Amalaric Studies
Rituals and Rites
DAT RELIGION: Rituals for Starters
1. Often associated with the devil. Rituals are part of many religions across the world. The definition of modern day rites are in the form of summoning is to evoke.
Rites are what makes a vampire. Many have a question around the culture. Where do vampires come from. What makes a vampire? The answer is magic and the soul. One has to understand the soul is not a psychical thing. It cannot be changed nor truly touched.
In media such as are classical movies. Vampires have walked the earth for centuries. While this is true, there weren't vampires in America, solely.
In Asian regions, it was thought the jiangshi from chinese folklore came from men drinking. Which called the theory the jiangshi is 'hopping mad'.
The theory of the hopping mad vampire explains drunken vampires. While the jiangshi is not a blood drinker it feeds on the life force, the qi.
Chi in Chinese practices is talked about often. A lot of Asian traditions up hold patience and understanding of the self. The Obayifo, the African vampire, comes from a rotten soul.
The original Obayifo is a rotten corpse, often all black in skin and bone. Starvation in Africa is true and a large stereotype that black people are hungry. This labels Negros and Africans as greedy.
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How in the fuck do I get this bad? I'm in the back of a truck and only god knows what can happen.
This thing is moving. Why couldn't he keep the people on the bus? Too much luggage?
My life is a fucking mess. Talkin' about I'm the granddaughter of the antichrist. I don't even know what the antichrist does.
The truck hits a bump and I fall over, who the fuck is driving? I don't remember how I met Coochie. I remember Cents and Cooly. I was at therapy and Cooly was talking about how she met a vampire that raped her. Sad. She also said during therapy, she was in witness protection. She's a vamp through the department which I found extremely interesting. I didn't know they did rituals at first.
It has me thinking, was I raped? I let a vampire in my house. Like I let that nigga dog my pussy--what the fuck was I thinking?
I know, it's because he paid my phone bill.
He paid my phone bill, through a free phone… that was given to me. For free.
"Calvin?"
The truck turns and I hear jazz music. Where?
"Hello, Hello! It's so good you joined us this evening on the soul train through the ghytto today. I'll be your lovely, handsome--but really host of the ride. Coochie Man Banks, son of Aleigha Bibilo. Can I get some noise on this ride!"
"Shut the fuck up!" I get up and yell at nothing. I look at the corners of the truck and my eyes lay on the speaker above a small window. "Calvin!"
"Bitch. Be. Quiet."
"Are you Calvin?"
"Calvert and whatever the fuck else I made up--but to answer your question, yes bitch. But that ain't my name."
"what the fuck!"
"I totally understand your concerns. Right now we are passing into the Vybe area which is the central downtown area of hood. In this black, enlightened ghytto you will find. A strip club, guns, bitches, and homeless green niggas called imps who ask to suck vampire dick. Don't give them anything, especially blood. You can lend him a dollar tho."
"Nigga, what!"
"Cedrica, shut the fuck up."
"No you shut the fuck up. Bitch I'm in the back of this truck with my hands fucking tied. You fucked me!"
"I did!"
"And kidnapped me!"
"I did that too…" his voice is so fucking childish. "I don't regret shit! Back to the tour!" he sings. "We are about to go to the House of Angels, the house of my family which you helped steal from you fucking heathen."
"And?"
"This bitch said AND!" the speaker crackles. "And is spelled, A-N-D. The definition of AND is connection and I bet your fuckin' ass thought we was connected on spiritual fuckin' level!"
"You said you loved me!"
"I did! Goddamn I did. You like one of those white bitches off the movies." he howls in laughter. "Cedrica…"
"What!"
"I know what you are…"
"Fuck. You."
"Your skin is pale. Your eyes are red."
"A vampire--"
"Bitch shut the fuck up. You ain't a vamp, you a goddamn crackhead!"
I hate him. "Now sit the fuck tight so I can kill yo ass."
"No the fuck you not!"
"Yes the fuck I is. And Imma tell you how I do it. First, imma tie yo ass to a fuckin' chair. Imma flash the sun itself in yo face till you crack. See what I did there? Crackhead?"
"What next? You finna rape me?"
"If you want dick, just say that." he bores. "But, I'm a humble man. I know it's big. So… I'll oblige."
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When the truck comes to a stop. The back doors open. A big ass man is standing next to Coochie. He's wrapped like a mummy in brown bandages. He has claws and one yellow eyes peaking out the wraps.
"Don't cry when I do it." he's so stern and stoic. "What did I do?"
"I'll give you your memories so you know you deserved it." he blinks. My daddy ain't home. That's a bad thing. He too old to be living the house for nothing."
I'm not excited. I am angry. I feel betrayed and I'm baffled. I definitely feel retarded. I come out the truck and the big mummy lifts me off.
"Hold her close, Llewellyn." the mummy groans. "Calvin--"
"Coochie!" he corrects me. "Coochie Man. What did you let me do?"
I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry." If I'm dying I don't know what to be mad about. I'm at the point I'll just take the hit and cry later. "I got a fucking sister missin' and yo dumb ass is alive to speak on it." he moves closer to me. "What is Shuja's real name?"
"Who?" I blurt out.
"What about Adonijah? The workshop?"
"Coochie I don't--" he punches me below my belly button. I immediately drop my head down and vomit. "Y'all some depraved ass niggas."
"Coochie I don't remember!" I cough.
