Children of the Earth: Part IV

Children of the Earth IV

Prologue, Moving away from the egg of energy, the new-born a winged is released in her element, air, like the new suffix to her name says so.

Deniziair knows very well that nothing is won in advance with demons. She paid her last battle against the infernal creatures by a pair of wings that were completely amputated from her body. She still remembers the pain, the energy left at the mercy of the celestial blood flowing with a warm fatality all along her back and buttocks to die on the black rocks at the foot of the Potency of; Angels. But those memories back to the surface of her consciousness just gives the strength to continue. Mörhygan's tenacity, her fairy guardian, has borne fruit. Now, the dice of destiny are launched.

The twilight ends and the morning light will soon reign over the Appalachian forest. Deniziair knows Mörhygan managed to wipe out hundreds of demons. But she feels that infernal entity slipped safely beyond the demonic genocide. Where will she land this vermin? Or has it infiltrated? In the body of an innocent mortal? In the bowels of the Earth-nurse? In the subterfuge of a carrier of Black Magic?

Deniziair perfectly masters her element, that of air. Now relying on a simple heavenly instinct to ferret out the demon succubus of hiding. She flies and hovers above the tall pines. She spins, flits and plunges into the gaps of the forest. You should see her slip a crazy speed, above the green giants that hide their secrets so well. Suddenly, she slows its powerful wings and falls in the forest morning, feet first, into the unknown, to her worthy opponent. In diving into vertigo, Deniziair does not fail to fuse with her brothers-trees, their branches scattered evidence of the passage of the malicious entity trying to evade the vigilance of the Children of the Earth. Turning empathetic informations of her brother trees and account, Deniziair knows where her nemesis is. Tempering her revenge instinct, but still subdued by so many images transmitted by her brothers-trees, she visualizes. The very image of his location is repugnant to such an extent that Deniziair projects her creative thinking to find herself behind her enemy.

Completely immobilized by the demonic strong hold, the Dryad is pinned down, her breasts against the Sacred Ground, belly raised, riveted on her wrists. She already feels the ignoble member brushing her nymphs still fresh. Just when she thinks being penetrated by darkness hell... vertigo subtracts consciousness and she feels her strength abandon the assault of the “copula cum daemon.” The demonic wings are all blooming and quiver. The satanic screams escape from between the teeth and sharp crackling fire in his eyes at the thought of devouring the soul-sister of the child-tree Mother-Earth. It's a great insolence to the so called sacred balance of nature vis-à-vis their children.

Deniziair sees the weakness of an incubus. As soon as an opportunity, he succumbs to temptation and answered the call of his mistress, at the bottom of her underworld, LILITH. The routine of the First Demon Hell is so pathetic and predictable with her momentum of vampire possession of a being on another human being. That's why it is Deniziair’s duty to release the life from this demonic torpor.

In a simultaneous motion, both of her knees are plunged in the hollow of the back of the incubus and firm hands on the horns of hell and pulls it. The cracking of vertebrae is unequivocal and the sound of the death of the creature of the underworld announces the release of her sylvans sister. Then, with a heavenly force, Deniziair unleashes her rage and thirst for justice is so satiated. The incubus beheaded collapses into a vortex of black blood spurting from his body. The flesh and blood are an infernal abomination spread over the roots of the Tree of Life of the Dryad avenged. Still standing on the motionless body of the incubus emptying himself from black energy, Deniziair still holds in her right hand the horned head. She feels than, her left hand grip by a familiar warmth. Ditratos, the White Mage of the multiverse, is with her, “Your gesture was necessary and entirely praiseworthy. The balance is restored. You have liberated Earth from the grip of the underworld and we thank you, Deniziair. Our Goddess Brigid was right to give you wings. You offer them back to justice and the balance of life.”

Turning her head toward the base of the Big Pine, Deniziair is relieved to see The Dryad sat leaning against the Tree-Brother with Yuna, the fairy rebel on her shoulder, whispering secrets in her tapered ear. Ditratos then takes the head of the incubus from Deniziair’s hand, “Do not worry about the Lady of the Wood. With the touch of Yuna, she will survive the assault she undergoes. In fact, the fairies erase what they want from our memories. Reminds me come back later, mine acting up, Sometimes!” Admiring the demonic head by holding the two horns, Ditratos adds, “Many spells and potions in become, in the head that is brainless!... Well, the sun rises soon. Yuna and I must leave you. We do not want to intervene too much in the realm of the Earth. It's up to you to do, with Denizia, Mörhygan, Sky, your sisters and brothers, the Children of the Earth, which are the fruit of Worlds Divine dream.”

