Amalaric Studies
Rites and Rituals
2. OMPHALOMANCY
About 24 percent of women experience a miscarriage and out of 18000 people about 30 percent tied with a religion will grieve.
About 11% out of 30 will do something about it. It all started with Sister Eris Stone who carried twins that were conceived by Algis Growden.
Eris Stone died by unknown causes that weren't linked to vampires, illness, or injury. Eris was pregnant for five months and miscarried children much to the disappointment of the Growden Clan.
Algis Growden, coming into the vampire culture, planned a ritual. Not all rites are authentic. He created the worst rites ever performed. In the realm it is known as butchery.
The Omphalomancy Ritual is a forbidden rite. Black women who have tempted and even conspired to bring a lost child back; regret. Omphalomancy is divination to determine how many children a woman will have. While this ritual can tell you that as well as using a serious of Vampire Numbers. The ritual requires a certain numbers in a certain order to be done.
Those that have use the rite. Have created what the Ghytto dubs as mangled children to Faux Children.
The Growden's fixation with slavery and children, as well as expansion is eerie. Billy Growden was a slave owner in Kentucky.
Billy Abbas Growden was said to pamper his slaves. He kept mostly women and very often the women had a child in their sleep. Out 360 slaves, Billy had 44 children and 4 wives.
360 women became 244 and the number meant it's lowest when Billy's first wife Hala died from scratching herself to death. Billy kept 112 women and eight boys whom he told to sleep with their mothers creating the first line of negros in the family.
The Ritual of Omphalomancy, Counter, or ABCs Rites. Dismisses bloodlines, meaning a child may come back but will not remember their original family which is a sin in the Ghetto Bible.
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"Imma need yo limbs." Coochie says. "I wish I could say, take yo dick back first."
"I didn't nut. Didn't I tell you that pussy dry as hell?" he is emotionless. "Clearly you got a spirit that's not the original. Where ya granny at?"
"I don't fucking know!"
"Does the spirit know?"
"No--", a plume of fire leaks out my mouth. "I could know but why would I tell you?"
"Who's speaking?"
"Corrie…" she says sweetly. "I'm a hoe…" I put my fingers through my hair. I'm not in control. "What are you? She doesn't have a shadow."
"A fairy," Corrie makes me smile. "We fed her. She's antichrist and her sister who isn't her sister is Monty's kid."
"Really? What else?"
"You not gon' ask me why, what, when, or something?" asks Corrie. "You're a vampire's shadow, whose shadow do you belong to?"
"She dead but I ain't." she braids my hair. "Who?" he stresses. Corrie groans, "Zanna."
"Zanna?"
"Yes Zanna." Corrie rolls her eyes. "I can't say it no better. I come off a bitch named Zanna."
"Full name."
"I forgot it." she purses her lips. "I'm fairy off a bat nigga."
"I know the shadow keeps a record. So who is it?"
"Oh my God, I don't know!"
"Did you take her bones?"
"No. I'm just attached to this one. She was standing in wrong place."
"Who is Zanna?"
"Chelsea."
"Chelsea what?"
"I don't know."
"Bitch answer my damn question!"
"I did nigga, I don't know!"
"Who is Shuja?"
"Drunk."
"Who is Rank?"
"Well that I do remember." she pokes my cheek. My body starts quivering. I lose my breath as Corrie separates from me. I can see my shadow. I can't see Corrie's. She puts her hand on her hip.
She has light skin, pale reddish hair styled into pigtails at the top of her head. "You calling me out?"
"No. But thank you for coming." Coochie's hand moves out his pockets along with a heap full of darkness. "SHOOTIE!"
A bullet goes through Corrie, but she doesn't bleed. Corrie's fangs and a wrinkled face come to show. "Sit the fuck down bitch."
She speaks in high honeyed voice. "FUCK YOU!"
"Look what this bitch brought into my house." he snaps both his fingers. "CUTHROAT!" two large long scimitars appear in his hands. Coochie waves one of the blades at Corrie. "Bring it hoe."
Corrie wings pop out of her back like a need going through fabric. She speeds towards him, Coochie slashes the blade, she dodges it. Her mouth parts and a swarm of flies cover Coochie's body. Corrie screams, the floor cracks. "BOW!" Coochie yells, the word appears on Corrie skin. "HEAVY!"
