Monday, July 4, 2016

(A Horrendous Tale) The Thaumaturgist

(A Horrendous Tale)
The Thaumaturgist

The nefarious, sentinel serpent had ruby-red eyes that appeared to flicker with fires, with a sapphire blue tongue, bluer than  ancient glacial ice,  and its epidermis, was as green as a jungle in spring, and tough as jackal hide. The creature’s master had tied one strong girdle around the serpent’s neck, like a pet dog.  They, the Serpent and the Master guarded the young virgins in the Ziggurat, for the Nin-gel temple priests in Ur, under the kingship of Bur-sin; it was the year 2220 B.C.  If one of the virgins failed the priests, or denied them, the Master would bring his serpent to the point of starvation, —being quick and agile, and impassible to the young virgins—and to the serpent’s greater bulk—at  a clap of an eye, of any wrong doing, the serpent would devour the virgin, posthaste.
       The priests quite ebullient of their work, no longer had to bear arms, once sickle-armed, and having to carry out this temple service themselves, quite bloodily, that which had become an obstacle in their prayer life, was now free of the task of other temple duties.
       At this time they were considered the incorruptible, but with vigilance. Aleexiv, whom was very sybarites having found a tunnel in the cellar of the ziggurat, a subterranean like cavern, and perhaps having lost the sentiment she had once for this religious order, decided to make her escape. And so she did just that, aforesaid, during a plenipotentiary soot covered midnight, while the serpent and its master and the priests were having their weekly, symposium.
       The entrance had been hidden by a flagstone that was easily moved by mental levitation. Such skills by Aleexiv, were of course invaluable, she had learned them as a child growing up outside of the grounds of the ziggurat, in Ur, by her father whom was a sorcerous.  Once at the end of the tunnel, there came one insurmountable difficulty, the entrance was a dead-end. Now baffled, she could not return, lest she be eaten for dinner by the serpent. The putrid air in the tunnel was causing a temporary paralysis, a biliousness, etcetera, and thus, she had become exhausted and tired of men too, and in her slumber, her mind went back to her deceased father whom was a magician and alchemist (as previous mentioned a great seer), who could change things into unrecognizable forms.  If ever was the time, now was the time for her to replicate those long earned and learned trying spells, he endlessly reiterated in her youthful ear, to evoke when in need. Though skeptical she felt she could do likewise, she sought to remember his powers and magical words. But how would she give it the special potency he gave it, or was it even needed? None the less, with a lubricious and sardonic smile, she turned herself into an irksome gem, as if by a passing afterthought, and placed herself in a cobwebbed corner of the cellar of the temple, as if the Gem, the one she was incased in, might have been overlooked, and waited for the Master of the Serpent to find the gem, and now dear reader you will be astounded of the irony that took place. 
       The Master did see the gem, put it in his pocket—it was quite a big lump, it filled his hand complete, and that evening after making his rounds, left the ziggurat to have the gem appraised at a little jeweler’s shop, down a ways from the temple, along the cobblestone streets of Ur, and what is to be hoped, happened, as the appraiser went into his back room to appraise the gem.
       He went to look for his magnifying eyeglass to look inside at its depth and shape and flaws if any, and as he went looking for what he needed,  she materialized, reappeared, spasmodically, her essence was liken to a golden-blue and green flame, making her shadow on the floor delirious as she made her escape with an ongoing hysterical laughter, she slipped out the back way; the jeweler heard some noise coming from the back area, put little thought  to it, his mind was on the gem for the most part, at the moment.
       I assure you, the ending is not as witty as her escape, the assumed expression on his face seeing the gem gone, the Jeweler accused the Master of the Snake for taking it, and the Master of the Snake accused the Jeweler of robbing him, and wanting payment, call it fraud, and cohesion, and even extortion.
       To make a long story short, because of its details being too horrendous to stomach, I shall tell it in brief. You could hear the multitudinous cries of the Jeweler as the Serpent Creature, beat him bloody, blasting out fire from its nostrils, choking and strangling the Jeweler, turning him into a hideous form.  Matter of fact, the snake, the largest of its kind in those parts of the world, coiled around him, and dripped with poisoning slime soaked into the pours of the jeweler, the Jeweler then felling to the floor, in intolerable horror.  And by and large, the snake got fed that very evening very well.
       As for Aleexiv I grant you the special effects of this tale though extraordinary, are not beyond man’s nature, or nature’s nature.   She chose phantoms instead of her fleshly male lovers to be, whom by request, the Lamia of Ur, introduced her to a spirit that would suite her moods for lovers, and companionship, in a most unholy manner.

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