The Wraiths Of Alkebulan

PROLOGUE

[TWO DAYS BEFORE THE GREAT WAR
IN ALKEBULAN NATION]
YEAR 3000 BCE

The blue sky had a hue that melted the hearts of the people. The walls of the palace stood strong and united. Behind it, a mountain towered above the palace walls, a significance of the protection of the people.
The entry of the palace inviting elegance and sophistication to any feet that walked through. An opening above the pathway similar to a skylight; that separated as space to allow natural light to enter the palace. The walls with ancient texts written in hieroglyphics, with the purest form of gold painting and designed by the finest architects to match the blessed people of Alkebulan.
One could look up and see the sky as a layer above them, perfectly sitting to cover the people. When you looked on both sides of the path, tall pillars held the ceiling. Their structure, built and shaped as gigantic men, with the same round-shaped faces, to represent all the preceding kings; acted as pillars for the entry way to the palace.
It was believed that each pillar represented each preceding king with their natural gifts, and their spirits possessed the pillars guarding the walls. The garments on each pillar was designed to its best of form, curved to cover the pillars nakedness. Gold was used as a head gear to represent their crowns as it attached itself to the skylight.
The pillars were meticulously crafted as observed by anyone who visited the palace; when the eyes of anyone meet them they said their eyes simply shone with adoration. A harp was being played intetionally by a man standing near the palace wall, the lower part of his body was a white garment, made of the finest fabrics in the market, that he tied to his waist.
His body sculpted by the gods, his shoulders broad and wide and his chest full of energy. This was evident as his hands moved swiftly with the tune from his harp as he willfully played . Women are seen matching towards the palace, dressed in translucent white garments. Their silhouettes appearing as the dark shape of their curves against the fabric.
Their heads with beads, made with colors to match their even skin tones, signfying their purity. Jewelry shining as bright as their faces rested on their necks, wrists and toes; they were all as beautiful as the moon.
They could be seen swaying their hips in joy and ease carrying leaves as tall as their hands, singing in sounds of glory and happiness; for the hopes the king and his princes would conquer the fourth coming war and return with victory against a battle between the living and the dead.