She slaps the ground harshly, sending her through the floor. Coochie jumps down after her. "WAIT!" I yell. I run to the hole. Corrie arms are long, she swipes them at Coochie. I see the word 'SPARK' fly out of mouth. It must have hit one of the electric sockets. "PERSON!" she sinks into the floor. He's alone.
"CLAVIN--I MEAN!"
"STAY THE FUCK UP THERE!" he shouts. I have no plans to go down there. He backs up, I hear crackling, a blue electric figure roars at Coochie. Sparks and lighting fly out of mouth. "ALEXIS!"
What?
"MOVE!"
I back away from the hole. I should have exited the room, I hear 'BREAK'. The floor collapses along with me. I lay in rumble, as I see the thing. I can't help but think. Why the fuck I stayed in the room?
The figures lays it's eyes on me.
We stare at each other.
"Don't come over here…"
It howls at me. Coochie comes behind it and slashes it across the throat. It's head disappeared for a minute and reappeared again.
A wire slithers out it's mouth. "Well now I got fucking roaches in the damn house!" Coochie blurts. "WET!" Water leaks from the ceiling, it pours down the wall. As it touches the monster. It sparks.
It won't die…
"Huh?" Coochie shows up behind me and a wall of shadows forms. He pulls me to his legs as the summon explodes behind the wall.
"Did you hear that?" I boost up from the floor. "Hear what?" he furrows. "Don't think you out of trouble."
"Are you fucking with me!"
P E R S O N
"There it is again!
I turn to see Coochie taping at his phone. Wow… facebook and nothing else. "Bitch!" he holds the phone to his ear. "Stop fucking with me--Sweet!"
"Speaking." there's an accent behind it.
"What floor you on? I'm in the house."
"I'm in the basement."
"Look at the electricity. Turn that shit off, make it to me."
"What floor?"
"Church." says Coochie. He grabs my wrist. "If I have to lock the down thing inside of you, I don't give a fuck!" We march out the hall and downstairs. Coochie dashes down stairs with a smoke behind him. "What is that?"
"My shadow…" on the next floor. He looks to the sides and pulls me down the right hall. There are pictures on this floor and all the black figures have their eyes closed. "I see, You see." he swipes his two fingers across his eyes and the eyes on the pictures open. "Nothing." the picture say back. "Let me go!" I snatch my wrist from him. Coochie swishes around ready to hit me. I dodge it much to his disgust.
"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" he bellows with his pink hues bright. "I don't care! You started this shit!"
"I started it!"
"You fucked me!" I hollered. "Nobody fucking said bring a bloodsucka home! You know I'm in therapy. I drink blood!"
"Why?" he bumps my chest. I never believed in myself until today. "I'm crackhead!"
"You bit my damn daddy, now you telling me this is some regular fucking shit you do!" I don't get a chance to reply. The wall explodes and the monster made out of electricity appears. Its tongue comes out and wraps Coochie's waist. The vampire jolts, I make a run for it.
"Hoe…" the pictures hiss at me. This is familiar. I'm running, it's following me. I turn, and I hear the crackling behind me. The sides of the wall catch fire with electricity shooting out of the sockets. "Take the stairs!" the pictures are helping me. There's a wall at the end, I can't make a U-turn. The wall splits, I go through and continue running.
I make a quick turn to the left and jump down a set of stairs. I press my back against the wall.
Is it gone?
I can't breathe.
My chest rises and falls. An arrow point to the right hall adjacent to me. "DON'T!" I look above me, it's a picture with eyes looking in every direction. "She's trying to trick you." the picture's lips move. "Go that way. Pass the red roses. Don't run."
I do as suggested and lightly jog down the hall. It starts to turn into a curve, I pass a picture of a woman with hair braided in sunflowers. "Chelsea's shadow is evil."
"You don't say."
"She's in pain. Stab the fairy. Go to the vault. Room 3."
"Where is that?"
"First floor… Purple Door. Is that your least favorite color?"
"Huh?" Out of nowhere, the picture goes up in flames, and the image changes to the woman without her head. Her clothes are burnt and on back wall is a name I can't read. If I squint I can see, 'Smile.'
"Why?" Upon hearing electricity slap against the ceiling, I hurry forward. I have to get to the first floor.