The Last Rudra

Chapter 86 - An Invitation



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Vartian Spells: 

They are commands uttered in Spirit-Tongue (Sanskrit). However, no commoner could articulate them even if he learns Spirit Tongue somehow. I mean he can not pronounce them correctly, for it requires a special spirit-path. Or if spiritualists are to be believed when a wielder utters a spell, his brain emits waves that communicate spirit, the energy with sentience.  This hypothesis explains why master wielders are able to cast spells without uttering them. The effect of a spell depends on the wielder's mastery over this spirit- path and of course, on his power level too. Moreover, different spells require different power levels. Owing to this reason spells are graded into the following categories: 

1. One-star spells: Most basic ones. Like locking and unlocking a typical chest; generating fire, water, and lightning, etc. Any school goer after some practice can cast them. 

2. Two-star spells:  Beginner apprentice level spell, a bit advanced. Like manipulation of matter; commanding lightning, wind, water, and fire; etc;  charming inanimate things. 

3. Three-star spells:  Middle or late apprentice level spells. Like casting dark spells or so-called curses. Charming puppets, instruments, etc. 

Beyond these three levels --lies a realm that needs a deeper insight into the laws of nature. Summoning of Sāṁvartaka fire by Ankha was such an example. Controlling minds (evil curse). We will discuss them in detail in the coming chapters.

Moriyan Hexes: 

As Moriyan Gazis don't use spirit, so their hexes don't use spirit -tongue. Their hexes are based on the lost art of Wizards. They use so-called true names to command wind, water, fire, lightning, stone, etc. 

True names most of the time are nothing but some obscure sounds.  Not every gazis can utter these sounds. They need to assimilate the souls of different spirit birds, called songbirds, to be able to articulate different curses. Birds like -Mynahs, Lyrebirds, Mockingbirds, Starlings (Their ability at mimicry is so great that strangers have looked in vain for the human they think they have just heard speaking someone.), Corvids ( ravens); Canary; Cockatoos; monk parakeet and many more. Some of them are rare to find. Several of them have the power to kill a trained Gazi easily, thus making it very hard to get their souls. 

This is the reason, wizardry, which requires casting hexes, is supposed to be very hard, and costly. That was also the reason, Kasma felt grateful towards his master Jora. The old man had gifted him a Corvids's soul, one of the rarest songbirds, and the best bird for casting evil hexes.

Note: The evil curses used to be despised by the sorcerers of Kemet, as they have severe backlashes on the caster's soul. The extensive uses of such curses blackened the caster's soul, thus slowly turning him into a devil with no shred of humanity left in his icy heart.

Some famous evil jinxes, popular among Moriyans (of course a few Gazis could cast them). 

Ventus Statica: Only Gazi who had fused with a Corvids' soul or a Starlings' soul can could it. The curse could freeze the air present in the target's body, thus paralyzing his ability to speak or breathe. And if it was not removed soon, it could kill him within in a half pala (24 seconds). 

Imperium: Only Gazi with a starling's soul could cast them. The victim of this curse used to become the slave of the caster. Kasma, Tara, and Mukha( the courtier of Oman) were under this curse. This curse needed a special ritual along with the spell. 

Furtum Anima: The most basic and the vicious one, too. Moriyan priests used to teach this curse to every gazi during the baptism ceremony. With the help of this hex, a gazi extracted the souls of spirit beasts. 

There are many spine-chilling hexes. We will encounter them one by one during our journey in Mazia. 

The working of these hexes will be discussed with the journey of Onish. 

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When Kasma reached the ghost wood tree, he couldn't help but wonder If Nuha had finally taken pity on him. Because he hadn't encountered any major threat on his way to the hollow tree.

The Moriyan slave checked his surrounding, and the seal he had left on the tree before leaving for the lake. It was still intact, so he entered the small hollow. He had to be quick. The nymphs must have realized by now that their youngest sister had gone missing.  They would be madly searching for her. 

Kasma gently put down the sleeping beauty on the earth. Her supple body was cotton soft.  He had long undone the Ventus -Statica hex and cast the serpentis impedio hex ( a sealing hex) on her,  for he needed the heart of an alive water-nymph.

