The Cursed Night
"No, I'm not going to do it." You scream with the full force of your despair, you will not sell your soul so cheaply.
The Spirit now strengthened with your body energy, retorts: "As you wish, mortal." Your own hands like deadly claws loom over your neck without you being able to do anything.
You can't even scream, trapped in your unnatural body, feeling like you are about to fade away.
You wake up, or at least you think you're awake in the same place but strangely you look from above as if you were flying on a dreamlike journey.
Your body rises, but it is no longer yours, a hostile entity occupies and like a twisted puppet is moving seductively towards the corpses. You refuse to look, and without thinking, you ascend beyond the clouds to the realm of the stars.
Your spirit begins to fly, ascending over the area and for the first time, you realize that your arms have been transformed into huge black corrupted wings made of malicious energy.
I am a Vulture!
The atmosphere in the traditional hut is mystically surrounded by the warming lights of the fire, as grandmother finishes telling the legend of the errant vulture spirit lady.
All the children gather watching in awe how the fingers of their grandmother tirelessly weave red-stemmed willows, creating beautiful hats for the Tomorrow Harvest festival.
Her old voice is deep but caring happy to relate the old traditions:
So, that is how the wrath God condemned her to wander around Nevada, lusting after the flesh of the corpses. Eating them forever and never being satiated. Seeing her means someone nearby is going to die soon.
One of the little ones shyly whispers a question: Why, grandma? Why Did The Wrath god condemn her? "
"There is a balance in the Universe, no mortal should defy a God. Only bad things could happen from it. Now, It's late, so it's time all of you go to your beds."
The Spirit now strengthened with your body energy, retorts: "As you wish, mortal." Your own hands like deadly claws loom over your neck without you being able to do anything.
You can't even scream, trapped in your unnatural body, feeling like you are about to fade away.
You wake up, or at least you think you're awake in the same place but strangely you look from above as if you were flying on a dreamlike journey.
Your body rises, but it is no longer yours, a hostile entity occupies and like a twisted puppet is moving seductively towards the corpses. You refuse to look, and without thinking, you ascend beyond the clouds to the realm of the stars.
Your spirit begins to fly, ascending over the area and for the first time, you realize that your arms have been transformed into huge black corrupted wings made of malicious energy.
I am a Vulture!
The atmosphere in the traditional hut is mystically surrounded by the warming lights of the fire, as grandmother finishes telling the legend of the errant vulture spirit lady.
All the children gather watching in awe how the fingers of their grandmother tirelessly weave red-stemmed willows, creating beautiful hats for the Tomorrow Harvest festival.
Her old voice is deep but caring happy to relate the old traditions:
So, that is how the wrath God condemned her to wander around Nevada, lusting after the flesh of the corpses. Eating them forever and never being satiated. Seeing her means someone nearby is going to die soon.
One of the little ones shyly whispers a question: Why, grandma? Why Did The Wrath god condemn her? "
"There is a balance in the Universe, no mortal should defy a God. Only bad things could happen from it. Now, It's late, so it's time all of you go to your beds."
