Chapter 8. Secrets.
Secrets of Mother Starica.
I’m more than four thousand seasons old or at least this is the age what has my secret consciousness, which I cannot ever reveal to anyone. Periodically I pretend that my death comes but I’m actually I’m a parasitic evil soul that kills the essence of its host and takes its place, impersonating my unfortunate victims. I have had many bodies throughout my life, with so many names and so many varieties that none of them defines me in the least. I just feel certain predilection for the name of S’hana, perhaps because is the name of my first flesh and the origin of my consciousness, the name that my birth mother gave me.
I can inhabit different bodies simultaneously; my names are currently Starica and Kiseb, which are the ones that belonged to the current hosts of my soul. There is a third person who shares this soul and that remains hidden fulfilling the important duty of supervising the blind mothers in some deep caves beyond the subterranean limits of the Maa-Alune known by most. These bodies were those of three poor little girls ignorant of what was going to happen, some young women who dreamed of being living goddesses worshiped for incredible beauty; retain their memories in a corner of my mind if I ever run into someone who knew them but no one dares to ask anything to a Virgin Mother, she could fulminate anybody and absolute nothing would happen as she could disguise it of divine justice. By now you have already understood that my immortality has a high price, perhaps too high: I have to kill anyone who endangers my secret because this is the basis of my survival, a kind of conceptual eternal life. If S’ladan warriors known this peculiar form of immortality they would initiate a hunt to destroy us all Neitsi, they would cause a genocide that would be the end of our race.
In the remotest past of the memories that keeps my ancestral consciousness, there was a girl of thirty seasons named S’hana who received through sexual transmission the powers of Virgin Mother and insight to have a short and stupid life of breastfeed, give birth and die leaving a beautiful corpse to be devoured by a stunned warriors and their ugly wives. The young S’hana felt very strongly that had not set foot in this world to be like those cheesy and complacent stupid girls. The evident intelligence of S’hana told her that she had reserved something else that the sentence to live the rest of her short live with a swollen womb and with a child or two hanging from their beautiful breasts. She had set herself that to be giving love lessons and false charity that she did not feel did not go with her.
But enough of talking about me in third person and begin to tell the story of the start of my consciousness as being carrier of eternal life: I began to ask many questions about everything going on Maa-Alune. In most of the questions I reached my own conclusions by watching my people and the way they act, but one of them was left unanswered: the reason why Firstten declared us the war every twenty or thirty seasons and why as booty they took a virgin girl of our race. There had to be some concrete and strong reason of why these people, who had a very advanced culture, used all this animal strength to kidnap a fragile girl with poisonous lips and allergic to salt.
I began by directing the first questions to my wife about this issue, but she was so simple, empty and superficial … I realized I had joined my vagina with a stupid that nothing else was worried about the color in which she was to put on lipstick and in nails of the feet and hands because the people around her see her beautiful. For all the Goddesses living and dead, why so exquisite packaging to save only air! I also tried to ask S’tetge, it was the brave captain of my personal escort, he was considered the wisest of S’ladan warriors, but I did not take anything, that man only complained that Firstten bastards had killed his brother in the battle of the Black Sands fifty seasons ago, because he was only an old man resentful with his ghost enemies.
Finally I concluded that the only way to find out the real reason for this course of action was to go to the same source, I should visit the enemy and ask him on his face. I had to resort to my darker arts to get volunteers willing to risk for me, using the four vectors and the teachings of the books up to limit, because what I asked was a genuine suicide mission worthy of the most daring idiots. The messenger that should be sent was charged with taking a boat previously purchased to and sail through very brave seas to meet these barbarians Firstten and make an appointment between both sides. After two attempts that ended with my heroes in the seabed, the third of the volunteers returned safely, and brought me the message of answer that both expected, that man described islands populated by very tall people with brown and yellow hair, but not in any way resembled the bloodthirsty murderers as had always spoken our foremothers. The Firstten was an ancient language still used by some of our artisans S’ladan, but with the differences caused by the logical course of time. Interestingly, the message that brought this man was written in Neitsi language, with a neat and pretty letter that could only have been written by one of us.
As directed by the message of our interlocutor we went to Cliff Castle the night agreed. I was accompanied by some soldiers and a translator who knew the Firstten language; I was accompanied by them waiting at the inlet of one of the caves that led from the sea to our underground city. From that cave you could touch easily the sea water, but as a result of my metabolic condition I didn’t to not suffer a severe intoxication that could kill me. At midnight came a boat with three men, and one of them began to speak in fluent Neitsi.
“Good night, I greet you beautiful Mother, it is always a privilege for a man of my race enjoy the vision of the most incredible creatures that inhabit this world. Let me introduce myself, your Highness, I’m Lakszi Junak, elector of Polinsular Senate. I think you will not need your warriors, we have no intention to hurt you and to be totally honest” Pointed to two men behind him, they were carrying strange weapons that seemed very lethal “These soldiers are no threat to us.”
“At least I want my translator come with me.”
“Of course” The young sailor smiled, then realized I wanted to know at all times what were saying those strange men, so tall and burly than any of our soldiers looked like a child next to them.
“Look at my eyes Lakszi Junak, I want to see what’s inside your soul” But then I realized that those light eyes were not permeable to my powers; I could not read inside his soul, there was a dark barrier that prevented it me.
“I fear that you waste your valuable time, Lady. Let me report you that your power doesn’t work to see through a blue iris, we have long been studying the customs Neitsi and their paranormal abilities. Since we are small children we are taught that science is for look for answers to what is unexplained by experimenting, cause magic it’s only the ability to manipulate others by the way of deception and the coarsest tricks. And now please jump to my arms, dear Mother. Do not be afraid, I’ll catch you” I obeyed and that young and strong man caught me with the softness of a lover. He left me gently on the deck of the boat and covered me with a soft cloth from head to toe.
“Do you know our problem with the salt?”
“Of course, please come into the cabin, inside you will find plenty of water and food which I hope is to your satisfaction” the truth is that had successful full: juices, dates, fresh vegetables … was very clear that these people knew perfectly our diet and the peculiar functioning of our delicate body.
