Haunted Secret

Purnima Night (2)

Riya noticed that the forest began just as the hill ended. She thought it would not be wise to enter the forest blindly; someone posted at the forest's border would be guarding the foot of Golgotha ​​Hill. Riya stepped off the path and walked along a rocky path parallel to the forest. She thought she would enter the forest a short distance and then turn away from the main path. Although the purpose of her mission was to steal a mystical heirloom, Riya had little information about the object. She only knew its name: Malemorphus—a rare, magical stone. It was made of graphite and a rare metal, iridium. Due to the magical properties of Malemorphus, the Lycan who owned it was highly ranked. Satisfied with her trip, Riya took a deep breath and entered the forest. Immediately, the darkness surrounding her collapsed upon her. Looking around, she was relieved that no one was watching her progress. Riya slowly started to approach the site. About three minutes later, a tall, strange statue came into Riya's view. 

The statue was almost completely hiding the moon above the bushes and trees. It had a severed head, placed on top of a tall wooden cylindrical pillar. Its eyes glowed a dark, dirty green, resembling a wolf's. Smoke billowed around the statue, making the eyes appear to blink. Riya was certain that the statue was being used by the Lycans in their celebration. When Riya looked back at her path again, she saw some outlines dancing around the fire. It was closer than she thought. Riya decided not to go any further. She intended to just watch until the new Lycan King appeared. She would note his identity and inform Kimrin. She decided that she wouldn't even try to steal the heirloom; if she could just tell Kimrin about it, that would be enough. Here's the passage translated into Hindi with correct grammar and improved flow:

---After standing in the forest for some time, Riya realized that the deep chants of those terrifying creatures—who were probably worshipping the giant, wolf-like deity—were gradually making her uncomfortable. Or was it the effect of the smoke? She didn't know. Unsteady on her feet, Riya knelt down on the cold ground for support. As she did so, another horrifying sight flashed before her eyes. Underneath the wooden idol, there were horrifying images of rotting corpses scattered like garbage. It was as if realizing this truth had awakened her senses, and Riya suddenly vomited as the stench of those rotting corpses hit her nose. The smell was already there, but because she was focused on her work, she was unaware of it. Now, disturbed by the disgusting smell, she retreated deeper into the forest.

The Lycans were still in their frenzy of celebration, dancing and singing in unison around the wolf-like statue. But the sight that was most horrifying were the decapitated heads. Rhea had never seen a person's head without a body. Now, there were dozens of decapitated heads on display, their eyes wide open, staring like the dead, and dried blood smeared across their foreheads. Her stomach churned again, and she almost vomited as she looked away from the horrifying sight.

When she composed herself, her eyes drifted to a gorgeous couple dancing around the giant wolf-like statue. The man was tall and impeccably dressed in a black three-piece suit and matching shoes and tie. He was dancing with a beautiful woman whose long red hair reached just above her waist. Her body was clearly visible through the woman's thin, medieval-style white gown.This attempt by these known savages to appear cultured was disturbing to her. Now Rhea noticed that everyone was dressed the same—the men in black and the women in white. What made this couple special, however, were the precious crowns adorning their heads. Rhea sucked in a breath of surprise. From Kimrin's description of the man and her own astuteness, she immediately recognized who the man was. To dispel her doubts, she looked again at the couple, who had now reached the other side of the statue.

Straining her eyes into the darkness of the night, Rhea watched the man carefully as they walked around the statue. When they reappeared, she could clearly see that half of his hair beneath his crown was red as blood and half as white as snow. Indeed, she was right; she had not a single doubt that he was Evander, the famous Lupae Sanguinaria, dancing with his red-haired wife, the heiress Proserpina.Now all Riya had to do was look at the mysterious heirloom that would be handed down to Evander's successor—whoever that was—and hope he placed it somewhere out in the open. The dancing and chanting suddenly stopped. Evander raised his hand, and the others pulled up wooden stumps and sat on them. She waited a few moments until there was complete silence. Riya hoped they had now reached the inauguration ceremony.

As the silence dragged on, Riya began to feel uneasy. She felt that if she made any sudden movement, the wolves would catch her in a second. And what would happen then, only God knew. Even worse, her heart was pounding loudly inside her chest."My people," Evander began. "We are gathered here on this special night—the night of the Wolves of Golgotha ​​Hill, the night of Lupercalia. We are here not only to have fun for our own vanity, but for our hero and our god, the great Gog, who saved us from the curse of the witches and from the evil forces that sought to destroy us utterly."

Before Evander could say anything more, a loud roar arose from the pack of wolves. He began again in his deep, raspy voice, "Moreover, we are gathered on Golgotha ​​Hill, on the very ground where our hero Gog sacrificed himself to protect our race, to pay homage to that great man-god." He looked reverently at the huge wooden statue and placed his long arms on its cylindrical base. Walking from the base of the statue, Evander led his red-haired bride to the front of the assembly of wolves, then began speaking once more. "And finally, we are here in the name of war. The witches and vampires are slowly gaining on us. They are getting stronger. They have found ways to get close to our level of power. I can tell that I have grown old, my powers are no longer what they once were. Believe me, I am not proud to say this, but I am a mere empty shell of my former self. With that in mind..."Evander raised his voice for dramatic effect. "Lady wolves and gentle beasts, I hereby announce my resignation as Lycan King!"Rhea thought this was a sign that he was about to announce his successor. She had to admit, so far everything was going better than expected. In just a few minutes she could be out of this horrible place and perhaps celebrate her survival of this mission in one of those bars she had passed before.

Most of the wolves let out a collective sigh of discontent after Evander's announcement. The Lycans looked at each other in shock, expressing their discontent. Evander raised a hand and everyone fell silent once again."My dear ones, my resignation comes at the most opportune time. See, there is now someone amongst us who is far more capable than I am, someone who is more qualified to carry on our missions." He paused, running a hand through his bi-colored hair. "This man has all the makings of a king, and if I may have the audacity to say it, this man has long proven a unique power, a power that even I, the great Evander, have not been able to prove. See, my body cannot bear so much energy. All stand up as I declare the name of your new Lycan King.

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