"You will in time. Let's see if you still crying.
There is this apartment. It is a black apartment, I don't know how high but there is a colossal octopus behind the building with six eyes. The apartment is not together. The middle floor shifts like a rubic cube and the upper half spins around.
"I'll confusion the fuck outta you."
"This is stupid!" yelling is stupid. "I don't know you!"
"You're still the antichrist so I'll sit yo ass down for a good baptism…" he grins in my face. My lips part in shock. "I bet that soul just needs a good shake."
I hate fangs. His tongue is long, licking the sides of his face.
What did I do?
The mummy pushes me forward. I look over my shoulder, it bears his saber tooth at me. What did I do?
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The inside of the apartment is luxurious, the lobby is wide with a stairwell to the left. Next to the stairs is a sitting area that's wrecked. Half a sofa, broken tables and a glass of liquor spilled all over the carpet. There a big blood spot on the wall and floor. "Walk up the stairs. I'm taking the elevator."
I have to walk.
"How many stairs are there?"
"I don't hundred but it depends on the house." he smirks. "I'm not going upstairs."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm getting' your bath ready." he smiles. "Bitch you finna drown." Llewellyn picks me up and sets me on the first step. "WALK!" it roars. Coochie stares at me, he bends his head to the stairs above. "What is this for?"
"You'll get tired and I do what I want. Simple shit."
"You sick!"
"Y'all made my fucking sister walk with a demon in her so fuck it. Imma do that ass the same." there's another voice behind his voice. Those hands appear behind him and the left hand gives me the middle finger.
Llewelllyn shoves me forward. "What is that!" I shout. "My goddamn shadow!" the head of the shadow rest on his shoulders and smiles. It points at me moving it's lips. It's eyes open. That's all there is, a mouth, a black smokey body, and eyes. It shrinks behind him.
"Alexis."
"What!"
"I hate you!"
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I walked. I climbed stairs. I really walked and climbed stairs.
Up a step I go. 1.. 2... 3… 4… 5… steps. Reach the top and another 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… steps. Reach the top, again, and again.
I'm wearing heels. Just some flats. I'm always looking for the mummy and he's still there. Another flight of stairs, another five steps up.
Here's how you climb stairs. First, find some stairs. Second, put your right or left foot on the first step. Third, press your foot on the step and lift. Now you have two feet on the step, continue up. Some stairs don't always go up, they go down, and now I'm aware of my stupidity.
Stairs go up and down no matter what. If I turn around, I'm going downstairs. Stairs are always going to be stairs. You can't change stairs. My knees hurt.
Stairs are endless. As you walk up stairs. You use stairs. IF stairs are going north, you go north. It's just stairs.
I'm losing my mind.
So, I asked myself. You have stairs, but are stairs, stairs without steps? Yes, you need steps to make a stairs. Because stairs are technically a vehicle. You move your legs up steps attached to stairs to get from one location to the next.
I'm tired.
Stairs have humps which are the steps. What I mean is, you can't slide down stairs. When fall down stairs, you hit the steps. Not slide.
Like stairs can kill people. Nobody died on a slide.
I could die.
From stairs.
That's embarrassing. Cedrica A. Mccoy--I haven't used that name.
Stairs make you think. Heaven has stairs and that's fucked up. Because like what if you not allowed up there, does the angel at the gates like push you down the stairs?
Stairs are evil. It's torture device. Who made stairs? They have stairs with no railing so you can fall on the side.
Stairs are murder.
Some athletics use stairs for exercise.
Stairs have the word air in it and it's ironic--I NEED TO SIT DOWN!
"What floor is this?" I look at Llewellyn. He or she-- "I'm a boy…" he grumbles. "Can I sit down?"
"NO!"
I cannot move another step.
The step is strange cause, what is a step parent? A step parent is someone not your real parent like a dad that walks around the house. What am I saying?
My leg itchy.
So like, a step parent isn't you real parent ad that's the opposite of stairs. But like if you fall because you missed a step. Was the step not a real step?
Because you trusted the step to be a real step but the step betrayed you. Like you gave up everything to take chance on the step so you could move forward in life.
You know another thing--I'm talking to myself--you can't walk backwards downstairs. It's ironic as hell, I can't breathe.
You have trust issues. You have issues in the form of trusting others and having trust. You have trust in stairs like you not about to fall backwards and die.
You trust stairs not to kill you. "GET UP!" and I do and keep using these damn stairs. Like this shit was easy in the beginning. I put my trust in stairs. And stairs don't move!
Stairs never do anything, the stairs is just stairs. That nigga took an elevator! And it's like, we made stairs, stairs was the first mode of transportation. So like, when we made the elevator did the stair lose it's meaning in being stairs?
Elevators move up and down. But the way an elevator works is that you press a button.
You know the good thing about stairs. You can always find stairs but you can't find an elevator when you need it. "I'm tired!"
Llewellyn hits me in the back of the head. "I don't care!" he kicks me. "MOVE!"
His sister went through this? "No!" he bellows behind me. "They made her walk the streets." he growls.
Streets don't have stairs. It's just a long road.
"I understand…" I look into it's eyes. Davea kicked us out the house. We had to survive on the streets and her dumb ass jumped in a lake in Canada.
Tori almost drowned.
"YOU DO NOT!" he kicks me with his bony foot. Llewellyn glares at me with hot pink eyes. "WALK!"