The trip became a horrifying voyage in that wild and merciless sea. The storm that we found moved the boat like if it was a nutshell; it looked like someone tried to capsize the boat in which we sailed. My poor translator did nothing but throw up because of the rocking motion, so that the sailors had to take it to another corner of the boat for remove him from my sight because they knew that if I got dizzy too I could suffer a fatal shock. Neitsi Goddesses were not born to live in the sea or even close, salt intoxicated us and irritated our skin, sun dehydrate and burn us, any sudden movement could cause us a lethal reaction… But survived the torture of elements, and just on the second journey of travel we arrived to an island which they called Shelter. Lakszi picked me up to take me to the big house that was in the middle of the island, which was a refuge and a resting place for sailors Firstten. I had never enjoyed so close physical contact with a man and then I felt a brutal and unhealthy excitement, I wished that this foreigner did something more than catch me sweetly in his hands.
“Please let me on the floor, it’s a long way to carry me – I was really enjoying the contact, too much. I worried that Lakszi noticing.”
“Do not you suffer Lady, for me you are light as a feather. I see you are expecting offspring” He said stroking the small swelling of my belly. He must to know very well the body of the Neitsi women to notice.
Upon reaching the house Lakszi left me on the floor, we pulled into that huge house. Inside the building was a large living room or dining room where were some men and women who talked relaxed among themselves in a language I didn’t understand, surely they were sailors taking a break from that brave ocean of way to another destination.
I observed a woman, she was shorter than the rest of the audience that was in advanced stage of pregnancy, but at that moment invited me to enter through a door as he opened it. We descended a narrow staircase and Lakszi opened another door.
“In this room you will find anything you need to enjoy a relaxing bath, majestic Goddess, so you can you get rid of the salt that so irritates your skin, the white towel that you will find on the bench by the right of the pond is for you.”
I whopped resolutely and needed a moment to inspect this room: it seemed an artificial cave dug into the rock, in the center of this great room was a round hole full of clear bubbling water. I approached timidly to that pond, there was a sort of polished stone bench under water to sit … I undressed, I released my hair and went slowly into the warm and bubbly water.
Beside the pond had placed a small tray with a bar of soap and a sponge, I began to rub all over my body to take away the salt that was inflicting on me an awful stinging, or maybe it was not all because of the salt? I immersed myself in that round pond, I was so much better; I got relaxed, the tickle of bubbles made me laugh, with that I ended up forgetting that desire for the stranger that in addition was physically impracticable because it would be mortal. Long I stood there and thinking about the refinement showed by that allegedly wild people, there was something inside me that was telling me that people who did all these wonders could not be a band of barbarians as we were led to believe for so long.
I finally left the pond, yet I didn’t want to dry myself because I needed to keep feeling a bit more the sense of the fresh air on my wet skin. Suddenly, the door opened and entered the pregnant woman I have seen before, she was about my height and if it were not for her golden hair could have sworn she was a Neitsi.
“Is everything to your liking, Lady?” She approached me and picked up the towel to put over me to cover my nakedness “My name is Majka.”
“Bothers you to see a woman naked, Majka?”
“On the contrary Lady, you have a beautiful body and gives me great joy to see how to start to grow your white belly and, why not say it? It excites me. But a man could enter and is not appropriate that a warrior Firstten see naked a Virgin Mother” It was very clear that this woman was a Neitsi, her submission to the sovereignty of the Goddesses said it, these honey colored eyes confirmed it and was certified by that almost erotic complicity with another woman. Majka was a young woman but above the age at which Neitsi women die in Maa-Alune.
“Oh yes, Mother, really I am a Neitsi. Women of my island dye my hair to make me look like a Firstten, and when I’m not pregnant I wear heels to go unnoticed among them.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m forty-three seasons, in my womb I have who will be my eighth child.”
“Do you have eight children? We die on the third or fourth parturition!”
“That’s why we’ve made you come, dear S’hana, women of this tribe died at first birth because they and we are born sick due to a so small animal referred to as bacteria. Firstten sages discovered that bacteria cause this disease and this disease can be cured, but these people need us so that our bodies process their miracle drug. And in fact we are the cure for all the woman, our deadly poison becomes the cure that is mixed with the milk that flows from our breasts.”
“Do you mean that we could live longer? Could be give birth all the children we wanted without having to die? How long lives a Neitsi in these conditions?”
“My predecessors in the post of Healer Mother have lived long enough to enjoy their grandchildren and look white hair of old age” Old age, the concept was new to me, only S’ladan lived long enough to grow old in Maa-Alune.
“Are you the cure of these people?” That so pretty woman had the key of a long life and she was willing to share it with me.
“I can be your cure too, if you will, of course, S’hana” After to discover herself as Healing Mother of her people that woman began to treat me as her equal, in other circumstances she would have earned a very severe punishment for her pretentious insolence but now we play in her field. The woman opened her blouse discovering her full breasts … small round tits unmistakably Neitsi, fertile as her pregnant belly.
“Please S’hana, suck my right breast until it was empty but leave the left for the little prince who will open his eyes at dawn” I obeyed her, that milk had a special flavor, which had nothing to do with I could have ever tasted, very different from what I had tasted of other women but it was too very sweet and flowed with a generous abundance that satiated my need.
The beneficial effects of this miraculous milk were felt quickly…the damn innate fever with which we were born Neitsi women began to disappear gradually, there was no pain in any part of my body, nor congestion cloud my senses, I felt an ecstasy that seemed something of witchcraft. My body was filled with a feeling of euphoric happiness whose origin I didn’t know. It was a stage that could be described as a kind of inebriation, a feeling of being floating peacefully in a lake of warm aromatic clear water; I thought maybe Majka had drugged me to discover my secret, a kind of espionage by chemical means. But no, that fantastic woman did not have our wickedness; if I looked through her exquisite honey colored eyes could see that maternal love that she felt for all the creatures that surrounded her. Majka had come into the world to love everyone and redeem us from our sins, to dry our tears and heal our wounds with his goodness. The woman was the true Supreme Mother, the most mother of all mothers, she did it was really a goddess. I instinctively leaned my head on her welcoming chest to hear the beating of that great heart and she covered me with her soft mantle, for a moment I felt protected by a loving mother.
