Chapter 9: The price of power
The maker felt it, immediately it was pulled back into the new body.
Everything ached!
Sprawled across the floor, jagged bits of rock poked every inch of the maker’s skin. It’s head spinned as the maker reoriented itself. Wanting to puke bile started coming up the maker’s throat, but that wasn’t important.
In front of the maker; Silvia the human was crouched low unto the ground kneeling. Her forehead touching the floor; her hands were together as if she was praying. She repetitively rocked back and forth like a cradle madly muttering in deep, ancient tongues.
What the mullocks?
The maker had seen Silvia invoke power with her own mother tongue but never had the maker seen her speaking anything else. The human spat out mad flames of syllables and complicated rhymes. The maker recognized the language, It was the maker that even made the language. The language of spirits. Specifically made to commune with maker’s beloved treasures.
The human, Silvia chanted mantras for lengthening one’s life, she at the same time was also communicating a beautiful but willfukk prayer, the maker closed its eyes and opened them again. At once everything was visible, the secret battle that surrounded Silvia’s chant.
Silvia played tug of war against Ma dilim the dark, The thing on which they were fighting over was the Silvia’s life. Ma dilim’s strong pull against Silvia was too much; the human was losing strength.
The Human in turn worked hard trying to not to give an inch, But she was working too hard. It’s making Ma dilim angry causing her to pull and take more than she should, it was not the proper way to do it. Ma dilim was bent on taking every bit of life from the human.
If Silvia fighting this tug of war, it would kill her and Ma dilim will take everything.
Quickly the maker stood up, everything swirled but still the maker walked towards the embodiment of darkness. It was wobbly but the maker was getting used to the new flesh. Ma dilim needed an offering and Silvia as strong as she was; she would surely succumb and die if things went on.
The maker touched Ma dilim, offering a life force for it to take.
Ma dilim gleefully yanked but then she frowned as soon as she received the offering, she recognized the maker.
“you can have them.” The maker said.
Reluctant, Ma dilim took but she barely took any.
“Take more Ma dilim.” Ma dilim shook her head.
“It’s alright Ma dilim. Don’t you remember? I always have a lot.“ The maker offered again, this time with a more expansive and alluring lifeforce. Ma dilim hesitated. The maker urged her on.
“I can always replenish it, but” the maker pointed at the human “ she cannot.”
Ma dilim stared at the maker
the maker gave her a pleading look.
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She sighed and relented. The maker pulled Silvia’s life force and returned it to her and then offered more of itself for Ma dilim to consume. She quickly took all that was offered.
“Thank you Ma dim.” The maker smiled at the frowning Ma dilim, gratitude and love filled the maker’s voice.
Ma dilim pouted, the maker knew she didn’t like the nickname but Ma dilim still leaned down and planted a dark kiss before she disappeared in darkness.
The maker tittered.
Silly Ma dim. Always the shy one.
Now that it was over, the maker then turned around, Silvia was still kneeling. Chanting in tongues with barely any breath to spare. She need not do this anymore but she still kept at it, not knowing what has passed; desperate to fight a battle that’s already over.
She must’ve been praying for quite a while
The maker tapped her shoulder.
“Silvia, calm down, It’s done, you don’t have to do this anymore.” Silvia kept muttering, clearly out of it.
She really must’ve done this for a long time, this is just too much.
“Silvia, listen to me, it’s done, it’s over.” The maker her shook her but still she murmured and murmured like a madwoman.
The maker touched her forehead with the maker’s own in order to listen to her thoughts muddled thoughts better.
‘ -odess of Darkness, forgive thy trespass over thine domain, thou art divine...life... Thy aren’t worth...’
Silvia was deep in her incantation; unaware of everything else. The maker easily slipped through the natural defences of her mind without even being detected. That wasn’t a good sign.
Silvia hasn’t fought that hard for her life. Silvia firmly believed that she must keep chanting or it would be the end her life. Nothing else was in her mind but that very thought.
Fragile turned strong. The maker thought of Silvia.
The maker held her, trying to stop her from rocking too much “Calm down.” The maker said directly in her mind. still she kept chanting.
“Silvia you can stop now.” She kept going.
As small as the maker was, the maker held her tight as it could, Silvia trembled.
“Silvia, calm down. It’s over, Ma dilim is gone. You can stop.” Silvia, finally stopped.
She still rocked and her hands were shaking. But she finally stopped. The maker pulled back to look into her eyes. Silvia’s eyes were glossy, she looked so tired as she stared into the distance.
Minds still linked the maker asked.“Do you want to rest?” The maker already knew the answer but it was polite more polite to ask.
Silvia simply nodded. Scattered thoughts resurfaced as Silvia slowly came back..
‘Silvia wanted to sleep. Silvia was confused and angry. She doubted herself, she blamed herself for being like this, Her world was shattered, she wasn’t at the top, she was at the bottom. Ever since she came to this dungeon nothing good came to her. She deserved the suffering She hated dungeons, especially this one.’ Silvia started shaking. ‘ She started to recall the monster at the bottom of the dungeon. Fear erupted within Silvia’s very being as the burnt image of the towering wall of flesh came into her mind. She wanted to run, there was no time to thi-’
Sleep.
All of her thoughts were cut as the human slumped dead over the maker. The maker relaxed, the Silvia’s thoughts had affected the maker.
Was I that scary?
The maker pondered and pondered while it held the human's head. Her fear towards the maker was unparalleled, it was so strong it would probably affect her in a very negative way; that kind of fear wouldn’t go away for years. The maker had traumatized her.
What should I do?
The maker kept thinking. Wondering what to do after the girl wakes.
Should I just leave her?
Faint noisies echoed within. The maker’s ears perked up, dull footsteps from the distance echoed through the room.
The maker reached deep into the sanctuary and created an eye. Humans were running towards them. Armed with tasteless weapons and cheap ugly armor; 5 thin but fast moving humans raced themselves towards the Maker and Silvia. On closer inspection most of them wore the same symbol Silvia had on her chest armor.
The maker pressed its lips.
If I move now I can still leave. But do I really want to?