A Glitch in the Mystical Order

Karma is The Witch

“Kill her …..kill the witch”.

“Burn her to death…. Burn this b***h…. Abomination”.

‘That was power…. Every neck must be under someone foot, wither you know it or not, whatever you resist or submit, directly or indirectly you are under someone feet’s. So what you are going to do next with your life is up to you, but remember one thing,  you must pursue happiness no matter what, do what make you happy but be careful of who you trust more of who you fear and distrust’.

That my father says all time before his death by his wife, and my mother, she didn’t know that I saw her killing him with a stick in his head in frond of her lover, and my step dad who is burning me to oblivion right here and know after r****g me then marring me to hide his deeds than accusing me of witch craft for seducing him and make him did those terrible thing at me, and make him so filthy, so by burning me he will absolute his soul from those sins, and I’m the scapegoat.

But know ……..

The skin in her body start crawling by its own, slithering in the flames like its was dancing from happiness of what will comes, pieces of scorching meat merge with fire, turn it black and transform it into some kind of glue gray and sticky, than starting to accumulate above her skeletal head its skin melt before any other part of her body do the same, she laughed laud enough in front of all the terrified crowd who start to back down and feels the chill under their mortal spines.

Kids screamed, and men panicked but still standing while women hide behind them, some smart ones start to hide in the shadows, and some brave ones, most of the knights under their master yelling in a commanding tone to stop that thing before its start to attack them  The black glued fireball start to become bigger wile fire start to become intense from the wood arrows that was aiming to impeach it toward her, the fire start to spread into the surrounding and little by little…

And suddenly it start to attach itself to some bystanders, the second it touch their skin, it melted slowly from the head down, slowly feeling its skin melt, bones decompose, and internal organs burn then become some kind of glue that rapidly attach its self to the big one above.

The master of this castle run to the dungeon, escaping like a rat fearing fire, thinking to ask the church for help to send them an army to kill the witch and start a real crusade against evil, he didn’t believe that actually his s*x slave is real witch.

Yes he didn’t really feel any remorse or regret, even death is only considered bad luck by him, he live in a poor family, that birthed seven kids and he is the youngest, three of them was eaten by his parents to quench their hunger, the other older ones are spared because they can help them survive, and he the youngest one were sold to some beggar in the slum, to invite pity and compassion for the passerby to win some coins, later he become a pick packet  thief, who better collect a certain amount of coins to go back to the nest or he will get his limps broken or severed to become a beggar.

A lot of time get wiped by the iron rod for not collect enough money  and he even almost get his left leg cut by that old couple who bought him, but he survived by stealing from his best friend who got right hand broken and tong cut for insisting that he got stolen, he didn’t even consider that the cause of his misery is the one who consider him brother.

I never let him doubt me though, I even give him some candy I stole or some extra food afterward, years go by trying to get myself out of this hell until a war calling from the lord of this far reached land to fight some invading army from the north, and our land or the lord land by the blessing of the church is getting in their way.

After rushing to enlist in the army as a way out, I enquire that this war is just an inside fight for the throne between the two brother, one killed the crown prince after their father dies, and the other is a banished prince who lived in the far north, to guard the northern frontier from the  barbarians and foreign bandits, instead he allies himself with them somehow by promising them becoming nobles in return they must help him ascend the throne.The ball of hell firing heat with gray and black colors like mixture between inner suffering and pure evil, begin to revolve around her like child start hovering around his father after a long absence.

In every rotation that the ball who is as big as a horse carriage did, the girl with the cross start to get up from the ground inch at a time, until she start rising up to the air with every revolving that get intensified, the cross disintegrate than reassemble and shot strait outside the castle toward her dearest stepfather, a miserable scream like a pig being slaughtered can be heard in miles.

The revolving become so intensified until it start to attract the air and winds from everywhere, until it become a mighty hurricane that spew fire and acid to the surrounding, it calls it victims from every corner, not discriminating they age or gender, every one of the crowd pulled by the mighty demonic hurricane of rage, that tortured those who was no long ago laughing at her, screaming at her, and yelling into her death by fire, than …..”let the fire dance between their flesh and bones, consuming their miserable souls” she said with her horse voice quietly at first than she roar to the sky, it sweeps every inch of the building, destroying it in the presses, even the animals didn’t get spared, the trees, the dirt, all get swallowed by the it, while she roared and roared toward the heavens.

After calming down, she descent downward, looking left and right, then taking a look at her hands that become a rotten flesh, bones visible, vines hanging out like worms nesting in some dead animal stomach, a clicking sound comes from her mouth of better say from her jaw bones when moving her tong to whet her zombified lips, which is the  only intact skin that still one peace in comparison to her hole body or corps, that’s the price for her revenge and anger, mental drain.

Some speck of white like dust  come to her, and absorbed while she breath in, and by every breath she become more human than abomination incarnate, those are the souls of them all, or what left of them, and that cross that she sent it to that retch being come back with his soul intact, but look ample as a kitty, still unconscious and dead, he is a mortal after all, so his soul when come out of his body will diminish soon, so the natural reaction of those soul by instinct is to enter a comma as a survival method to preserve some energy to avoid demolition from existence.  

The place slowly become hazy like it never was a castle full of life and full of people, full of acid like mist that will milt your skin with a light touch, but it mixed with the witch will, so that she can kill any one she desire, and monitor any intruder, beside she need to fulfill her master command to drown this word with blood and misery.

And she must succeed, without bringing the end of humanities, their negative energy must become a daily feast for the Devil to dine, that is her only way to keep her power and control over her destiny between those mortals and the two other beings that shares the same misfortune or fortune with her along their slaves and extended selves and subordinates.