showing the ulcers of the ward of science itself.
Girinata roared violently overran the figure of the young shaman with both of his hands that jet-black rotten soot dilapidated ulcers stretched forward.
Soemantri Soekrasana is ready with any attack from the opponent. Keris Mpu Gandring was already clasped in the braving barking in his right hand. The Sekilan cow is also still bound by a spell. Do what must be done to the wicked depraved men, Soemantri Soekrasana thought.