After a while, the Healing Mother gave me a long kiss on the lips and then motioned to accompany her, she led me to a chamber where there was a bed and my things perfectly deposited on a stone bench.
“Tonight you must rest, sweetie. Tomorrow, after childbirth, my husband will come looking for you and you will negotiate the terms.”
“All in good time, lovey; now you have to sleep. In your dreams you’ll find answers to your questions. The truth is within you.”
On leaving the room, the woman closed the door behind her gently, I dropped the towel on the stone bench that were in that chamber and got into the bed as I was really exhausted. Then I started a walk in a dream world, where dreams and revelations crossed in that kind of catharsis that was probably caused by the sweet milk of that attractive Healing Mother, where hundreds of spirits stroking my hair and cheeks and led me by blossomed path. Then came the turning point where the inner truths of my heart and my soul I were unveiled, I saw myself introducing my soul in other virgins and erasing those of the unfortunate owners of the bodies. With such a broad vision of my own reality that gave me that magic milk found that the true superiority of the Virgin Mothers was that their soul was eternal but was cloistered in a mortal body. That revelation puzzled me, which meant that the soul of any Neitsi virgin could become a parasite capable to annihilate the essence of her host and replace it in a metamorphosis that could be repeated for thousands of seasons. I could also see that my consciousness could be spread between different bodies, which would make me a murderer being that could parasitize all virgins Neitsi I wanted allowing me to be in several places at once and die only partially if circumstances demanded it. I also discovered that, even though I was healed by milk, poison would not become the cure of my sisters; such process did not work on women who had been fertilized by lesbian union, metamorphosis occurred only in the virgins who gave their chastity to a men while lasted the Firstten antigen’s effects and not in the ones that sucked directly from a Healing Mother as I had done.
A second revelation was shown to me, surely it must be what was the midwife transferred me through her breast, it was the kidnapping of that woman. I could live clearly as if I was seeing it with my own eyes: a so pretty teen Majka who was coming up by force into a boat from one of the caves of Cliff Castle, I could feel as I were myself when men who had kidnapped her were undressing her from the waist down in bad manners and were touching her with desire. I witnessed how they were injecting the famous antigen in her belly, and how subsequently they left, with her part girls exposed, confined within the cabins on board. The dream continued; I could feel the terror that came over that poor girl, later one of the men returned to the cabin and tried to lay her on the ground to finish the work, opening her legs…end exiting of nowhere a young Lakszi Junak started to blow that man until he threw him out the cabin. Finally, in a loving way, covered her with a blanket and sat her on a chair.
“While I am here, no one will do anything you do not want” And kissed her on the cheek… that followed a joint tender, a shared love… a strange feeling for a Virgin Mother who has never known a man, an imaginary penetration made me squeal like if it were real, a miracle impossible for me but at that time was experiencing safely for all was pure fantasy, was the revelation of a reality that was not mine.
After this latest revelation I no longer sensed any image, so I assumed that had run out of milk healing effects. Finally I got the warm darkness of sleep until I was awakened by cries of the accoucheuse, I rushed in get dressed to not miss the miracle that nature gave us. I arrived just as the child of Majka came out, who was a huge baby compared to those who give birth the Neitsi or S’ladan women in Maa-Alune. As soon as the midwife had cleaned the child, put him in his mother’s arms; she was crying of emotion or perhaps for the birth pains. I felt the urgent need to breastfeed that child as a peculiarity of the Neitsi was that milk flowed from our breasts as soon we were fertilized without waiting delivery, a faculty highly appreciated by S’ladan and that made our race was devoted to nurse as many babies as possible.
“Beautiful Majka, you let me the privilege of being the first to nurse your child? I have full breasts and emptying them by hand bothers me.”
“Of course, your sweet milk of goddess will make stronger and braver. Sorry I cannot be for you, but the midwives have to rebuild the small blight that has made my cherub – women cleaned the wound in the accoucheuse and got rid of the whole bloodstained clothes revealing a spectacular Neitsi body.”
“You have an amazing body to be an old woman.”
“Coming from you is a nice compliment, thank you.”
I uncovered my right breast and the creature began to suck, I began to mourn so excited, it was as if I was making a small contribution to bringing that life to light. Just then Lakszi beckoned me; it was time to negotiate deal points, marking the rules for a lasting peace. We went upstairs, I still was carrying the baby hooked to the breast from which sucked greedily. Once we were upstairs, we entered a large room where no one else was.
“You may say what you want, noble Lakszi.”
“Our people need a Healing Mother roughly every seven horbitts, in time we will need a substitute for my Majka, so that her belly and her punished breasts can rest. Hers is an exhausting fulltime task and my beautiful wife deserves a break.”
“Then I offer you one thing.”
“I listen intently, Mother.”
“When you have the need of a young virgin Neitsi, let arrive a message to any of S’ladan artisans with whom you make secretly business. The appointed day a fertile virgin will be waiting to be picked up by a boat with a man of your family. If possible, this man will be a teenager conceived during the voyage back to your island.”
“Is that it? Is that all? Is it so simple?”
“Of course it should be clear that the raids to Maa-Alune to capture women, looting, rape, murder are over… I must to ask one more thing, Lakszi.”
“The young man who comes to take the virgin shall be called Junak or Lakszi.”
“It will be done, beautiful Mother, we will comply with the letter all that is said in this room. The word of a man of honor must be fulfilled.”
“Now seal up the deal with a kiss on the lips as a sign of trust and submission on your part” I put him in a difficult position because the man had to trust that I won’t kill him with the poison of my mouth. But Lakszi wasn’t afraid at any moment, I felt his tender lips, almost loving, which lead me to desire hard to describe. If that kiss would had been elongated I felt much better, but I understand it was biologically impossible.
“Beautiful Mother, do we have a deal?”
“We’ve got it, dashing Lakszi.”
“Well now please give me my son, I can’t wait to hold him” Said Lakszi.
The secret fear to Pulxer.
