Children of the Earth: VI

Children of Earth VI

A thin layer of snow covers the whole field leading to the ancestral green house. The morning begins to break and the retreat of Art Nouveau style makes this moment a touched by eternity. The trio of friends is still inside. A squirrel crosses the trail leading to the entrance, but comes to a sudden stop, immediately frozen. Two shadows glide slowly on the carpet of white and the little creature does not wait but jump backwards. The two figures show their attributes.

An amber glow emanates from the right palm of the smallest creature. Already, a fireball forms itself suspended above a demonic hand. But another hand, equally amber in hue, seize his wrist in a flash. Both infernal eyes intersect. Hatred, revenge and anger can be read in one, while the other is the authority and strength of power. Bringing by force the hand of the fiery creature in front of his chest, for a brief moment of silence, the two demons face each other. Two faces of hell lit by an inflamed sphere, set with those bottomless eyes which also emanate lights from lower worlds ... and the devil told to his lieutenant:

“Do not waste your energies for these three... they're vermin tied together. We had a beautiful diabolical plan on the day of Beltaine... but these three are as vicious as Love and Light intertwined together... I'm telling you... We must go back to our best option: The Woman-Snake; SHYTIANIS, the High Priestess of our queen Lilith, the very Eve’s Daughter. Shytianis will crush them as she has done throughout the history of mankind on Earth with the Light Bearers. Remember what happened in the Garden of Eden!”

It is decidedly the last word spoken by a demon, too sure of himself around the property of Denizia, the White Magic carrier and her guardian...

“MÖRHYGAN!” Exclaimed the two allies from hell... turning their heads toward the sensual beauty of a multiforme fairy, highly attractive but fatal. On supernatural speed, both Mörhygan hand hit like two swords of justice under the jaws of two victims of their own incubus instincts. In a flash of blood and flesh, both creatures of the shadows go crashing to the ground, their heads spurting black blood from eight holes. Motionless for a moment, overlooking the massacre, Mörhygan still holds the two brains of her victims in her fists. She then threw them on the floor, looking up, savoring her victory, the fairy guardian is whispering: “That explains the virulent attack from which I barely survived at the Beltaine!” With grace and flexibility, the fairy woman squats and grazes the white snow with her hands still stained with the blood of Hell. An icy look reflects the snowy veil that surrounds her, Mörhygan washes her lethal hands and clenches her teeth: “The legendary Shytianis is behind this conspiracy. Well be it! The Council of the Seven will be informed.” Throwing snow tainted with the blood of her enemies, the fairy guardian rises deeply and turns her face toward the ancient greenhouse, illuminated by the golden rays of the morning. She thinks aloud: “This information cast new light on many of the mysteries regarding recent events.”

Turning her back on these puppets released from their Hell and on the pool of black blood, Mörhygan walks slowly and firmly like a lithe but fatale woman. She raises her arms, forming a crescent of moon. Her feminine silhouette contrast over the blue flash always concluding Mörhygan’s interventions with forces of darkness. With a fairy like grace, the woman's body becomes a tiny flying fey creature that cuts through the morning air toward the ancestral greenhouse where Denizia and Sky are waiting.