THE EPIC of KALI: Passionate of Her

Chapter- 2 Aziz, DEAD?

                                                                                       "Did I? Did my hand?"

                                                                                                                        -SAGUN. 

'Lord, is it our King? Why he's lying here?'

Of his critical situation, Sagun was thrilled, just hearing that baleful-only-to-him infant's sweetness over-flowing inquisition. Along with her charming classmates, she peeps out behind that door that was once suspicious, like great mountains behind the sky, witnessing their commanding Lord's demolishment of uncontrollable anger. 

Fertilized with unrecoverable thrill, Sagun raged to the door, making those could-be-a-witness-against-him infants not using his commands step back from the door, and shut it with utmost patience so that it produced a soundless sigh of closing. Then, as though it was customary for this type of situation, he grabbed a mud glass from his clumsy kitchen (which was in the same custom-to-his-house attire) and filled it water and, dipping his became-tired-of-punching hands, sprinkled water over Aziz's face. Unlucky Sagun's attempt was unable to happen his motive. He gave it another try, which was supposed to give it another go. But his first experiment with trustworthy attempts left him with worries and wrath over himself. Without his own efforts, his eyes secreted tears of his drastically overgrown fear.

'No, no, NO! He didn't. He didn't! I can awake him!' his inner god paid his efforts in turns made him think for ways to undo Aziz's dormant state.

Thinking helped him recollect an essential, basic-for-this-situation thing: to identify Aziz's state of being by seeking his heartbeat, placing his ear over his armored chest.

'Oh….. Thank god!' his relief was like a hand for a man hanging at the edge of a tall building. He then gave a wake-up slap for Aziz. After receiving few slaps, Aziz released his eyes with the utmost difficulty, as though he couldn't bear his palm on him even in a dizzy state. Still, he wants to be unconscious, but Sagun didn't let him happen. Helping him to make an improper sit, Sagun started his farewell for his at-last success for the it-must-happen process of awaking him, with his incomplete preference apology:

'Uh… my lord, uh… sorry.'

'I-I-I can't get a clear view.' Aziz was still with his customary-for-him reactions, voiced with painful difficulty, and continued his discontinued punch-received speech.

'I'm unsuitable for your apology. Just….. PLEASE! Let me know what happened. All was dark, like I need a boon from our god to remember things…. Aah... took place for the past few minutes.'

Aziz pleased him innocently. There isn't any trace of guilt over his face that left Sagun to churn with the confusion 'what happened to him?????' Sagun's perspective on him forced to mild changes. 'Is he acting to pretend him innocent? Or he really lost his ability to remember things?' his subconscious experimented with some sorts of crucial dilemmas.

'D-don't. Stop your suspicious look over me. Adversely affecting, TRIGGERING for a severe shortcoming.' Aziz's eyes cultivated tears, its attempt to prove him innocent.

At the peak of his various confusions, Sagun struggles with the tragedies of his mind's different opinions. All these sorts of thoughts result in leading him to a what-to-process-now situation. Not knowing what to speak, 'Let maintain PEACE.' he decided and all his new grown feeling over him fueled him to lift from Aziz's uncomfortable sit and made him with utmost efforts on that chair. While placing him on that handless, wrinkled with woody lines and could-be old chair, he realized how disastrous his punch was by the contribution of his rigor efforts seating him. Sagun then repelled immediately from him since he feared that being close with him can make his wrist get tired, punching another chin without his motivation, and automatically leaning on that half-buried inside-the-wall pillar which was in couldn't-be-explained-properly patterns, like his mindset, he continued with his peace.

'Sagun, Sagun!' with expressing an unwanted exclamation, he continued:

'I am with her. Exhibiting my s****l abilities. Shu……..' let a stressed sigh. Sagun was curious, looking at him, waiting for his explanation after that sigh.

'But…. HOW?'

Aziz raised a furious look into Sagun's eyes, competitive to his curious face, expressing a reaction burying the motive 'want to know the truth.'