It had been more than four thousand seasons from that trip to Shelter Island and since then I have not told anyone the secret I discovered. After the time that has passed I still have trouble defining myself as a single person as having three bodies that simultaneously shares a soul. My way of life was the closest thing to live forever, and the three bodies that housed my essence loved and wanted each other. For needs of the position I’ve never revealed to my Neitsi daughters that they could be healed if I wanted to and much less that I hide a Virgin Mother that watches the young women who are the true mothers of most girls who move through the groundwater city.
While my body Starica was with K’ntic, my body Kiseb was with Pulxer, the beautiful and dangerously powerful Pulxer. This girl was waiting for me sitting on the stone bench of my chamber as ordered.
“Pulxer, would you like your sister die?” I was asking questions while walking in circles around her, a few questions that would be very similar to what Starica would be doing at that moment to her sister.
“Of course not, she is my life, my love, is the blood flowing through my veins and the air that fills my lungs. I’d never allow anything bad happen to her.”
“So, why do you sentence to death her with your horrible sin? Your lustful obsession with your sister leads you to the edge of the abyss.”
“It was my fault, she did not want to do it and she turned me away from her. I confess I wish madly K’ntic, to taste the honey of her lips, feel the warmth of her skin…”
“Stop Pulxer, it is a gesture that honors her and dishonors you” I pointed her with my finger with accusing position.
“Please do not kill my sister…kill me, I’m the sinner, I’m evil, I’m the vicious. I do not want my unhealthy love represents her last breath. I beg you, Mother Kiseb, I will present voluntarily to the kiss of death if you let K’ntic live.”
“Today you are lucky, your Virgin Mothers have decided that will not die neither of the two sisters, but you won’t come to see each other ever.”
“You said never?” Her eyes filled with tears, that dark desire of her womb defiled her soul to a degree that also scandalize the erotic goddesses like us – I’ll never see my love again?
“Tomorrow will come and pick you up a committee K’tmenü, Queen Ba’hn is dead; you will be the new queen of warriors hermaphrodites.”
“Will I be Queen?” She asked in surprise.
“You will be a breeding Neitsi at the Androgynous King of Läkande’s service, and you should give him pleasure and children until your body will be just dead flesh. It’s your only chance and of your sister.”
Thus the circle was closed, with the vicious Pulxer in the pierced mountains of Läkande and the kind K’ntic in Firstten islands, the risk of a lesbian union that could jeopardize my power over S’ladan was canceled and when the time came the silly I’ve just chosen as Applicant will become the new host of my soul … it was too dangerous to let Pulxer keep her powers, her skill were beyond ours and would ultimately destroying us if she found out our secret.
The secret of lover troubadour of Mother Kiseb.
There are impossible loves, forbidden loves and then mine that it is doubly forbidden and impossible for its physical complications. Everyone thinks it’s my lackey, but this man is everything to me, is the only difference between me and my body Starica. I had a few days as Virgin Mother when I had to act as judge in an S’ladan martial court; the defendant was a young man about my age who was facing a charge of cowardice and desertion. I was surprised his impressive stature, looking more like a Firstten than an S’ladan, though his eyes were brown; that explained the bias of the prosecution and the rigor demanded.
“Come with me young man” I looked into his eyes and I saw no evil within his soul. I did get him into a room adjoining the court between the looks of surprise of the accusers S’ladan and started asking questions whose answers already knew.
“Why are you accused, young S’ladan?”
“They accuse me of cowardice and desertion, my Goddess.”
“Why? We are not at war from a long time ago.”
“I didn’t present to recruitment of militia, I don’t want to be soldier, and I do not want to kill anybody or climb the giant tree.”
“The giant tree?” I looked at his inner self that it was much clearer than the words of that boy not older than twenty nine or thirty seasons, I could see that it was causing a terrible fear getting on the only tree in town. The giant tree was a colossus vegetal of the height of over a hundred men and its roots reached to the deepest gallery of our city, It has been supporting for hundreds of seasons the heat hellish summer and extreme cold of our winter, girls foragers climbed it and so got their fruit varied and abundant, was one of the pillars for our own survival.
“I don’t want to kill myself falling from that damned tree, would be a stupid form to die, with my height and weight I can’t move among these branches.”
“Would you prefer a death sentence?”
“Here I have an opportunity to defend me of the charges levied on me. I have my reasons for not wanting to be a soldier and I have a right to expose them before being executed. And if after what I say my sentence is to die, so be it.”
“Why do you think that I have brought you into this chamber?”
“Do you want to kill me?” His tone was terribly impertinent like his gaze, just the opposite of what one might say of a coward.
“It’s not a bad idea, but not. I feel curiosity to know more about you, why you’re taller than any of us?”
“I do not know Lady, my father is a humble craftsman and my mother was a tireless collector, we’re S’ladan for many generations” It was obvious he was lying like a rascal, was known that many artisans who ran out of money prostituted their wives to get tools and materials of Firstten origin to continue working. This young man was a mestizo; he probably would be mestizos’ son. Not only had the line of the nose typical of S’ladan, which could be a source of mockery in Maa-Alune because it was considered that men who haven’t the nose line were effeminate.
“What do you do?”
“I am a poet and troubadour, I sing to the beautiful women like you and my voice goes into them as the seed of a lover to make them reach ecstasy. My verses would fill your chest and your belly filling of desire that cave where men get lost, exotic goddess” As he said those words got on my back and began to touch me everywhere.
“That’s an insult, I could make you kill just for half of all crap that you said me; the fact represents the death penalty by castration and disembowelment.”
“I’d prefer that you kill me with your sweet poison, one kiss at a time vital and lethal, pleasant and painful, a love that kills, a love that gives eternal life” His words were more powerful than the drug of my back.
“Stop, poet, you are cajoling me to not go to the gallows.”
“Better drowned by a goddess than by a rope, I want to die listening to your heart beat and tasting the poison from your orange lips.”
“I’ve ordered you to stop, you will not die today but that does not mean that tomorrow will not kill you on a whim” But I could not fool him because that boy’s words excited me and my breathing became a series of uncontrolled moans.
I fell in love with this young man because his words reached the bottom of my soul and awakened an indomitable desire; but unfortunately we both knew that it there could not be union because sexual contact between a man and a Virgin Mother caused such a toxic reaction that death was inevitable and brutally painful. Our physical contact would be limited to caresses and mild kisses not to poison him with my fluids. Had just one question, would my alter ego fall also in love fall for him? Will Starica and I the same person in this feeling too? Will get Starica breathless in his presence as I am right now?