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The ancient temple stood silent, its walls were whispering the secrets of the gods to those who could hear. The room was vibrant with a bright light shinning into the narrow clerestory windows of the temple. The High Priestess, Kahina, received a divine vision. She knelt down and said some words.
  It is possible, she said. Today the infinite possibility has been received. I can see the light that was promised. I see mortality for the purest of heart. Or maybe, has it come to show me that my powers are no longer dormant?- yet - she had thought almost an hour ago she was in disbelief, and for the first time her heart felt the fullness of itself.
The mind thinking quickly on what to do, led her to meditate with Ko'Zarun; a war and protection lion god who was depicted with a lion head, often carrying large bows and arrows, as he offered prisoners and millet to the ruling king.
     The crops that were in bountiful in the nation of Alkebulan were evidence that he also had lunar aspects. He is also depicted walking elephants and lions on leashes. Her vision had shown the priestess a bloody war was hovering over the nation of Alkebulan and she hoped Ko'Zarun could help stop it.
  Am I doing the right thing? She asked herself. She felt she had allowed her emotions to take over and she hadn't been patient with her mind, but to think of it vanishing away from her grasp made her stress; after all, it came to her for a new start.
I need to invoke the spirit of the god of war. There is no time to waste! Everything will pass and it will be as it should have been right from the start, she said.
The high priestess's eyes wide open, was puzzled when a strong wind threw down the candles that were well lit near the altar. She picked them up in a hurry and arranged the altar anew.
  The High Priestess Kahina was now pacing back and fourth questioning her intentions. She came to a final decision to perform the ancient ritual to summon the god of war. She needed answers and she needed to confirm if what she received was truly from the gods. She cleansed herself first, then cleansed the altar.
    She stood before the mirror at the altar. She stared at the mirror. Her eyes fixated upon her reflection. Her fingers tracing her curves shaped to perfection as the blue robe she wore brought out her figure, a small smile played on her lips. Her head-dress covered in gold, the size in a waterfall placement, covered her face. A beauty divinely built and perfectly scrutinized to rid off imperfections.
    Unbeknownst to her, something thin, wispy that carried very dark energy; a wraith, lurked close to the altar, just beyond the mirror. It had been for the longest time, watching her every move till it found her weakness. Patiently waiting for the right moment to strike. The candles flickered as she stood before her image in the mirror.
    As High Priestess Kahina stood before the mirror, adjusting her head-dress, and admiring her features, her powers lay dormant. The very essence of her spiritual strength, meant to protect the temple and its relics, had progressively dulled in the face of her growing excessive pride in her appearance. The wraith sensed its opportunity. With a gush of dark energy, it pushed past the barriers between worlds.
   The mirror freely moved like disturbed water, but High Priestess Kahina, lost in self-admiration failed to notice. In one move, the wraith burst fourth its glassy prison. High Priestess Kahina gasped, stumbling backward as the ethereal form materialized before her.
    Before she could summon her dormant powers, the wraith darted across the chamber, it's spectral tendrils reaching for an ancient relic displayed on a nearby mounting.
    No...noooo! The High Priestess Kahina cried, but it was too late. The wraith's touch sent the relic crashing to the floor, shattering into a thousand glittering pieces. A deafening silence fell over the temple, broken only by a low ominous rumble. From the broken pieces of relic, a dark mist began to rise and a voice like grinding stone echoed through the chamber.
    At last, I am free! Growled Yokatari the fallen angel; the prince of the devils. His presence filling the temple with an oppressive aura.
    The High Priestess Kahina fell to her knees, the weight of her failure to protect the temple crushing down upon her. Her power flickered weakly within her chest. Yokatari's presence was weakening her. 
    As Yokatari's laughter shook the very foundations of the temple, the high priestess realized the terrible price for her self-obsession, and the grave danger she had unwittingly unleashed upon the world.
    My dear priestess, Yokatari whizzed, his voice a harmony of temptation. High Priestess Kahina's eyes widened, her body trembling as she felt an inexplicable pull towards the demon. Now, raising her head to see for herself, the fallen angel. Yokatari's form shifted, becoming more enticing, his energy a release of temptation and darkness. Blinded by the beauty of the man before her, all her worries about his appearance seeming grotesque vanished.
     He was nothing close to scary he was indeed the most beautiful appearance to walk through earth. He invited himself in, with an appearance resembling that of man - yet - in his true form he was nothing close to a mortal man.
His true face will make one turn blind and tremble in fear. In his element, he is not to be seen. Two long hard horns, curled at the tip, grew straight out of his forehead. Long thick dreaded hair grew from his head. A light shined on his forehead and one from his heart; a dull orange color with a dashing yellow inside.
    His clothing a dark heavy material with a scent to easily give up your soul for worldly desires he could easily grant. He easily hypnotized you to desire him. His nails are black and crusty but suits his taste for tearing through the hearts of men. Your vanity has already led you astray, he whispered, moving close to her. Why not indulge in something far more....intoxicating?
