[Samael]
I finally reluctantly let go– I do not know what I expected handing my frail psyche fully to the Bagmen. An encompassing black void of no exit; No discernable entrance. This is where I belonged? The darkness? Husk of flesh conjugated by my putrid and unwelcome spiritual yang? I found no solace in the expanse as small toddler-like entities began grasping me in; Only cascading streams of vitriol and dark viscera wriggling to become free onto this mortal plain in my consciousness. I reasoned with myself warily that all was at least calm in this gehenna until—
The Bagman's Shriekingly cracking voice rang out, shattering any allusion of senses I had.
“Limen balenn nan – o an n rele lwa yo. [Light the candle – oh let’s call the lwa.]
Sonnen ason an – rele Papa Legba. [Shake the rattle – call Papa Legba.]
Nan kafou a, o nou angaje. [At the crossroad, oh we’re in trouble.]
Papa Legba – louvri baryè pou lwa yo. [Papa Legba – open the gate for the lwa]”
Legba? There is no reason for him to notice me. I should be–
“SAMAEL? SAMAEL? WHERE ARE YOU SAM?”
A siren-like poisonous voice of acrid nature whipped up the masses of wrigging emaciated terrifyingly tiny ebony arms; Latching themselves to every quivering square inch of my flesh. Unhallowed spotlights of darkness made waves in the squishy piles around me; suffocating every angle of my body as I franticly attempted to rip myself free to no avail.
“Where are you Sam? Who are you Sam? *cackles* Why you hidin’ now? You like to talk all that shit when you're in control…where’s ya burnin sage now??”
I yelped, feeling the void shift with increasing atmospheres of pressure. The agonizing weight of a million stampeding hippopotami. This immense space had crushed to the size of a meager fixed point. The feeling, epochs in length gave way to yet another horror. Two lumbering rippling entities swept me into a tornado of perpetual motion and wriggling eviscerated infant body parts. Only yoked together by the feeling of torment, dread, and soul-numbing pain. My attempts to scream were drowned out by my lack of vocal cords; only gurgling huffs of gore escaped my trembling lips.
My pulsating skull caved in and reshaped as tiny hands ripped my flesh away, continuously bashing me with ebony tiny disjointed balled fists. Is this limbo? Was this where you go and no one finds you, how had The Bagmand and Papa Legba–mere figments of illusion and dark magic, actually been tangible?!
I do not know how long I was callously picked apart by their tiny nails and wriggling veins whipping me with every ripping motion. Joyous shrieks harken me to kindergarten letting out of school, ranging through my bones. There was nothing here but torment–was this hell?
“Sam; Sam, Sam: Son of God and brother Antichrist” Even though my ears had been ripped off and tiny arms drilled their way in and out of my hearing orifices, I still heard the mocking call like a specter blue jay song marred in malice. The small child-like voices now mimic the booming and thunderous voice of Legba. “I do not intend to torture you, Brother Samael– You simply have spent too much time trapped between the two idiots…”
With one swift motion of his vibrating hand; Legba’s long and knife-like fingers shredded past my eyes and into my amygdala. The effort was painless this time–the soft squelching of my brain almost serene in the void as my final pain receptors were stripped from my weak body.
“See? Its not so bad—now listen. Bagman will help you survive the night on one condition.”
The sickly deep bass sent currents of tenors in this macabre orchestra of ungulating blackness and bodies.
“ I only agree because I HATE that petulant hoodoo Yates used to break the deal i had with him”
“Silence! You will use the root; your “twin” Milo will have it and be waiting for you, and get close to this ‘Richards’”
“ I dont think he can respond ‘egb, looks like the Lost Ones done did a wonder on his frail lil human body…”
“The gates are closing take care ‘slanderer’”
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The horrifying searing pain that followed made me vomit as I regained consciousness among a pile of bodies.
I was in the sacrifice room–There were no survivors but me. At least a dozen practitioners of the depraved elder sacrifice lay mangled at my feet. My bloody hands were shaking and encrusted with brain matter.
My eyes fell on an average-looking man around 34. His bloody head was turned 180 degrees facing his now external jutting shoulder blades.
There's no way i did this…No human being can slaughter a room full of people and suffer nothing. I stood wobbling at the corner of the room taking in the blood bath with hushed breath.
“ are you just gonna stand there and wait for the cops?” The Bagman's voice nearly made me void my bowels on the already disgusting scene.
I silently trudged through the bodies like sloshing through an iced martini; Ice cubes of dead human parts made this an unsavory drink for the pallet but.
I said before it I entered. No one would stop me…even if you can't choose what happens when you play with devils.
[Milo]
The night air was thick with moisture, the kind that made your clothes stick to your skin as if the swamp itself was reaching out to cling to you. I was panting, each breath a mix of relief and terror, the weight of the ear-shaped root—the gnarled piece of wood the size of my fist—dug into my pocket like a fucking stone anchor.
