Chronicle of the Mirror, part XIII

"A rebellion has brought us to burrow like vermin Duergar. This rotten Arachne has used prohibited White Magic. But we will reclaim what is due to us. The souls of rebel Arachnes will be offered as agreed to our Lady of the Hell. Whether your beauty devours their souls. "

Since two hours the rebellion rages in the Inner Meanders. Arachnéida, the "Black Widow" Queen of the Dark Elves, withdrew in her Private Sanctuary to collect herself in front of her secret Goddess. Recent violent events are accelerating her plans. Arachnéida now knows she must act quickly and take advantage of the current confusion to honor her new goddess. It is in moments that will play a major coup.

Closing its travel grimoire, she looks piously the cover made of  Arachne’s leather. We see the embossed image of a naked woman with demonic wings. The female figure, with her legs ending in two legs of a griffin, inspires respect. At her feet an inscription in infernal runes translated as DEPRAVITY WOMAN o WOMAN OF THREE WORLDS o THE ONE WHO KNOWS o THE ONE WHO WATCH ON TWILIGHT o LILITH o FIRST DEMON.

Arachnéida closes his eyes. With a sensual kiss, she puts her black lips on  Lilith’s icon and slides the grimoire under her loose queenly clothing. Queen Black Widow’s private sanctuary is a simple little air pocket, a cave lit with green crystals, decorated with skeletal heads of vampirized drow males, carcasses of Arachnes who knew too much about the underground faith of their queen. Arachnéida turns to the crystalline surface of the wall to intruse herself in. Through the telluric mass, she opens a telepathic link with her goddess Lilith. A fervent prayer ignites her senses, advancing toward the link of consecration.

Despite the state of intangible Arachnéida crossing layers of subterranean strata, the incursion of Lilith’s demonic thought is altering her vital forces. The Black Widow must act openly now. Hiding her faith is no longer necessary.

The infernal call is powerful. From the depths of hell, Lilith cast her thoughts toward Arachnéida and her two body-guards: Two Dark Elf warrior chosen for the great ritual of consecration. Browsing the Inner Meanders, demonic magnetism achieved its goal. In her private apartments, Arachnéida is the last to extruse herself. Before her, the two superb elven warriors  responded to the Lilith’s call. In the greenish glow provided by crystals surrounding the private room of the Black Widow, the spirit of Lilith is noticeable.

In a scarlet flash, three women drift into a secret space-time. They become invisible. Disappeared from this world, they lie at their goddess’s mercy. In the clutches of the woman of depravity, the consecration of three souls takes place in the invisible. Several hours later, the veil of reality is woven again before the eyes of the three priestesses consecrated, three entities brought back from a vague realm, three souls touched by the pleasures of hell, three servants of the Lady of the three worlds.

Arachnéida, Lili and Lilia ... all three look at each other with crackling embers of passion  still in their dark eyes. An infernal power live in them, now that the veil of reality fall around them ... Now that life goes on and that Lilith stirs them, reality braid itself before the three chosen by the first demon of the underworld.

Arachnéida extruse herself from the telluric mass with Lili and Lilia at her side. They look intensely at each other. They feel one another as if they were offered to the passion of the other. Curious Lilith’s favour which  manifests herself in the fibers of their desires.

Back to her temporary headquarters, on the edge of the elven borders in Inner Meanders, Arachnéida receives Succubus spy who materializes in front of her, through the veil of the Shores of the Dreams Lands. Black Widow, Lili and Lilia are surrounded by six Arachnes who survived the recent events. From the twelve Arachnes forming the Council of the Dark Elves, they are the last Arachnes still alive.

The charming Succubus then sings with her undulating voice : The news are very dramatic. Fomores from all the prohibited cellars were revived. Also, the spectra of High Elves warriors are released ... We should soon be invaded by this cloud of Banshees.

