Painful Memories

Vengeful Rage (Part 3)

In her memory, there Banshee stood seeing the men arguing what to do with Vaggie's body. She knelt looking at the young woman who was once like a daughter to her. They body beaten and bruised from Familia who was supposed to be there to take care of her. Instead, they brought pain and suffering to her. The goddess teared up, holding the body close to her the best she could since the others were too busy bickering to each other. Such anger and hate came into Banshee's heart. She remembered feeling this before from the death of her son. She wondered why mortals were so cruel to one another. Was it just a survival tactic or was it for the joy of their own entertainment? A death should not be celebrated this way. It should be a sad yet happy occasion, but these mortals were more worried about going to jail for a death they caused. 'Such a disgrace', Banshee thought to herself, 'none of you deserved her. Not even I."
She laid down the young girls body standing back up glaring over at the men laughing at an old story of how the mother of the Familia died. "At least she's lighter than the old perra was," the eldest man said, "she was a such a joda." The other boys laughed agreeing with him. Banshee stood there as her anger grew stronger and stronger trying to keep it under controlled.
"Mama was so weak," one boy said, "she didn't even fight back. Vaggie gave us a hell of kicking and screaming." The goddess eyes widen, her breath became deeper hearing such appalling and disrespectful language about the women in their Familia. Banshee knew she had to hold back her emotions, but they were fighting back so hard. No one, not even criminals, should be talked down in such a manner. She held her head hard trying so bad to stay calm. "Should we even bury her," another asked their father.
"She doesn't deserve a burial," The father took out a cigar looking at the body that was once his daughter, "she was such an ungrateful perra...just like her mother. We'll do what we did to her as well. Tirarla al mar." Banshee's eyes widen looking up. 'No,' she thought, 'they can't do that. They can't throw her to the sea like that. I.... I....'

The goddess couldn't take it anymore. The emotions were too much for her. She stood up with her eyes covered in a bright glow of red making herself appear before them. The men turned seeing a woman with flowing white hair and a black dress glaring back at them. They heard legends of this woman, never really believed any of them. The elder man walked slightly forward looking at her, "So myths are true. La Llorona I presume?" Banshee stood there motionless knowing very well she wasn't really known this art of Central America. The man laughed, "You don't scare me little girl. Fantasmas don't scare me or my boys one bit." Little did he know, the boys knew who she was due to Vaggie's stories of her during dinner on some night. They thought she was kidding, but now the one and only guardian their sister spoke of was before them giving them such a hateful look filling the room with dread.
"You know extraordinarily little of me Señor," Banshee spoke in a deep echo, "if you had listened to your daughter more you would be shaking just as your sons are." She pointed to the boys behind him as the man did look seeing his son shake with fear. "I was Vagatha's Amiga imaginaria or as I call myself Guardiana espiritual. I protected her from you and your sickening ways. Now I see innocent blood spilt in the home of sin. Give me one good reason why I should spare you and your sons."
The man looked back at the woman with fear in his eyes now. Vaggie wasn't lying about her, that he now knows, but what could he say to save himself from a spirit like her? "Señora," he fell on his need begging, "we did not know of your existence until now. We thought.... I mean... my sons and I have so much to live for. To create Familias of our own."
"You had your chance to create a wonderful Familia of your own," she screamed at him starting to grow in height, "your sons don't deserve to continue your bloodline of abuse and hate towards those who only wish to care for you. Your Familia's bloodline ends today!!" The anger and echo in her voice grew darker and more disturbing as her height broke the roof of their home. She stood there 25 ft tall over them holding her hand over the men speaking only two words to them, "Sufrir cerdos..." Other spirits were summoned causing such destruction upon their home as Banshee controlled them to do so. The men stood no chance with the goddess' rage towards them as a loud shriek made their ears bled losing their hearing. They felt the ground shake beneath them holding their heads in describable pain from the shriek from the goddess.
Banshee's large hand pinned them down to the ground pushing on their chest harder and harder to make them suffer longer. She enjoyed seeing pain from their eyes knowing their fear and suffering was too much to bear. She didn't stop allowing green fire to escape from her other hand making the home around them crumble. She believed that a house of pain such as this, should not be allowed to stand. With one last push the crushed the men to their death hearing their screams escape their bodies. This pleased her very much shrinking back down to her normal height. Banshee picked up the young girl's body, cradling it as if she were only sleeping. She walked out with it allowing the house to burn behind her not looking back once.

The goddess later disguised herself as an elder woman walking down to the mortuary still with Vaggie's body in her arm. She walked in with the body going up to the mortician claiming to be a distant relative of hers, explaining she found Vaggie's body in the streets and didn't want the police to be involved. The man didn't ask questions, only did his job allowing a burial to take place that day. Banshee summoned up some money with her magic under the table paying for everything. The man did not wish to ask nor to speak of it to anyone. He only found this as an act of kindness and nothing more.
Once the body was laid to rest with the angel tombstone over it reading of Vaggie's name, birth and death date, and 'We'll never forget an Angel like her.' Everything was set and Banshee was satisfied, but she knew there was more to come. She knew there was going to be more pain than she gave to the mortals. She didn't care. She only wanted to give Vaggie what she earned, to be at peace.