Sagun's just-now-slept resulted-him-with-fear anger was teased by his questions and innocence. Yet, at the same time, sympathy developed over him of his undoubtful innocence harvested an argument from his subconscious:

'Innocent??? Is he?'

But the sapling-like sympathy gets its sudden growth when Aziz, with all his appears-to-be-accurate reactions, gently sounded:

'I know you won't apologies me of what I've done, but it's from my heart, at the witness of our god, at the witness of my divine god, at the witness of my prosperous post, at the witness of our honorable community, all those gory was not under my conscious. It was not through my will, was not the scene of my unhealthy desire, and was not the reflection of my lust over her. Believe me, believe ME! I'm in an utmost surety that I've been to some unable to overcome mesmerize. Most supposed to be a…. ahm…voodoo. Yes, a NECROMANCY!'

'I need to say something.' Thought shaken-by-his-words Sagun. His still-hidden sympathy on him captured not only headstrong grew but also uprooted his doubt on Aziz's loyalty and nobility and attempted planting it on his trustworthy daughter's virtue and behavior. Which could be of his trouble-resulted satisfaction, that he had given enough-for-king punishment, OR of Aziz's childish guiltlessness spread face.

'I've betrayed.'

It was an unexpected statement for Sagun.

'YES! I've done what I shouldn't, what a man who earned a vigorous faith and trust of his fellowmen shouldn't, abo-above all, what a KING shouldn't.' overcoming utmost difficulty, he stood up, leaving a sigh, closing his eyes, he shakes his head, showing that he had decided something right that must happen. He then took a semi-circular blade in an 'S' shaped handle from that scabbard hanging from his waist and stretched it to stumbled-by-his-moves Sagun.

'Liberate me.'

'W-what?' and finally Sagun was in his voice after practicing-for-a-while silence of his speak-prohibitions: confusions. Already he was in awe of receiving an absolutely unexpected statement so that his King's additional shock treatment over him only through his unforeseen could-be-from-his-heart declaration made him accept Aziz's appealing serenity.

'Don't waste your time in thinking for this unpardonable betrayer, for this dirt of its position, unsuitable fussock to live. Grab this and proceed.' As he says, few droplets of tears uncontrollably fell on Sagun, portraying his urge to liberate himself from the world.

With lots and lots of jittering hands (still tired of punching), Sagun touched that blood immolation weapon. That one touch influenced creating a bloody flash in his mind about what could happen if he grabbed that devil. He thought of a blooded weapon that was satisfied in pursuing its desire, the BLOOD. He thought of headless Aziz fell on the floor, spreading blood all over. He thought of an evil Sagun whose face was made up of blood. Mentally being in his mini-battlefield-like precognitive thoughts, Sagun, physically in a tremendous move of hands with that deadly weapon, was applying gentle friction over Aziz's neck so that the semi-circular devil was waiting to taste its lustful blood.

By god's abrasion or by a crucial coincidence, Sagun got his much-needed awareness of what he was attempting physically through those god-like infants' enough-sounded-for-his-boon-like-distraction talkativeness. His hand, which might be abetted for the devil to perform its what-for-his-made-for lustful work, as though it lost its blood flow, left the devil to slide over Aziz's armored body and produce clinging sound as it hits the ground that completes Sagun's final awakening.

Leaning again against that became-warm-of-his lean pillar, Sagun gawked at that resting on the floor devil in a disappointment of not receiving blood and felt for his attempt to a could-be disastrous mistake.

'Did I? Did my hand?' diverting his crucial view onto his could-be-a-sinner hand, he started his farewell for his unknowing efforts in an attempt to liberate the KING with his effortlessly sliding through his branchy beard, tears.

'Why?' Sagun raised his view to Aziz, who seemed to be and voiced in a disappointment of Sagun's at-the-last-moment decision change.

'Why thou didn't?' Sagun's eye widened.