At the same time as Mörhygan reappears on the Deniziair’s shoulder, the Mage's hands allows the famous Mirror to resurface near the mystical group. In farewell filled with love, friendship and mutual respect, the watchers of the multiverse fade through their reflections and the Mirror dissipates again. A moment of morning and sylvan silence falls around the two friends. Deniziair, a rustle of feathers, shakes its wings and cut the white stillness of the forest, “We can do not go and leave the carcass of hell ...” A flash of blue, Flowing from a star shape light where the carcass of the incubus had lied. Then, no more corpse, or traces do remain. The little voice Mörhygan reply, “What carcass of Hell?”

Mörhygan, standing on the shoulder of her older sister tunes, displays a cavalier attitude by speaking in a tone light, full of the innocence of fairies. Deniziair amounts nimbly few graceful strokes of wings and flies over the location of the massacre, “Wow!” Perched on the shoulder of her witch, Mörhygan replies, “Here on Earth we must be vigilant and clean up well after our visit. The people here are not ready to embrace the realities of worlds of dream.”

With these words, the two winged creatures enjoy the last shadows of morning, in the acrobatic maneuvers of supernatural grace, Denizia join the witch and Sky, on the Sacred site. Approaching the small clearing, already made the night into day with notes of horizon ignited by the rays of the sun rising above New England a reassurance of modern times. This is to safeguard this illusion that Mörhygan and Deniziair fly across the ridges between the Appalachian conifers, not to be seen by innocent witnesses. The sharp senses of the two companions are connected to the spirits and invisible elements of the American forest. Empathetic and perfectly easy air, the fairy guardian and her reborn protegee from her twin Denizia, begin their routine down to the ancient site.

The presence and power of the bird Sky flying toward them warms the hearts of the demon huntress. But the rising day press act quickly. Deniziair, feet first, observes twin anatomy Denizia awaits on the ancestral dolmen, standing stones . Despite total ignorance, the act of reinstatement to her soul-sister, the lady remains Denizia Senior mystical society. She therefore offers, with arms outstretched, in total confidence in her Goddess Brigid who has restored her wings. Denizia look her winged alter-ego plummet to her, pointing her feet toward her chakra of heart. Where laid the hand of her mentor Ditratos. When the toes of Deniziair touching the breast of Denizia, fusion takes place in a supernatural light flash rainbow. The two entities become divine light and merge into each other in an harmonious and perfect manifestation of divine powers embodied here. The white wings of Deniziair rush and slide into the body which is illuminated Denizia chills traveled, witness her impulses to enter the celestial energy.

Always gently caressed by subtle waves, Denizia engaged with so much love and light that her knees bend under the weight of invasive emotions. As deprived of her puppet master, Denizia falls on her knees followed by her cape, which thrown over her sobs of unsustainable joy.

Suddenly a smile spreads, this child of the Earth drowning in tears, a moment ago. A laugh that echoes in interlaced branches of the trees. A laugh releasing forces create wonders of the multiverse. In a smile, Denizia understands the full picture of what Ditratos said, “Today it is not a day to prostration, but revival!” This thought continues to caress her memories, she walks awakening in the forest, lit by the rays of the rising sun that link between the branches and dance on her clothing Modern North American retouched by a gothic touch. "Today it is not a day to prostration, but the revival!" That phrase still echoes in her head when a car stops before her, making hitchhiking. “Where do you go?” the lady flying asks her. “Pawtucket,” says Denizia. “Well mount!”

Unknowingly, the driver comes to help lady Denizia back from a special ritual. Always silent and quiet, the witch watching the defiling route, but by daylight this time. She remembers, “Today it is not a day to prostration, but revival!" Looking up at the sky, she sees Sky flying parallel to herself.” She knows that Mörhygan is invisible on her friend. A smile emerges on her sensual lips, and she thinks, “Thank you, Goddess Brigid. Thank you, Yuna...” Denizia caress her chest with her left hand and ... “Thank you, Ditratos. For your blessing, my chakra of the heart has opened itself for Deniziair”

END


Cheers, children of the Earth!