“What’s your name, young man?”
“Pydin, Lady, but you can call me whatever you want, my name loses its importance when I am desired by a goddess like you.”
“Who says I desire you, boy? Just feel curiosity about your strange nature, because you are an amazing creature, perhaps to be studied scientifically by sages of Maa-Alune. You’re fine as a girl but you swear loving me that I’m a supreme woman; I am the most female among women, which does not need a man to sire girls.”
“Your body tells me you wish me, Lady. Your cheeks redden because you know I tell the truth and your moans attest to the pleasure that produces you feel rubbing of my hands on your moist belly.”
“Do you know that there can be no sexual contact between us? Our union would be deadly, the mix of your semen and my vaginal fluids would become venom more potent than of desert viper one, death would be as painful as if the part where we would join got burnt.”
“I would let me kill if you ask for it; I’d endure the most inhuman pain just for the privilege of making love to you and exhale my last breath taking your honey.”
“But I would die and I want to live longer, so quite short is Neitsi’s life to dead in a way so crazy without being able to enjoy the union of our spirits.”
“Well, I am content to singing for your love and die with you when the moment of truth comes.”
“And I want you to sing for the unspeakable love of both.”
I kissed his lips, gently, without reaching any physical, ensuring that my poison did not touch my beloved, watching my perfume does not make him mad and tried to do what kill us both, containing lust that was trying to arise from my belly and lead me to death next to this paladin.
“I love you Kiseb. You are my suns, my moons and my stars. Your eyes are the fire warms me in the days of cold and your voice the ocean waves that cool me on hot days.”
“Pydin I love you … but this should be a secret between us. You will be my gallant troubadour and sensitive poet, and that of my beautiful wife… you will sing us love songs and you will make clever verses, and you shall love her as you say as much as you say you love me, be our true spiritual lover. And” I took a dagger “with this sheet you will defend me from my enemies.”
“All for my goddess, but I’ll love you a little more.”
“For your love, Pydin, I betrayed myself and so one day I will have to pay a high price, in the cruelest way imaginable.”
“I’ll pay for you, dear Kiseb.”
“Then we will pay both, I had a vision that where will die together.”
Although my beloved wife Starica instantly knew, said nothing as she also benefits from the love of my Pydin. Through our empathy she also feels his tenderness through me and we get jealous from each other when it comes to share our man. In one way or another, Pydin loves us both but he ignores that our body duality is linked to a mental unit, in a way he sees us as we are: two versions of a single person. When that effeminate paladin touches Starica I also shudder with her feeling his hands on my body too, in the same way that happens to her when it’s my turn. Sometimes is too hard to set the physical limits of passion with our lover, to control the poison of my mouth to not kill him, to avoid penetration that fatally killed us… damn hopeless love corseted by disabilities. Now that we are pregnant again he looks after us as if it were a loving husband and I always hope that he takes care more of me and he strokes me a little more, I can’t avoid to be selfish even if it is myself.
The four books.
What every young maiden Neitsi must know before aspiring to the position of Virgin Mother is the domain of the use of their innate abilities as a goddess. With this objective, these phenomenal creatures have been compiling all their knowledge and treasuring it for thousands of seasons the so called Four Secret Books: the Book of the Unnatural, the Book of Empathy, the Book of the Dictatorship of the Will and the Book of Transfiguration. These books are what help to enhance the four vectors of the inner strength of the Neitsi: Love, Anger, Wisdom and Patience.
The Four Books of which we speak are very obscure texts, tremendously damn volumes that are hidden in the deepest part of the library of the Goddesses, totally out of reach of S’ladan. The scriptures who jealously guard the women of this amazing race describe the terrible powers that very few people have been able to witness and that virtually no known Neitsi has been able to learn to use them in full being practices that that deplete the physical capacity of these so fragile women.
Each of the exotic Virgin Neitsi is educated in the skills of combining the poles of good and evil according to her ability to manipulate the four vectors, where the paradigm is that the only ethical basis plausible is what Virgin Mother orders at every moment and that this ethic varies on whim of these despotic goddesses depending on their mood. Neitsi girls study at a very young age these books and learn the arts that best suit to their capacity because although they are so similar physically the complex personalities of each vary incredibly.
A Neitsi Virgin learns to kill terribly young, only needs to know the basic concepts of the book of the Unnatural where are all ways to dose toxic substances emerging from her body. For contact or by air, they can kill or torture to death all who she wants to take as a victim just playing with her body fluids. This book also talks about the power of raising the dead, a practice prohibited and punishable by Mortal Torture, a ritual dismemberment in which the condemned is kept alive until there remains only half of her body.
The Book of Empathy is a text that gives the necessary instructions to help to merge the bodies and souls of two people through the exchange of their fluids and their feelings. In the case of Virgin Mothers the circle closes reaching the most wonderful act that nature has gifted to virgins Neitsi: lesbian contact fertilization, in which the two women who do it become pregnant simultaneously while sharing their consciousness and wisdom. The vaginal junction is only allowed to the women chosen to become Virgin Mother by their predecessors and it’s the only way to bring more girls Neitsi to the world, because these creatures are the result of the greatest love that can be found throughout the universe as the Neitsi are few women capable of loving to the ecstasy of death. Despite this exclusivity of having lesbian unions among the chosen to become Virgin Mothers, when the population of children Neitsi younger of twenty seasons is under the fifty individuals are chosen a few girls to have lesbian relationships to ensure the number of survival of the race. This carnal and spiritual union does not break the hymen and thus retain their immaculate virginity, but the large amount of poison that generates this kind of relationship prevents further penetration of a penis because it would cause the death by toxic shock of the virgin and the man who did it. There are rumors that there is a third Virgin Mother hidden in the unexplored galleries of Maa-Alune, a secret virgin that hides girls who give birth to more girls Neitsi, despite these rumors S’ladan scans by the deepest galleries have not yielded any results.
