The Angkara Murka
The Book of Pon - Gung Liwang Liwung
Soemantri Soekrasana gazed back directly at Wardhani's completely changed pair of eyes. Angkaramurka could not describe the blaze there. There are hundreds if not thousands of years of ancient desires and passions that are absorbed in the universe and tucked away in rocky mountains, dense forests - gung liwang liwung plinth, or ocean tan can be measured. The power that contains the recording of memory or orgasmic memory that penetrates the fullness in Wardhani who is already mature by itself. Not only did he open himself to accept everything, instead, he forced the dark power created from the beginning of Datuk Adam to embrace life as part of him.
The young woman's body stretched as if stung by electrical energy that could not be imagined vibration. The pair of tiny breasts trembled as they puffed up and a pair of dark-colored wings popped out from their humps. The skin of his legs peeling and changed into a pair of legs of a horse. Both of his arms turned into striped tiger claws and a snake tail whipped at the back of his body.
Soemantri Soekrasana's sharp gaze turned out to make her more riled and angry. Wardhani crazy. Black smoke appeared again in circles. Stifling ferociously as thick as anger and hatred, not only to Soemantri Soekrasana, but also possibly to the world.
Wardhani floated into the air with a single braid. The dark creatures in his body were screaming wildly like wild animals in cages, unmindful but helpless, still very dangerous as well.
"I hope you understand what to do," Soemantri Soekrasana muttered behind Chandranaya with some hesitation despite the look on her face still trying to look relaxed. He can only hope for the kuntilanak ghost who has such great power.
Chandranaya, the red kuntilanak, created from the misery, grudges and paradoxes of a wicked world, opened his mouth wide. The dark hole seemed endless, containing only nothingness. The cry of misery exploded again. It was just that this time, not only was the magical world, even the mortal world was trembling.
Rats in the squeaking fields ran from the rice fields to the moor in a messy position, uncoordinated collision. Paddy snakes squirm bend and close their bodies, no matter how much prey runs through their bodies. Bats fly unbalanced and hit the trees and tile houses residents. Panic was heard everywhere, including from the gathering place of the village elders and the family of Mr. Teacher Johan, until their two children woke up crying.
Girinata flounders with spirits and spirits attached to her body. The ghosts squeal, the genies growl, the tuyul-tuyul cover their ears and their large heads with their small hands. Demons in the form of animals and other strange creatures crawled backwards or fell silent.
Before long, pocongs, ghosts, sundel bolong-sundel bolong, wewe gombel-wewewewe gombel, kuntilanak-kuntilanak, genderuwo-genderuwo, and various types of subtle creatures with low levels and weak blurred, and, the extinguishing is lost when their astral bodies are sucked into the dimensional portal rupture that forms orange holes in the air like a fire that burns the surface of paper and can only be seen by the inner eye.
Low boisterous atmosphere. Magical Eve snatched like a wave of fire that was not only terrible, but also terrible.
Japa-mantra written Soemantri Soekrasana in hanacaraka script with his blood on the floor of the living room of the house Girinata flared even more red.
The first raven-bodied demon was uprooted from Wardhani's body and sucked into another dimensional gate. The flapping of its wings was not strong against the pull of the energy that was chaining it and dancing in the air.
Wardhani fell to the ground.
The tiger smears. His human head in the form of a woman groaned bitterly, horrified and sorrowfully as her body slipped out of its grafts. The claws clad in strands of feathers were not strong enough to trace the mortal world. The strings of red orange energy flailed and pulled him hard into one of the gaping holes in the air.
Wardhani. His saw-eye teeth disappeared, replaced by ayu's face, young and innocent full of questions.
"Sorry Wardhani, for the sake of humanity, for the sake of this hamlet and its citizens, all your actions cannot be allowed. You destroyed four sacred places that are hundreds, maybe thousands of years old, for the sake of the lust of your demons and your family," exclaimed Soemantri Soekrasana on the sidelines of a loud cry that raised the red kuntilanak. "But you're not careful, Wardhani. You steal japa-mantra to master the dedemites, but you do not realize that the japa-mantra written on the floor of your house is a substitute for the four sacred places that you destroyed, Pancajiwa restorers."
No, mas. No ...!" said Wardhani who is aware of her misfortune and who has now returned to being a naked plain young girl with a snake stealth still hugging her waist from behind. Even his giant tail twisted Wardhani's legs so that his body was still not sucked by the power of the dimensional hole.
"Yes, Wardhani. Your father, Girinata, replaced a pair of banyan trees. Your mother, Kinanti, replaced the stone monument. Sewah Dasimah replaced the wooden stump on the river bank, and your mother, Marni, replaced the red brick archway of Dusun Pon. They're the key to the otherworldly gate forever, Wardhani. There is no other way," continued Soemantri Soekrasana.
Wardhani looked up at Chandranaya who was so great and terrible. His pair of bulging eyes reddened incessantly. His pale skin printed out streaks of blue veins behind him.
Wardhani. His skin is no longer pale. He returned to being Wardhani the young girl who was ayu and innocent.
Her beautiful dark skin accentuates all the coziness of her unclosed curves of a thread. He groaned, looking full of pain at Soemantri Soekrasana. "What about me, Mas Soemantri? Help me," he said weakly. Warrior Nyi Blorong tightly embraced his body. The face of the demon was stuck next to Wardhani's face. The difference, Wardhani groans, the face of the female snake is ready to snarl the young girl.
"Enough, stop!" order Soemantri Soekrasana to the red kuntilanak. "Stop, I said! Let the girl be free. He had already earned his reward," Soemantri Soekrasana's face was now anxious to see Wardhani look so weak.
Chandranaya the red kuntilanak splits his body in two magically. The only one was suddenly in front of Soemantri Soekrasana facing him. A pair of red eyes dodged towards the young shaman, making him jerk backwards. The red Kuntilanak tried to tell Soemantri Soekrasana that nothing was done. Forget the temptation to help the blood-soaked young woman. She is not a pure, innocent, let alone a holy woman.
Soemantri Soekrasana looked towards Wardhani who was still staring at him with wounds. The girl's tears flowed down her cheeks so bitterly as her body was sucked along with the snake demon into another dimensional portal that took her somewhere, leaving the mortal world.