It's been two weeks, before the man open his eyes. They knew him. They needed him. But they couldn't help but wonder what sort of man he has become. is he even a man? He had the features of a human alright. But he looked different.
The maidens looked at him in awe. Nebulous stepped forward to accost him and all murmurs hash! hash!
They were supposed to dug him out of the soil but he broke out by himself, some say the earth gave birth to him.
His aura shimmer around him like a mirage, felt more than seen. The dim lightened space conceals not the power emanating from him.
It felt unlike anything they have ever happenstance.
His infectious smile was gone. He eyes blazed like melted gold. He stood tall and erect. None dare stared him in the eye.
Nebulous knew his grandson is no more. This man standing before them is a man, but of a different breed.
He had done all he can to bring him back from the bowels of death. Perhaps, he shouldn't have meddled with the natural laws.
He should have let him have a peaceful death.
"Look me in the eye misty one in the skies. It is I and I no more. Why did you do it?
Why not let me passed into the world of my father's long gone. Why brought me back into this misery. This hell. Why have you unleashed such a beast into this world?
A beast with nothing in his heart or soul but vengeance. And vengeance shall I seek into the eternal bowels of time. I have no name, nor home. All I know is pain! pain! and pain! I am thirsty.
I thirst milk!
I thirst blood!"
A maiden stepped forward, cowering and looking down, "I am at your service my lord."
The movement of the man was unheard of. He moves like the phantom he did become.
"And, is this what you have for me, Old-man?," he said and held the damsel by the throat, lifting her up, and staring her in the eyes with the malice of a hungry beast.
"This one is too weak for my taste."
All this while Kogna and Nebulous were gauging the reactions and nuances of the man.
They wanted to know how far he will go. No one interrupted him.
"My lord, there are brave ones among them who are willing to serve you…".
"I am no lord to know one. And I don't need weaklings bowing before me in fear and awe!
I need equals who can stand with me shoulder to shoulder to go into battle with me against my enemies."
There was one woman among the damsels that wouldn't take her eyes of the man. And he caught sight of her….
He Starred at her and she returned his gaze unblinkingly.
"You… stepped forward. What is your name?"
"What name will you prefer to call me?"
For the first time, he sniggered wickedly at the retort of this particular damsel, who looked like a fish come to live on land.
She seemed to be shimmering in the dark cave in her silver long gawn hanging loosely on her shoulders, barely covering her heavy sensuous breast.
"I won't ask you again," he said as she drew closer from the far back of the crowd of young women.
"My name is Shilla, my lord. And I give to you what you are willing to take in the right quota."
Her boldness intrigued him and he laughed again.
Unlike most of the forlorn maidens, this one exude a vibrant yellow in her emerald eyes turn silver in the dark.
She never let her eyes waver as she took him in with every thought molicule.
Her every step calculated and coordinated, her every move measured and mannered with the regal air of an aristocrat.
"Have we met somewhere, Shilla?"
"Yes, my lord. In the panther groove, where I gave to you my essence of life a longtime ago, as I intend to give to you now."
His throat suddenly went dry with thirst, when she stood in front of him and shrugged out of her gown and let it slide to the floor.
There was a sudden hiss of amazement in the air from the maidens as they watch one of their own stood stacked naked infront of the most dreaded man they have eaver beheld in their lifetime.
He took her into his arms and brought his head down to take her thick swollen breast that was already leaking with milk.
He suckled gently but ravenously. Greedy and vengeful, was his whole attitude in this act.
"may my lord sit the throne now?" Nebulous echoed as the man took in the black dreadful ancient throne.
He sat on it, all the while feasting on Shilla, while she had her free hand on the bud of the other leaking nipple to stagnate the flow.
He raised his head and she gave him the other one and he took it cradling her waist on his laps in his sitting posture.
Shilla cradled his head and feed him with the earnesty of a young mother feeding her new born.
Squeezing her legs together in what seem like ecstasy or pain, she moans a low moan.
Her sisters looked on in anticipation, perhaps waiting for their turn to serve this savage hungry lord.
Shilla gave out a cry, a whimper and a moan-sigh, as he takes her milk and blood all in one gulp.
Kogna and Nebulous had to avert their eyes, for the act sparked in them a desire unparalleled to non-other.
In the darkness, Diana starred on in awe, fear and wonder at the man she had once known and loved.
She didn't care what everyone said, she had loved the man, but she had lost him, maybe forever.
Will he remember her? She didn't think so. He is dead. This man is a totally different person. And this bizarre ritual was begining to wear on her nerves.
Mika and Nora took their rightful place among the damsels waiting for their turn. Praying that the man will not recognized them.
For they had yet another mission here.
"this Damn thing seem to take forever, will he ever stopped," Kogna whispered to Nebulous.
"He is bonding them to him…", Nebulous whispered back.
"All 213 of them?"
"Yes, and he can hear us, you better watch your mouth." he raised his head and turned around too looked at them silently before continuing.
He had Shilla standing beside. Naturally he knew what to do, he tasted each of them brefly and let them go.
it seems to take all night, the spectacle was so enthralling it kept everyone captivated.
"why is he not asking of her?"
"He has forgotten. All his love had turned to hate and pain, for only vengeance has that has the power to bring a man back to life in the gates of death.
If he was thriving on love, he wouldn't have made it back to us. Your friend is gone Kogna."
"You have awoken a demon old man."
" A hybrid panther, gunman. First of his kind, first to be marked by the Makilla.
You did better watch you foul mouth, before he snapped your head off your neck."
"Not before I empty my magazine into his brain."
Kogna regretted his words as soon as they came out.
"What are you man? some berserk?", he rasped painfully through his constricted throat as the Alpha tighten his grip around his neck.
"Empty you gun hit man," he hissed icely. Kogna choked and whimper under the iron grib.
Damn, the man was so strong, there was nothing he could do, his struggles only get him to increase his pressure and hold on him.
"He is one of the best warriors I have ever seen, my lord. And he will be a great servant if you spare his life," Nebulous adviced.
"And who give you any right to speak, old man?"
"Okay, I have had it up to my sanity. I can't take this anymore. Stop this madness kuga!" Diana thundered out of the blue.
The Alpha stared at her, she stutter and stopped in her tracks. It not him. she mused in confusion.
"Shut up woman, and get out of this place now." Nebulous chastised Diana sharply, as the beast with fangs got back to Kogna.
"I hold your life in my hands slinger. Watch your thoughts around me," he said and shove Kogna away like a slaughtered chicken.
He extends his wrest to Shilla without words and she slit his protruding veins open
And the next phase of the ritual begins as the processions of panther damsels licked the blood the trickling blood oozing from his wrest, thier sweet melodies of gratitude caressing and soothing his dark soul.
End of vol 1