So goes the official report presented to the Council of Arachnes. At the same time, her body language and interpretation of dream symbols known only by Arachnéida, paints a very different picture of the situation: The civilization of the Dark Elves and Arachnes are decimated. It is finished! Incubus demons are at their post on the shores of the Dreams Lands and will be in stand by for the devouring of Arachnes at the end of the session. Be ready, my sisters. Your consecrations to Lilith give you a new legion of 69 demons. Indeed, the servants of Her Beauty have already devoured the Black Guard and every elf male servant, but one were offered at the hotel of Her Beauty Lilith. Sacrifice opened the gate and the legion of 69 demons will surge from hell under the silver moon at the next twilight as planned.

Once the session is over, the protocol of silence mandatory is respected ... to let the group of six Arachnes consult each other telepathically. It is at this precise moment that the coup d’état arise. From the Shores of the Dreams Lands, incubus, twelve in number, descend like lightning on Arachnes and devour them with great fangs and claws. Blood and dismembered body Arachnes are projected everywhere. Such is the violence of the impact. Then, by dreamlike flight, succubi and incubus disappear leaving their carnage behind. "I'll meet you all before dusk, for the great devouring of the full moon. " This is the voice that echoes in Arachnéida’s headquarters covered with hungry tarantulas. The new Lilith’s priestess must make a detour to the Roche-aux-fées. Up there, singing stones will give her the true identity of the instigators of the rebellion.

The former Queen of the Dark Elves intruder is probably the last time because now reigns at the head of a legion of demons incubus / succubus that live on the shores of dreams of males or women who become perfect food for she and her new army. I approach you, tasteless watchers of the multiverse, I climb to the moon and enchanted nights. I'll be the Shadow of your Light and you will be my epiphanies. We will be dancers of a choreographed chaos. We will be players of destiny. We will be the pawns of divine dreams. And you, sterile stalker of parallel worlds, I promise challenges to the height of your illusions. I already enjoy seeing you, you and Yuna, marauders of the multiverse, chained in your outdated interventions. You're just puppets in the hands of false gods having fun with your immortality. Glory to the woman of the three worlds, Lilith ... sensual Goddess.

EPILOGUE

Darkness, darkness, darkness ...

Three synonyms of intense fear when the soul has no value until it survives from the vampiric clutches of the Dark Elves’s Arachnes. But here, these three words disappear with the fall of an empire in cadaveric odors of Arachnes’s carcasses laying on their back, offering their entrails to the darkness, devourer of defeat and disappointment. Here lies the remains of dismembered six powerful Arachnes, once glorious under the protection of the Goddess of the Darkness, the most feared in the Inner Meanders. This Goddess is fallen, without faithful believer to feed her desire for power, without blood ritual to appease her thirst for eternity. The fallen goddess appears in the room as a small greenish flame as shining as a candle... barely materialized, the mass is informed and transparent since there is no mental image projected by its believers, now dead.

WITHOUT FORCE ...

WITHOUT LEGION ...

WITHOUT ARMY...

The fallen Goddess, translucent and without aura of domination, is emptied of her once mighty egregores. Amputated from her last Arachnes who are no more demonic essence, soulless, serving as food to Tarantulas. These are the only survivors of this empire traumatizing all races carrying souls through the Inner Meanders.

The Fallen Goddess should be limited to incarnate in creeping and carnivorous species, without culture or wealth. Tarantulas survive over these season like civilizations. This race will last eons of time as the future domination of a fallen Goddess. Flames floating in the putrid air descend one by one on the hairy Tarantulas, all frantic to snatch the last shreds of Arachnes’s bowel. In a collective quiver deified creatures become bearers of the fallen goddess’s legacy. She will sleep a few decades, carried by these Tarantulas and will be the future horror in Inner Meanders.

Future nemesis crawling yet but soon will vampirize other victims, their souls will feed the eternal Goddess of depths.

A goddess who will remember, and take revenge imprisoning Arachnéida for eternity in the darkness, the gloom and the obscurity.

End of Chronicle of the Mirror, part XIII