Inside this book you can also find precise and detailed instructions of the process by which they can see the most hidden inside people by scanning through their iris. Interestingly this quality does not work if the person observed has blue eyes as it seems that it is a color that causes opacity in the clairvoyance of the Virgin due to an incompatibility of wavelengths. This power could be offset by the application of Spiritual Liberation, which is to move the spirit to another place so it cannot be examined by another Neitsi.
One of the most feared powers is the dictatorship of the Will, which is the hypnotic ability of a Virgin Neitsi to control chemically the minds of the people around her through a powerful toxin that expel to air with invisible glands in her back. These glands are evident only to the touch and disappear the first time they get pregnant from a man, as the process of fertilization through heterosexual way deprives Neitsi of all their powers in a metamorphosis that converts sugar poison. A Virgin Neitsi of high level can cause the suicide of her victim just by uncovering or even cause fatal toxic shock if necessary. This dreaded Neitsi virgins ability is the reason for the existence of a popular saying among S’ladan that says “best dressed virgin than naked witch” referring to those secrets that it is better not to reveal because it can cause a disaster.
The Transfiguration is undoubtedly one of the most difficult dark arts that can master a Virgin Neitsi well trained. This difficult skill is to transform physically to get another look temporarily or permanently. In fact, the sacred lesbian union of two Neitsi Virgins is a process which makes a partial transfiguration on their femininities on an unconscious way, vulvas of the two lovers are transformed temporarily to share their vital essences and thus become pregnant simultaneously. Only the most powerful Virgins have managed to transfigure themselves or other persons completely. It is even rumored the case of a young woman who became man to join a S’ladan collector, as often happens with these stories is a rumor impossible to prove because there is no reliable census of virgins or any written testimony that this rumor is true. They can also transfigure others if necessary to the point of being able to get to change the gender and race of a fetus in the womb…
The secret of mestiza girl.
I had the misfortune of witnessing the heinous murder of the beautiful Janda at the hands of that wild beast named Kopile, on a day that should have been of joy for everyone. It was the journey on which the small Väike saw her first light, the extraordinary baby who would change the last stage of my life. I was attending at the birth of Janda together with other reproductive mother, while her owner husband and his S’ladan wife were carefully watching what we were doing. Janda was the sweetest and most good creature that I had ever met. My friend was more goddess than reproductive mother, but I do not mean like a perverse and terrible goddess as Mother Starica or Kiseb, but as the focus of humanity and tender love completely out of reach of any mortal who was.
It was probably as a reward for this goodness that miraculously made to survive her fourth birth and still had courage to get pregnant of a fifth creature to please that damned Kopile, a bastard that bought her to Souyon, wife of the jailed Sakelt. She was the older reproductive with me, because we were born the same journey as a result of the love between the Virgin Mothers that gave us birth, and had never known a stronger Neitsi, at no time she cried nor mourns and you must know that we are terribly sensitive to pain. But Janda was not like us, her angelic face smiled me while she pushed me and stretcher her hand to pat us. I saw the head out…
“Already comes Janda, it’s…”
“What happens, G’vrou? What’s wrong?” Janda asked
“Nothing Janda it’s a beautiful baby” I hid the girl all I could and took her to the sink to wash and cover her quickly so that Kopile didn’t see her. Under the Neitsi Virgin Mothers ideology that birth was an offense to her divinity, a serious transgression of the writings of the Four Books. They would accuse Janda of black magic and would execute her together with her husband/master.
“Let me see my little boy” Kopile told me “Do I need to tell you that is my son?”
“First the mother” I replied “She is who has carried this child in her womb; you only have fun with her for a while.”
“Wait a moment, is this I see orange lips?” That man was pulling of the blanket which covered the baby, of undoubtedly Neitsi appearance.
“No, you just think, Kopile. Sometimes you may see extraneous details because the straining of the childbirth, but you’ll see immediately that he is a normal boy” I fought every effort to avoid the inevitable.
“Give me the child, witch” Kopile punched me in the face to take me the baby off and made me fall to the ground, the pain made me mourn while my lips bled.
“This baby is a girl. Janda, what have you done? How could you give birth to a girl?” Kopile projected his anger at Janda “You’re a fucking slut, you’ve done it.”
“I… I have given you only a creature” said Janda with nasal voice of whom is about to mourn “I sacrificed my life to magnify your family. It’s a Miracle!”
“The witch has cursed us!” S’ladan woman shouted “Kill the bitch! Paunch her and get and get out of here before Starica arrives.”
“The Virgin Mothers will punish us for your sin!” Kopile dropped the girl in my arms and drew his dagger, it became clear what was going to do “I have to kill to redress this iniquity and then I flee into the wilderness.”
“Kopile, no!” But my screams did not stop this man, He thrust his dagger into the chest Janda, who fell trying to escape the stretcher. Kopile disappeared with his wife.
I did not know what to do; if that girl arrived to Mother’s Starica hands surely she would die. I was still half stunned by the blow to the face but I ran out of the gallery with the little one in my arms, I did not stop until I got to my cave. I did not know how Suprug would react, he still cried for the death of his wife S’ladan. But my decision was made, that child would be my daughter with approval or not.
“Suprug, my love, I have to tell you something.”
“And this newborn, G’vrou? Where did she come from?”
“She is the neonate daughter of Janda, Kopile has killed her as soon she gave birth and fled. She will be the sister of our children.”
“Let me see, is a delicate gem Neitsi. Will pass as one of us, do not suffer beautiful Grevinna of honey-colored eyes, to this part of town and no one comes ever and even came someone only would see an S’ladan girl.”
“I want to call her Väike, that in ancient language means -the one who will be eternally loved -” I knew that the girl was destined to do great things in the future and therefore she would be loved by those who were around her.
“Well Väike shall her be name… and she will be our daughter” And since then Väike became one of us.
Chapter 9. The long shadow of the murderer.
Annex text file No. 16138/11, last explanations of the inmate executed Käosulo Encasen.
I’m sincerely thrilled with this detail that have had my executioners to let me write a letter to whom it may concern, surely this letter will become the documentation that the wise men of your country will use to study criminal behavior in all its essence, they will use it as an element to find a scientific explanation for the anomaly I represent according your strict moral schemes. But I think all efforts wasted for these people are in vain, I’m a normal person who has had to live in abnormal circumstances.
