The Angkara Murka
The Book of Tri Deshi Chapter Six
There was an old man who came from a hamlet called Pon. His real name is not well known, but perhaps as a form of identity, he is known by the name Pon itself. However, the name Pon was not used to describe his work. So he called himself Mbah Pancang Langit.
The Sky Spill had just been revived from his death.
Previously, a woman named Wong Ayu managed to kill him by sending a dragonfly that was impossible for the old man who was the opponent. Magic dispatches in the form of a group of hundreds of bees stinging the shaman and make the sting marks drain the pus continuously until the Sky Spill Mbah vomits blood then after being tortured for a long time in such a way, dead with the body in its own pool of blood and pus.
Wong Ayu's bare feet stomped on the shaman's chest, making the body twitch and shake. Pon the Mbah Pancang Langit suddenly came back to life. His breathing was as heavy as it had just been inflicted on him. Wong Ayu let Pon roll around coughing as he sucked life again.
For a moment Pon had just seen hell. The flames whipped through every inch of land he stepped on. The sky full of brimstone poured down his body like rain.
Realizing that he is back in the world, Pon suddenly cries. Even though he had just breathed his last for less than half an hour ago, there was hell for years.
She kept crying and felt mixed feelings. His skin feels real. A throbbing blood stream passed through his layer of flesh.
Mbah Pancang Langit does not want to be a shaman anymore. He was determined to repent and get rid of all the black magic he had and the evil behavior he did. The woman in front of him had already realized how terrible the realm of death was, moreover, it was the consequence of all his actions during his time in the world.
Whether starting from when, but as far as the old man could remember, he had used his magic and shamanic abilities to gain as much physical and mental pleasure as he could. Money and wealth are not comparable to the sense of power he has gained so far. Any woman he wants will fall into the trap of his lust as easily as flicking a finger. People flocked to him begging for a little bit of his power, to do whatever they wanted. Killing the targeted person is a supreme and ultimate weapon. He has been a god and God on many occasions.
How not, lashing out at the request of others who came with grudges and suffering made him sit on the highest throne. Like a god who can grant human wishes. The pain he inflicts upon others is another form of worldly pleasure and the purest and symbolizes true and complete power.
Now, seeing the woman standing majestically before him, Pon the Sky Piling Mbah crawled up to Wong Ayu. He hugged the woman's feet, kissed her and cried, "Thank you, great woman, thank you for bringing me back to life and waking me up from all my evil deeds."
Wong Ayu looked at the shaman emotionlessly. Just as Pon looked up at him, Wong Ayu unsheathed a leash that he had kept under his long robe and slashed the shaman's head to pieces. Pon died instantly, and this time for good.
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His body felt so heavy, there were no significant injuries that made him limp, but an overwhelming sense of sadness and fear he felt now, not to mention the grudge of people waiting in the niches of his heart ready to come out at any time. The roots of the trees disturbed his steps so he fell into a rocky river. His head and body were bumped and scratched by slippery but hard river stones. The rising river water entered his nose, eyes and mouth forcefully. Makes it feel like it wants to die.
Actually he felt silly running from the people who had killed his parents. I also do not want to run anymore actually, free to bring this pain. What should he do alone? What should he do after both parents have died? He doesn't even know what happened to the bodies. Should he also be better off dying side by side with them?
But the voices, yes, those voices that make it can still survive. The voice said to stay alive with the burning tempest of vengeance, with a burning desire and lust to return with a sledgehammer and a sword. He must live and return for blood.
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Various types of ghosts, kuntilanak, sundel bolong, pocong, wewe gombel, gendruwo, tuyul or banaspati are in the outermost layer of the occult world. The deeper part there is black magic leak, kuyang, santet and teluh, immune science, compassion and pesugihan and susuk. The next layer there are creatures that managed to get out of the supernatural through humans. They use the medium of the human body by deceiving their souls. Various animal-shaped stealth or other terrible forms appear in visible form, injuring, killing and even preying on humans through the services of humans themselves.
But Wong Ayu had already come face to face with the demons and demons in person. All the filth and sin that is on earth. They are not ugly and terrible. On the contrary, the demons were a horde of perfect beings with incredible beauty, perhaps perfect. They are images of what everyone wants, dreams and desires, both overtly and far away in the dark room of their soul.
It is only because of the nature of the animate and depraved humans that manifest the power of the devil according to their original nature. The demons of the curse adjust the desire of humans to get what they want in their lives so that the demons will be able to harvest their souls to be brought together to hell.
Wong Ayu understood that. His soul floated through space and time. Swim in a sea of blood and pus, breathe air full of ash and sulfur, walk on the ground from piles of skulls and bones, and dead trees full of snakes and other flat animals. Jin and Jann took various forms; resembling beasts and monstrous creatures, the axles soared to the sky, covering the view from the rays. All are formed as facilities of crimes committed by humans. All the subtle creatures rejoice to see man bound by desire, hatred, anger, anger, lust and despair.