Shade trotted beside me, his heavy breaths matching my own. I had begun to really love this little godamn Cebrus even though I'm pretty sure it could kill me any second.
The mansion, with its shiny windows and sprawling hedged arms, seemed to recede into the past with each step we took away. I had what we came for and Sam probably gave up-- and that bag-headed creep-nasty freak *shudders*
I had to get away and put as much distance between me and that... thing on the roof as fucking possible. I hopped over the small fence as the black Doberdane followed suit.
The road was a dark ribbon in the night, it looked like some sort of blackout had taken the power down. I bolted out of the maze and onto the pavement, the gun a heavy memory in my hand of the scumbag I gave a lead hat.
My beady eyes darted left and right, I'm not getting caught out in the open again; my neck ached like a bitch and my throat felt like I had rocks in it swirling a sink strainer.
That's when I heard it—a rumble in the darkness, growing louder...the sound of an engine!
Headlights cut through the foggy and dark night, and in that split second,
I realized too late; I'm a complete fucking moron.
are these real people does this make sense? I was in the middle of the goddamn road. "SHiIiIiIiIIiT!" I tried to jump back, but it was like my feet were stuck in quicksand. The world slowed down, and I could see the look of shock on the driver's face, i think a woman, her brown eyes wide with horror.
Then--- Everything went white.
I don't know if it was my near-death gas run-in...
The lack of food and water...
Being T-boned by a sedan...you get it.
maybe honestly, the fact i hadn't slept on a real bed in nearly 5 years but My eyes fluttered awake to the beautiful and sweet smell of something--not putrid.
everything i looked at blasted my eyes with fucking deluges of godamn light and migraine.
"Hey...Im sorry i didn't take you to the hospital--you kept threatening to jump out the car..." My piss-poor eyes finally adjusted to the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen; holding an ice pack to my swollen forehead, Gorgeous brown eyes, Beautiful radiant smile, and long brown curly hair that she was completely fucking rocking even though she looks like she nearly killed someone--oh yeah right.
"Well maybe don't text and drive...and you wont cream strangers on their nightly jogs" I felt my heart begin to pang as her face contorted with guilt. She leaned back thoughtfully; allowing some space between me and her while holding the ice pack gently to my temple. "Im sorry--Im really happy you are okay." Her voice was soft like she was comfortable but she led the conversation with her easing tone.
"You seem like you're not from the garden district--I know you're probably holding out because you don't have insurance but..." her brown eyes darted away from mine as she pushed back a few adorable strands of curly brown hair behind her ear. "I'll pay your-"
Alright alright calm down lady, i don't need charity. Ill have you know 88% of these bruises and scrapes are not from you're little people thumper-bumper you got" I knew I was blowing it but my swelling brain bleed took all my power to not fall over and die; I assume that's less meet-cute than being a dick.
surprisingly she let out a small chuckle that I wish I owned a phone just to hear it again "You're just a little rough around the edges huh? Well, no Mr comedy--"
"Mr. Steg--Milo...Steg" I hadn't said my last name in so long it almost felt like fucking dust came off my lips.
"Okay dude well listen, I don't make a lot but i have free government benifits--" I felt the hair on my neck raise as she said that "Im a defence atourney..don't know why you instantly started sweating, but I can help you out"
"Im sure you have better things to do than help some random dude"
"I don't hit random people with my car...*laughs*" I felt her eyes meet mine and for one of the first times in my life it was like someone knew me " So lets not start any rumors okay? who knows maybe God wanted us to meet each other!"
she let go of the Ice pack and pulled out a shittily rolled blunt. Wait where was my new Killer Mutt?!
"HEY! did you see a dog when you blasted me with your car?" Her face lit up like a saint on Pope's day. I had noticed her keep eying something behind me; i couldn't take my eyes off her though.
"Yeah, I figured after i hit you i should just leave your dog though"
"fuck you, why--"
"Jesus christ, Milo? you need to work on your anger issues...I was joking" The beautiful glow of her face faded with each time i said something stupid--i hate myself sometimes.
"He's asleep in the room, im guessing he got in a fight with another dog while you were walking him"
"...Yeah i was jogging and Shade got loose." Thankfully i dont feel bad for lying, i stopped giving a shit a long time ago.
"Okay then lets say: I dont ask any questions about tonight, if you dont go telling everyone answers. Ill let you use my insurance card and even drive you to the clinic, on me!"
I flinched as she rocketed her hand forward, but to my surprise she just held her pinky like we were kids or something.
"come on dont make it weird, I dont make promises to everyone y'know?"
I let my calloused hand meet hers as my rough pinky interlaced with her soft light brown skin.
"I--SHit!"
"whats wrong?"
"I fucking left my brother there--eh fuck him. He can figure out his own problems for once.
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