'Because of that blady respect on me. Because of that unwanted fear of my post.'

'No! I shouldn't' pleased Sagun.

'NO! NO! Don't leave me alive. It doesn't beg. 'Tis a do-must order.'

'Forgive me for disobeying, my lord.'

'If YOU didn't, then the nasty guilt that I've been under suspicion of committing an unpardonable err will, then the thought that I'm unable to overcome a voodoo that made me flow on a girl will, then your gaze over me, containing the remembrance of this s**t I've made, hereafter when it happens to meet me will.  PLEASE, I can't bear them. It'll kill me alive! It'll kill me alive! Kill me as I was your cunning enemy.' Aziz's eyes overflow with tears. He cried that left Sagun in colossal amazement.

'I can't, I can't do that.' Sagun's head automatically shook to cooperate with his disapproval of his King's terrible order. He voiced from his amazement and belief that his King has been to some unescapable voodoo.

'Our opponent king's work. Yes! It was Bhao's work that indulged our King in unpardonable crimes.' Thought Sagun with curiosity-to-the-peak.

'My lord…' as Sagun started his speech after his intensive precognitive calculation, he was intruded on by his just-now-become-respectful King AZIZ.

'D-don't address me so. I'm far away to be praised as Lord, far away to be a member of our honorable community, far away to be your King. Liberate… Shu…….. ME!'

'I won't, and I NEVER!' Sagun again, with his commanding voice, roared rigorously.

'It could be, NO, it was, this s**t was a conspiracy of our rrrespectful cunning opponent. What do you think about me, my Lord?' Aziz goggled Sagun with absolute amazement as he continues his speech vigorously.

'Do you think I'm unaware of the ill effects of black magic? Of a voodoo? Or do you forget my efficiency in seeking things?' Aziz debt even more amazement.

'I'm well aware that no one, no ONE, could escape memorization and voodoo. I,' Sagun, took a deep breath so that he can continue speaking with a drastic change in his tone from high-pitched commanding to low-pitched pleasing. 'I-I-I believe you, my Lord. You're in complete innocence. Forget this!' at last ordered Sagun.

'No, you've misunderstood.'    

 'Ha-ha-ha, I still left you alive since I understood very well.'

'But….. Your daughter, I…..'

'Forget about her, and leave. Go and have some relaxation. Have some pleasant views of our sand dunes. The reddish sunset.' Sagun, at last, released a smile as a farewell for convincing Aziz and his send-off. 

Both dispersed from their spot and diverged to each of their places.

Immediately racing to the place-for-shock bedroom, he had a glance at his still-functioning-on-that-pillow daughter, Ananda, who was in her half-naked and half-sleep situation.

'She must have taken some liquor. Or she, too, had mesmerized. Let finish the class first.' Thought Sagun gently shut that door and swiftly opt-out from there.

Sagun entered that preaching room, presented a gaze over his cute and curious students, and assembled on his pride-providing enthrone.

That light cat, which in the room entertaining the infants with his glittering bum until Sagun's re-entry, flew up to that cavity with his spring-like legs and pursued his default duty. Finally, again Sagun was with his preaching of humdrum history. His students are again in their creative imaginary world.

Leaving drastic event-giver Sagun's house, Aziz left an enormous sigh, his process to recollect all the events that took place, especially those lust-boosted events. Stretching his body, performing warm-up exercises, he rebuilt his enthusiasms and re-progressing all the events that took place; in his mind, he produced a brave laugh as though he had made an achievement.

Stunned by that noise from his house, Sagun regained his curiosity and amazement. This time he made sure in his first attempt, the sound was from his bedroom. Then, rushing to his bedroom, he left the infants, again, in confusion and leaving that light cat to perform his part-time duty: entertaining the infants.

Again, he thunderstruck that chair, the obstacle on his way, and opened that just-now closed door which succeeds in providing him with another colossal amazement, as though the bedroom was in an urge to prove the statement' bedroom was for shocking Sagun.'