Those who think themselves wise say that to explain a story you must start by the beginning, but I humbly think this categorical statement is nonsense, for my part I think is much better than me explain the fragments most defining of my personality so that you yourselves may attain your own conclusions. Before I explain my story I want to describe how I will end, but you could understand that most of what I say is second hand information for obvious reasons then I guess that once I do go through the process of hanging is enough. I’m a prisoner in a correctional facility of Polinsular Senate located on the Isle of the Damned, a bloody part of the world where always snows and is cold, and forests are dark and spooky; it seems that the air of the North keep it cold despite the hellish summer affecting the rest of islands of your so beloved “Confederation”. My cell is two gams wide and three gams long and it is my last room because at dawn they will hang me in the highest tree of the whole island, but with this cold trees do not grow much and my executioners will have a hard work to not break the branch before my neck. I will be the eleventh executed this ending horbitt, it means that has been a fairly prolific horbitt to the executioners, who are officials who charge per inmate executed and therefore they present us with an exquisite treatment until they have to comply with the court’s order.
Perhaps you are wondering what has been the horrible crime that I committed to deserve this death sentence, which has done a crazed mob demanded my immediate execution, all in good time my friends. First of all I will explain how they caught me, as an artist of the murder of my caliber screwed like a fool, trapped by his own arrogance. It all started a beautiful night, clear and starry as I decided to go for a walk, after I had just finished reducing the head of my last playmate, a very sympathetic fisherman from the islands Reken who didn’t know that he was my catch. As usual on my walks, I took my knife of playing because the most interesting prey appeared in the least expected moment and I must to be aware. I was determined to find a victim worthy of being in my trophy case, a head worthy of the attention of an artist of death as me.
I have not yet told my jahta was moored at Shelter Island; a popular place of welcome for all sailors where it was a huge house, that day was inaccessible because it was the famous Lakszi Junak and his beautiful wife of race Neitsi (a miniature doll-faced woman). There were rumors that were gathered with a Virgin Mother Neitsi, a poisonous evil witch with dark powers, able to kill with a kiss. There was too much movement on the island, so I decided to go back to my jahta since the presence of witnesses would truncate the success of my hunting. The next day a gift fell from the sky, mid-morning came to dock a spectacular Neitsi escorted by a huge warrior got into the jahta docked at the next mooring. I pulled back my sharp blade curved knife, I already had a very special playmate, and maybe I could make her a valuable collaborator if I could persuade her. In a stealth maneuver I jumped to neighboring boat, there was nobody on deck, perfect. I dominated because the warrior could only exit through a door which I had controlled from my position. I waited until the cabin door opened, bang, bang, two fast movements of my knife, that unfortunate not even had time to defend himself, another master movement of the Beheader.
While the collateral victim fell down the stairs, I got in two jumps to the jahta’s kitchen, right in front of that beauty.
“Hey honey, do not even think uncover your back, I just want to play a little with you” My knife moved down her face, without to hurt her because my pulse.
“I like your knife” Replied the Neitsi in S’ladan language without even blinking “is it ceramic?”
“I’ve made myself, it’s a very sharp tool, and it could separate your skin from flesh with a very smooth movement… almost without causing you pain.”
“What’s your name? I want to know the name of the person who will kill me or I’ll have to kill to save my life. I see you speak, from what I gather you’re a Firstten Shadowlands Islands.”
“I am Käosulo, but I want to make clear that our meeting does not have to end in death……you haven’t told your name, beautiful Neitsi.”
“S’hana, I’m Virgin Mother of Maa-Alune. I have the title of Supreme Woman amongst woman, which is desired by all the creatures of the universe. My beauty captivates anyone, even you, soulless murderer, I’m watching as your body quivers with the simple movement of my hips “was true, only the certainty of a certain death stopped me to possess that extraordinarily beautiful female.
“We could make a good team; with your poison I may increase the weight of my trophy case. We would be a couple highly lethal.”
“Do you really believe I would go with a defective murderer being able to live like a goddess? Do you think maybe I prefer having to hide and risk of dying stupidly intoxicated by the salt of the sea instead of being adored by my people?”
“You could live longer than any of your unhealthy Neitsi sisters. You wouldn’t get pregnant anymore because you and I can’t father children, because your vagina is more poisonous for me thank your orange mouth, which would prevent you to die for the women’s disease.”
“I have a baby in my belly, what future awaited her at your side?”
“She could magnify the legacy I want to share with you. The Decapitator myth could last many generations, tens of horbitts of endless frightening legends, a race of murderers who would terrorize the Firstten of all the islands of the Confederation.”
“She would become a cruel killer of innocents. No thanks, I will not join your game; the fruit of my womb will be born to the glory of Maa-Alune and not to serve a disturbed murderer.”
“I think you’ve decided your fate. I assure you that it’s a pity, I really did not want your head as a trophy, at least not yet.”
But this time I was defeated by what looked like a fragile young woman, a small Neitsi gracefully pretty like a doll and appetizing as a ripe fruit that in a quick motion bit my hand and with her venom knocked me instantly. Upon awakening, I was inside the hold of a ship that would take me to the Pelerine Islands to be judged. Fearing that I fled I was watched by two well armed men with ferocious aspect. After a while I had an illustrious visit:
“Well, look what the cat dragged us!” My expression was sardonic and nothing respectful toward sacred Lakszi Junak, a young adored by Firstten for his bravery, husband of a Healing Mother. He is the undisputed hero among our race and the legendary savior of the country.
“I’m not for jokes. What is your name?”
“I already told your poisonous friend, I’m Käosulo.”
“I want your full name!”
“Are you from Shadowlands Islands?”
“Indeed, mine is a very common name in my country.”
“We found this in your jahta.” I immediately recognized the box. He showed me its content “you’re a fucking monster!”
“This is mine; you had no right to search my stuff. Is not it because the right to privacy one of the most sacred rules?”
“We found this box with fourteen heads ably reduced, and with the man you killed today are fifteen counts of murder. That deprives you of any rights you could imagine you have, piece of shit! I can assure you will be hanged soon, the story of witnesses will horrify any jury that has to give your verdict.”
