From The Collections Of Rhye

The spectre of Reiki

Power- a confusing side effect of fighting through the maze you were put in.
The fight; my fight was all for my motives.
I suppose I was not overly giddy over the fact that all girls (not more than 16 winters old) were auctioned at the slavers market in city of Pioun Hou.
Oh! The evil that came through those door to buy us all off for god knows what, was a terrible prospect.
There were those who were stripped on a bare black marble, in contrast to your pale white skin and burning red hair. You could see the blatant need to satiate their lust and the want to own our bodies as their own, dripping from their salivating pompous faces.

But, once in a while, if someone managed to look further than these simple observations (someone like me), you'd see something beyond corruption - something that was born evil.

If some fat rich bastard managed to get his hands on you and carted you off to his lands, all the while having his way with you, until he gets bored and just discards you in his harem to now please his officials - you'd be the lucky one.

I wasn't.

I remember being carried off into the auction - the white guild flower expertly woven into my hair, my body scrubbed, cleaned, perfumed, and in chains.
Yet, I don't recall being sold.

What I do remember is pain - endless pit of pain and the patient politeness of the Reiki that had bought me.

They were over 3 centuries old at least. They wore the ceremonial white, indicating they were lord governors of the reiki lands.

Now, this wasn't about using me as a whore - no!

I was torn, a layer of skin at a time. My souls shattered every day, until I could not draw breath and it was finally over.
And it was so, until I was put back and torn apart - over and over again.
And then some more.

The pain is simply nominal as compared to the effect your soul bears on it being - molested and broken apart.
One after the other, the girls that were bought along with me, died. They were ground to dust, all eternal energy drained from them.

But these men - they had patience.
The reiki lords aren't your typical fat, pig headed men, with titles, rather, they combine the function of bureaucrats and priests.

They answer to no one - other then their eternal king ; their deity (the creator).

And how this 'king' rules you ask?
Well he or she (the reports vary) does so through possession of the keiki lords.
It's Funny how that worked out.

I never had the chance to ask them why they did what they did, because on the 21st day of my captivity - they broke me one last time, tearing into my soul and rearranging its energy.

My bones shattered, my meat tore itself from my frame and stitched itself back again and again.
Sadly, nothing materialized in accordance to their plans. It was time to put me back again, but, something went wrong - Something was out of place.

The skin that tore from my bones would not stay in its place, but it moved around taking forms of it's own. My frame kept shifting - for a moment I was only a head, the next I was myself, but with 4 hands.

My body was fluid - yet the reiki weren't deterred. They began their work on my soul, piecing what was left.
The pain was blinding, I moved in and out of my conscious self.
But they pushed harder, toying with my soul, trying to restore me into whatever they were trying to achieve.

I couldn't cry or wail - I was beyond that, but the hurt kept coming.

And then it all went black.

When I woke up - I saw a burnt city, surrounded by dead men - reiki men; The same that were my hosts.

At the centre was me - my body barely a whisper, shifting and twisting like the mist. Something had caused this - something had changed -
now, I felt a sudden surge of power within me - a power that seemed to have been born of consuming a city worth of souls.
It's funny how that worked out.