The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Five
The Wisesa, Enjang and Dana kings stand rigidly watching the far too shocking events before them. For if not, Gugum's shattered body was thrown easily before them, torn to shreds like a mere lump of meaningless flesh.
"Continue!! On diem all!" snapped King Wisesa crushing stiffness. The leader's call resuscitated two of his bodyguards. The two men instantly wielded a machete, a commando knife and a revolver.
The creature is still there. Half human, half animal. His body was covered in white fur. Especially on his face, the white feathers were stained with the blood of Gugum scattered from his mouth to his hair. The creature does not stand on two legs, but four, including both hands that are long so that they resemble the front legs, while the hind legs are still visible once belonging to a human, he said, only with a larger and more sturdy shape.
The blood of the three people who came out of the SUV seemed to freeze. However, even without being ruled again, his adrenaline and defensive instincts broke down. Enjang opened fire blindly emptying his gun towards the creature that roared like a tiger. The six hot lead mimes were fired. However, Enjang's index finger continued to press the trigger even though there was no misting from his gun and his body was already sprawled in the middle of the paved road. Blood gushed from his injured neck gaping like water from a leaking pipe. The creature had previously been crashing at a speed that could not be measured and reasoned. Either the speed exceeds the Enjang shot, or Enjang itself does not succeed in hitting the target.
On the other hand, Dana himself still had time to slash his machete up to three times before his hand was broken by the claw of the terrible creature. He was also lying on the asphalt, screaming like a possessed person. His blood continued to flow nonstop as he rolled on the ground. Unseen results or traces of Dana's cleaver. Does the attack mean anything?
Braja Wisesa saw clearly in front of his eyes Dana died until then did not move at all. It's likely that Dana died of untold pain and blood loss. And so, only he himself looked at the real terror that was walking with the four limbs slowly towards him. It feels like the life of the Wisesa King is already on the surface of the crown. The creature that is now starting to look more clearly because the streetlights turned out to be shaped like a white tiger but with a strange posture where the human form is still obtained. Moreover, the figure was seen still wearing pants and a torn shirt in various parts.
King Wisesa will not forget the face of the white tiger so-called events. His two eyes were full of vengeance, his mouth full of fangs, sharp teeth and blood was slowly saying something with a hoarse voice and mixed with a slight growl, "You still remember me, Om? I'll make sure you die slowly."
A flash of memories shimmered in the brain of Braja Wisesa. All this time he was reawakened to the enjoyment of young boys. To him, they were his foremost favorite and undeniable. Not just a hobby, his behavior is part of his life and his breath. He recalled that countless times he teased and trapped boys under fifteen. The younger the boy the more King Wisesa pleased.
The greatness of memory seemed to force the Wisesa King to look at the incident better. The picture was crammed into his brain. Many years ago, three eleven-year-old boys were brought by Braja Wisesa to shops and minimarkets. They bought food and drink and clothes, a powerful weapon to attract prey to devour the bait. The Wisesa king then took them to a hotel, for a short break, he said. What kind of children do not like this kind of luxury. Especially when invited are children who are below the poverty line who have never seen and touched the soft mattress of a hotel with air conditioning that makes them curl frozen but excited.
Before long, in fact, the three boys were successfully drugged and taken to his private home. For more than a month the King of Wisesa sexually assaulted them. Not only did he harass and abuse the three boys, the Wisesa King also beat them if they did not do as he commanded. He still remembered the delicious taste that flowed in his veins, on the surface of his lips, on his palms and at the base of his two thighs.
When ******* of the violence he did was increasing and to the peak, two children finally died because they were no longer able to face and accept all forms of abominations beyond normal human reason.
There was only one child who managed to escape by pretending to be willing to obey and become the 'lover' of the om. With a heavy heart, seeing his two friends dying, he sacrificed himself to become the lecherous fodder of the Raja Wisesa. This brave boy asked to be taken to the bedroom of King Wisesa so that he could rest comfortably, not in this warehouse or secret room. He asked to be privileged if indeed King Wisesa wanted to enjoy it well.
The Wisesa King recalled on one occasion, the boy escaped from the window at night and managed to get away into the forest before everyone at the Wisesa King's house realized that the boy had left.
The white tiger kept his promise. The king of Wisesa whom he called 'Om' had to shout like a madman when his body was torn apart and his face was chewed to formless. He was left in a dying state when the cars stopped to see this state. He soon breathed his last breath.
The white tiger demon that was actually Anggalarang slowly felt the creature inside him laughing with satisfaction. Anggalarang watched with his tiger eyes, the bodies were scattered with nothing else, torn apart and torn like useless sheets of meat. The blood graced the streets and splashed in all directions. The darkness of the night could not hide the fishy smell of blood like rust floating in the air.
"What have you done?" ask Anggalarang to the creature that dwells in his body and has taken over its function and consciousness.
Contrary to his shock and shock, laughter was heard from Anggalarang's own mouth, "Didn't you do it yourself? There is no us, nor am I. I was you. Don't look for justification. It's been a long time since you've allowed me to take over your body. I hope you don't forget that, Anggalarang. You enjoyed it anyway, didn't you?" the voice came out of his mouth.
“You kill people!” anggalarang Jerit.
“You kill people!” reply the tiger exclaimed mockingly by imitating the words of Anggalarang.
“You kill people again!” yelled Anggalarang more strongly full of annoyance.
“You kill people again!” the white tiger demon. “You killed another man, Anggalarang! Those claws are your claws. That fang is your fang.” This time the tiger added more words, stressing that what had happened was actually the result of Anggalarang's own will. “Do not crybaby, Anggalarang. You've wanted this to happen for years. For too long you've been suffering and shaped by a vengeful blob that wants to erupt like a boil. Now, the boil has broken. You should be relieved,” continued the tiger. “You should thank me for chewing on the face of King Wisesa!”
Anggalarang want to protest when naturally his body is still in the form of a tiger so the event stiffened. The white feathers on the nape and his face stood bristling. Suddenly there was another voice inside his head that was present urging in other than the voice of the white tiger creature. Even the white tiger creature who had just chuckled mockingly was now suddenly silent and could not say anything, taking a close look. In those strange moments, neither Anggalarang nor the white tiger continued their debate.
The magical voice was so strong and forcing that Anggalarang seemed to be locked. The voice was like a flashing beacon and calling out to him. Not only physically, even the heart and mind of Anggalarang seemed to feel that the bewitching voice was an invitation that must be accepted.
Anggalarang as a white tiger stealth sniffed the air and immediately jumped his stealth body leaving the area to go running eastward. One key word he heard repeatedly filling his head cavity was 'Obong'. His body was churning fast, running with four legs tucked between the darkness of the night.