THE BALKAN MOUNTAINS, BULGARIA: 1703 AD
Bratislav Aćimović looked out the window to see that despite his servant Ivanović’s early warning he still hadn’t gotten out on time. Now the villagers were already gathered in front of his castle, yelling for his blood while attempting to break down his heavy door. How dare they repay his good deeds with insolence and betrayal? Most importantly, how had Bojan found him after all these years? And what had he told the villagers that got their hackles up? All these were his thoughts as he limped quickly towards his study and to where The Book of the Забрањена мистици [Forbidden Mystics] was hidden.
Bratislav Aćimović looked out the window to see that despite his servant Ivanović’s early warning he still hadn’t gotten out on time. Now the villagers were already gathered in front of his castle, yelling for his blood while attempting to break down his heavy door. How dare they repay his good deeds with insolence and betrayal? Most importantly, how had Bojan found him after all these years? And what had he told the villagers that got their hackles up? All these were his thoughts as he limped quickly towards his study and to where The Book of the Забрањена мистици [Forbidden Mystics] was hidden.
Many years past, back at his home in Tara Moldovei, Bratislav had been a promising apprentice under the tutelage of his mentor, the great alchemist Bojan Aleksijević when the Book of the Забрањена мистици which had been lost for centuries was rediscovered. From the moment Bratislav set sight on it, he knew he had never craved for something so much in his life like the way he craved the book, so one night he broke into his mentors study, stole the book and ran away.
The Book of the Забрањена мистици possessed unimaginable powers and was said to eventually bring the vilest of lucks to those who read from it. It was so powerful that if used inappropriately, it could spell doom for the wielder and Bratislav’s mangled and scarred body bore testament to the results of his dabbling with things beyond human comprehension. It was also said that the powerful secrets the book possessed were so seductive that everyone who had read from it never let it go and had eventually walked on the path of self destruction.
To Bratislav’s credit, no one had lived this long dabbling with the book’s mysteries, and as he got to his study a feeling of regret blanketed him because it was just when he had began to make headway in his understanding of the mysteries enveloping the safe passage through planes by way of a portal that Bojan found him.
But what terrified him most was that he was being forced to use the dangerous and tricky incantation he hadn’t perfected to escape.
The Book of the Забрањена мистици wasn’t known to be explicit with its instruction. So the complex incantations for travelling between and through planes must be recited in the right sequence before the silver like doorway portal would open. But that was just one side to the complex spell because you also needed to master the ways around the maze the portal takes you through, else you end up in the wrong place or worse.
But at the moment Bratislav didn’t have time because he could hear the sound of rushing feet in the castle, an indication that his door had finally been breached so he opened the book and began to recite the incantation that would open the portal.
Twenty minutes later, profusely sweating and still battling to get the incantation right, the villagers arrived at the door of his study and began to break the door down.
And just when Bratislav thought all was lost, he felt the slight tinge at the tip of the fingers thats usually associated with the use of strong magik right before the air in front of him shimmered to reveal a silvery and misty doorway. Relieved and triumphant, Bratislav took a deep breath before he quickly limped with the book in hand into the mist and thus his salvation.
Icy cold air fervently whipped at his skin as he suddenly found himself at the entrance of a dark temple covered in smoke and mist. At the top of the temple, a strange trapezoid sign closed by a horizontal line at the top and surmounted in the middle by a circle was inscribed on the wall and Bratislav’s first thought was that he had transported himself to the end of the world. But the persistent icy cold and razor like wind that was laying siege to his body temporarily dispelled those thoughts as he hurried for the comfort of the temple.
He pushed the temples door open and found the temple filled with men. But his relief was short lived for it was quickly replaced with shock at the sight that beheld him. As opposed to his very light complexion, every man here was dark skinned and heavily built. Their heads were clean shaven, they were stark naked save for a piece of loin clothe covering their chests and they moved about their business like there was nothing wrong with the unabashed display of their huge genitalia’s.
After the initial shock wore off, he attempted to talk to them but he was completely ignored as they moved about with lifeless eyes that stayed fixed and faraway. Furthermore he noticed that they all walked with a slouch and that they all seemed to move around like they were only going through a motion.
While still trying to ponder the mystery he found himself in, they all abruptly stopped in their tracks, cocked their heads at an angle and stared into space like they were listening to an instruction before they all turned towards him, acknowledging him for the first time with their unseeing eyes.
THE TEMPLE OF TANIT: THE CITY OF CARTHAGE, TUNIS. 203 BC
He suddenly woke up to the insistent chanting of Tanit before he realised that he was now naked and suspended midair in trapezoid shaped chamber. He was horizontally held by his hands and feet by two pulley like device with a heavily built man standing beside each one.
There was a raging hot pot of water boiling a little distance away and gathered around him were the silent and seemingly lifeless men that attacked him earlier. This time they weren’t alone, for an equal number of dark complexioned women who were dressed like some sort of priestess were also present.
While he pondered his present predicaments and plausible escape, the scariest and largest woman he had every had the misfortune of meeting entered the chamber and the other women’s chanting intensified. She was a towering monstrosity with very sharp and long fingernails that bore a resemblance to claws. She also had an abnormally oversized and flaccid set of mammary glands and deformed feet that had an uncanny resemblence to those of a predatory bird. At this point he knew something was about to happen because as the monstrosity began to chant a whole litany of words towards Tanit, a kind of spiritual frenzy hit everyone and a sexual orgy begun.
Then as if on cue, the men standing beside the pulleys he was tied to began to unwind the pulleys simultaneously.
He let out the most heart wrenching scream as every joint in his deformed body began to snap like dried twigs in autumn. But his screams only sent them into a deeper frenzy as the most obscene sexual shenanigans enfolded before him. Despite the abject pain he was experiencing, he shamelessly still managed an erection and when the monstrosity he already began to tag as a Head priestess of some sort saw it, she walked over and began to scrutinize his erect genitalia with predatory awe before she whispered an incantation, pried his mouth open and cut out his tongue. He was still gurgling in pain when she whispered another set of incantation then ripped out his heart with her bare hand.
SEVERAL DAYS LATER:
Within the deep recess of the temple, in her private chambers, the high priestess moaned and crooned in pleasure as her oversized and flaccid breasts were being suckled on while fingers stroked her labia and clitoris.
His oily, light and scarred body gleamed like the morning sun. He was also naked save for a piece of loin clothe that covered the gaping hole in the left section of his chest and as he eagerly suckled on her mammary glands like a new born babe, she stroked his shaven head in pleasure and told him that the ritual had made him for Tanit and thereby hers to do as she wishes. Then she roughly shoved him to the floor, shifted her monstrous size to enable her straddle his already large and erect genitalia, before she began to vigorously ride him.
Deeper within the recess of the temple The Book of the Забрањена мистици lay in a box filled with odd assortments, patiently waiting for its next victim. It would lay there gathering dust for a century, a millennial or it may never be found again but patiently it waits because it feeds of our human weakness for power. It waits to corrupt anything that reads from it, it waits to destroy anything that dreams of it.
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