(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.
#5294/7-2 & 3-2016