Though the maiden had yet to come around, Kasma, from her calm sweetly scented breathing, could see she had survived the evil curse.

Her inviting supple lips still had a tinge of blue- a sign that the effect of the sinister hex had yet to recede. Kasma felt her apple cheeks, they were warm and as soft as butter.  He couldn't help but gulp down.

Sprawled on the floor unconscious, the half-naked nymph was so appealing that the Moriyan didn't know when his hand slipped into her blouse, searching for the mounds hidden beneath her see-through white saree. The flowery scent of her body acted as a powerful aphrodisiac; it overcame the sanity of the Moriyan. He tore down the thin layer of fabric which was teasing his hungry eyes. The sight made his nose bleed. 

At this very instant, the nymph's eyes stirred open. The deep ocean blue eyes seemed confused for a moment as they gazed at her defiler's flushed face. And then, as soon as she conceived her situation, an utter horror flooded her watery eyes. She tried to get up. But the Moriyan sealing hex had already sealed away her strength, so only she could do now was to watch with an aghast look, as Moriyan's hand traced her carves, carefully scouring every rise and fall to the lush grassy land hiding unexplored cavern.  Kasma glanced into the teary ocean blue eyes filled with despair blended with rage. He couldn't stop himself from bending and drinking the quivering coral lips. 

He couldn't help but moan with pleasure. In his 22 years long life, he had never tasted something so delicious. His tongue slipped into the smallmouth and began to battle with sweet meaty cherry, hiding in the juicy den.

In Moriya, among Gazis, the despairing look of a maiden was considered a reward. The Moriyan slave hurriedly torn off his tunic and trousers. His body was jiggling as he noticed the nymph going red while her eyes blurring with salty tears. 

Kasma was not a newbie as he was ten years ago when Jora had offered him his first reward. The slave, who had just entered into boyhood, had no idea how to handle a woman let alone a maiden. When the lass cried out, he had backed away apologizing. The old man still teased him for his dumbness. 

Kasma gently picked up the nymph's feather-soft feet. and began sucking her toes, while tingling them with his thirsty tongue. Then, he slowly moved towards the pliable thighs, tracing the milky and hairless legs. He slowly parted the quivering legs, revealing the cherry. He lowered his head and began to play with the palatable folded lips. When they turned into rose petals soggy with morning dew, he gently, and slowly rubbed them with his hot test rod. The maiden's face, dowsed with tears, was as red as the setting sun of Hira. Her mound had tightened. 

With his ten years of experience, Kasma could tell the nymph's body was ready for the further tease. 

So he laid his well-chiseled, sweat-stained chest on the perky mounds, bit gently the hot lips, and without any warning thrust his rod into the warm tight hole. 

The nymph's body shuddered underneath him. Kasma knew what he had to do. He didn't move his test rod. He left the inextinguishable burning lips and gently began to lick the nymph's eyes.  Drinking the salty tears. Gradually the tension in the nymph's body soothed down. 

Kasma gently pulled out his burning rod, which was now stained with virgin blood. 

In the heat of passion, what the Moriyan slave did not notice was bluish energy entered into his body. An ancient curse, long forgotten to mankind, marred his already blackened soul. 

Kasma continued to feast on the flesh of Ullis's daughter for a mahurta.  Filling the ravaged cave with his thick milk again and again. When he had enough, he took out his dagger. And before of the already dulled eyes of the nymph, he cut open her milky chest and carefully took out her thudding heart. The blood-stained organ was glowing with faint blue light. The Moriyan swiftly sealed away his prize and placed it inside his magical moriyan ring. The ocean blue horrified eyes were gaping at him. He kissed the supple lips once more as he cast the Furtum Anima curse. The formless wispy head appeared above his head. It opened his mouth and devoured the nymph's soul. Kasma's face twisted as the sharp pain stabbed his soul. 

Gradually, the pain subsided, a sharp fiery glow appeared in his eyes as he rose to his feet. He glanced at the ravaged body of the nymphs. It caught fire. Kasma flew out of the hollow and rushed towards Minaak. 

He was late.....

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