   High Priestess Kahina felt her will crumble, her mind in a state of fear is suddenly being replaced by desire. Yokatari's aura pulsed with dark sensuality, was breaking down her final defenses.
    Yes, High Priestess Kahina breathed, her eyes glazing over as Yokatari's influence took hold. His face shaped to perfection. His jet black curly short hair shining. His eyes a color to match his handsome face that shone with the illusion of roses to his sides, creating the sense of a romantic aura that he wanted to sway the priestess with and keep her weak.
She was hypnotized by his presence and could not snap out of it. She knew something was wrong but nothing felt wrong with the sight before her. His lips curved perfectly sitting on his face; pink was their color, soft and tender as they rested on his beautiful face. His skin tone showed richness in itself for belonging to him.
   Will he touch me? No... I'm too pure for that.. but why? Why do I feel I will strip my righteousness just for his touch....one touch...once will be enough then I will banish him back to hell and never speak of it to anyone, she thought.
     She felt her body aching to pounce on him and embrace him with the longing she had kept. A desire that was new to her but she could not quite figure out where it came from.
  His body was dressed in a dark thick leathered suit armor, on his shoulders a red leather belt sat perfectly that held his sword. The source of his power. It's here...I've seen it. I will destroy it today, she muttered as her eyes moved from his face to his sword.
His silver sword-shaped earrings dangled from both his ears. His style was dark, seductive and hard to resist. He reached out, his hands gently caressed the air near High Priestess Kahina's neck.
    She let out a soft moan. Closing her eyes partly as she felt an electric arousal grip her. Both of their eyes now locked in a deep gaze.
    She wore golden face ornaments that brought a distinct ancient beauty that appeased Yokatari.
     Now my marionette, let us send a message to your king. A vision that will shake the very foundations of this realm, the nation of Alkebulan will fall! Placing his hands on High Priestess Kahina's temples, Yokatari channeled his infernal power through her. The high priestess gasped, her back arching as terrifying images flooded her mind.
What is happening? What am I doing? I have been touched by darkeness. The King mustn't know...no one shall know! Her mind raced with words her mouth could not say.
     Mmh, I shall now make you one of my women, Yokatari said. She has never been touched before and the priestess's divine nature is to stay purified. He knew it would anger the gods and he was vengeful.
Slowly, he made his way with his hands around her breasts, her nipples pierced through her robe. She let out soft moans. He then held her by the neck in a tight grip. He lifted her up with his hands still around her neck. She briefly summoned her dormant powers and she snapped out of his hypnotism.
  Help me! Somebody help me! She let out a loud cry. Unfortunately, they flickered and died.
    The high priestess now struggling to loosen the grip came to her senses. Be gone demon! She said barely making a sound. I do not...ehm...fear you. Yokatari tightened his grip around her neck, she was struggling to breathe and survive.
Yokatari was enjoying to see her struggle against his beastly strength, now that she was fully conscious. You already know that once a priestess is touched by darkness they are exiled from the temple, right? So, don't fight hard because I will devour your purity. It has been a long time, he said this while loosening his grip. The high priestess's body was now on the floor. Shaking and in disbelief.
     No...let me go, please do not use me to unleash chaos into the world, the high priestess begged.
With his hands, one pinning her body down, and the other used to tear her robe into half spreading her nakedness before his eyes.
     Her beautiful breasts sat perfectly on her chest. Massive and soft they felt through his hands. Her waist was the perfect size, as his eyes narrowed near her womanhood, she let out a sharp scream.
    Stop!.....stop it...do not do this please, she said almost in tears.
   Yokatari, his ears turned deaf, looked into her eyes and eased her tension. She was now relaxed. Her eyes begging him to do with her as he pleased.
He slowly lifted his fingers, his eyes still locked on her, he pushed his hands between her thighs squeezing the sweetness out of her. He slowly rubbed her and enjoyed listening to her softly moaning and enjoying his pleasure.
He increased the tempo and stuck his fingers between her soft wetness. He was playing with her soft, pure bottom lips and imagining her burst with pleasure. She is now mine, Yokatari said as he enjoyed seeing the high priestess take in his pleasure.
He stopped, the high priestess begged for more but he refused. He was not interested in fulfilling her desires but his own. She was just a stepping stone. A luck that got him when he caught her off guard only to use her.
   I'm glad I got out just in time before you beseeched the gods. I tricked you into thinking it was from the gods but you underestimate the power of thyself, one that was trapped in your presence. When the king summons you, tell him there will be war. Tell him you will need to perform the ancient ancestral fusion ritual.
You will tell the king there is no time to wait, for the gods to bestow the four chosen ones that will posses the elemental magic; every one thousand years, four souls that will guide the nation, are reincarnated with abilities to control fire, water, earth and air. You will tell him to call upon the spirits of the warriors before. That will be the solution. He said this and vanished.
    The first seeds of chaos had been sown, and the world was on a brink of conflict between the realms of the living and the dead.
                                         
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