“I think I was given a very appropriate nickname, but did you not imagine what I did with the heads of the corpses you found?”
“They talked about the Beheader everywhere, in the end your victims find the justice that they deserve and the inhabitants of our islands will sleep peacefully.”
“Sleep quiet until arrives one like me…or worse.”
Firstten which come from Shadowlands Islands, a small archipelago protected from the dog days of yellow sun by the heavenly band, have brown eyes or green instead of blue predominant of Firstten from the islands of the North. Although we are considered of the same race, the Northern Firstten have always treated us s second class citizens because we share our living space with a small S’ladan colony with which we are very close in culture and language. Without any doubt, this is the origin of the myth the Beheader, since the end of the day I am a humble fisherman who lost his entire family in the invasion of our island at the hands of the Insular Confederation troops. Those Northern invaders said us that it was a war to liberate us, to destroy our despotic king and establish a democratic government. But I’m afraid it was an excuse to bring people to islands where winter and summer are benign seasons that don’t kill people. Their democracy imposed by force stole my wife and my two daughters, what the fuck helps me your pathetic democracy? This has been my particular fight against you, I killed fifteen of you and now you will hang the hunted hunter, is this really justice?
The Ghost Town, a new home for Käosulo.
After my executioners hanged should have been arrived my end, to have simply disappeared, nothing but death was the beginning of my punishment. I woke up in a place mentioned by my grandma my grandmother in her tales; I had always thought it was a stupid legend to frighten children. That place was a town in ruins under the ground, a hole caused by a collapse of the galleries of an underground city adjacent to Maa-Alune, separated from it by so immense volcanoes that left no see the sky. It seemed to be the sunset, but maybe that lighting had nothing to do with my concept of day or night. I did not understand what had happened, my parents hadn’t educated me to believe that existed a life after death but I realized terrified that I had become a ghost. I did not know how much time had passed since my execution on the Isle of the Damned, a journey, a horbitt, a million horbitts?, now never mind, I have to pay my toll for a break that maybe never comes.
To begin, I tried to check what was human in me: I looked at my hands; they were a brilliant reflection of what had once been; now they were two transparent and incorporeal silhouettes, totally unable to take anything from the ground or touching any object. Then I tried to touch me myself and I did not feel anything, nada nothing at all. Then I felt an exasperating sensation, I painfully noted the failure to be more than an ethereal fluid floating in the air, the distant memory of a before beautiful body that which no longer exist for anyone. I looked around; I noticed that there were figures that shone like the part I saw of my “body”, creatures completely naked as I was. None of those souls paid attention to me, they were figures that moved indolent without speaking to each other, the truth is that not even looked to each other. There could not be a prize, so I quickly sensed that I was actually exiled to this place to pay for my crimes and the ghosts I could see were what were left of heinous criminals like me.
I approached one of these shinny figures, it was a stunning hermaphrodite K’tmenü with face and body of a woman but with some masculine attributes. Not sure if that creature spoke my language or not even be able to talk because there was no flesh to support a voice. When I start talking I saw that face looked at me, his or her face was exotically attractive that looked like the moon Stora and Etela stars. Although it was shorter than me, those curves endowed that hermaphrodite with grandeur difficult to define in a scale understandable for a Firstten, a perfection broken by the presence of a presumably small male appendance that seemed out of place on that sculptural body.
“Excuse me, can you understand me?” I asked without more response than an expression of misunderstanding to my words.
“And do you understand me in this language?” I remembered that K’tmenü spoke a language similar to the S’ladan, a language in which I spoke since my childhood with my small neighbors of Shadowlands Islands.
“Now, I find so strange a Firstten speaking an S’ladan dialect.”
“”In the island from which I come, S’ladan and Firstten races live together in perfect harmony. We prefer them to our Northern stupid brothers, because they do not just see us as real Firstten.”
“I sense that you are another sociopathic misfit who has fallen into the Ghost Town for committing a string of crimes, what damage did you because when you were alive?”
“Not that much, I killed fifteen people and had a box where I kept their shrunken heads. I could not reduce his head to my playmate as I was caught because of a tiny girl with very bad temper.”
“You’re right, what you did is nothing compared to what I carry on my back. When I was a warrior I plundered Gelann burning the houses with their inhabitants inside, I enjoyed cutting his throat to hundreds of men, women and children, even I drank the blood of my enemies to feel stronger and made them eat the entrails of my victims to people who remained alive.”
“In that case, you deserve to be here more than me.”
“If you analyze it is not such a terrible punishment, exile in this hole is an opportunity to amend the outrages done in life” replied the K’tmenü getting interesting. “Who has enough patience can get out of here. You only have to find a way to repair the damage done. ”
“What do you mean? Our stay here is temporary?”
“Only for those who repent and do something for Humanity” The words of that creature trying to be solemn, but that ghostly voice gave him/her a creepy accent.
“Who says so? Is there some kind of almighty God to tell us what we have to do?” I asked eager to get out of that hole.
“Not at all, here in this town there is nothing supernatural rather than the souls of the damned their crimes do not exist gods nor Balts Kirkia gardens or the dreaded Zvonilak Forge.”
“So how do you know?” I suspected that the K’tmenü was trying to fool me, that creature was hiding something.
“I counted over nine hundred seasons since I got here, I talked to other spirits as we do now and have come to the conclusion that when we recognize the pain we have caused begins the way to our final rest.”
“You mean if I show regret it will end all?” My words of skepticism perhaps sounded more insolent than I expected “Sorry if I not believe it.”
“I understand your disbelief, appreciated Firstten, but I’m sure with time you’ll agree me and find your eternal rest. It will take days, seasons or millions of seasons, but I’m convinced that it’ll eventually come a time in which you will sincerely regret of your sins and you will discover for yourself what to do to repair the damage you’ve done to your fellows. I’ve seen it hundreds of times and you’ll see during the next seasons.”
“Are you sorry about you’ve done?”
“I’ve just started, but it is a long process that requires much time and willpower.”
“It is very clear that time is one thing we have left over here.”
“And it becomes eternal” Replied the K’tmenü “A journey can last a season and a season one life … be prepared for a long wait.”