Kali's Field of Nightmares

important notice to the reader! This short story explores the psychological effects of sexual assault from a supernatural perspective; as well as contains descriptions of acts of violence!

Prologue

The vampire are nothing more than a myth created by The Necromancy factions to conceal the secrets of their craft. It is Shadow Magic in its most raw and potent form. The art was originally used to combat tyranny; however, after the teachings were stolen and prevented by the infamous Vlad the impaler, the craft and its sciences was deemed as a threat by the Dark Paladins and was purged to near extinction by the late 1800s ( Adamic Calendar).

Grimoire Diary of Lady Kali- The last “vampire”

ACT I

the tower and the queen of cups

Revenge has taken over the mind of Al Solomon whose soon to be wife, Rachel Quetzal and his best friend Roberto Lee lives were taken by the street level enforcers Slumlord Bill “Thuggie” Whateley. His high school sweetheart whom accepted his marriage proposal was kidnapped an forced into a forbidden sex ritual; leaving her pregnant with the demonic seed of Slumlord Whateley, while Lee was murdered for overhearing the evil intentions while conducting illegal business with Slumlord Whateley. Al now in his late 20s had turned to the occult to find his weapon of revenge. His crafts of choice Shadow and Chaos Magik. Reading volumes of books and digesting countess lectures and digital content on the subject; yet at best all the tortured soul could conjure were mild hexes that merely ended with temporary incarceration of the Slumlord's goons. Sup par results the destined paranormal anti-hero often thought; when he would read, watch or he by word of mouth; that members of the Slumlord's gang were taken into custody; a night after Solomon had conducted excruciating spell work.

Urban Legends of a vampire terrorizing the criminal underworld of New Canton village; the Chinatown of New Miskatonic County, had reached the ears of young AJ Solomon. Renting a room located in the heart of the Reparative Territory AJ set out to find this arcane nemesis; with the hope of sharing in the allegedly dark power. According to the reports the victims of who the news papers were calling Lady Kali, were Human traffickers and sex offenders; something that greatly appealed to AJ's shattered and scared emotions.

Closing the energetic projection on his Abzunese crystal device; The urban Combat Wizard Shamballah Alhazred had his fill of Pre-Adamic history for the day; a prerequisite for his next level of Arcane combat, weather-mancy. Also known as Chaotic Geomancy, and storm magic, this discipline can not be taught by a physical teacher. Chaotic Geomancy requires the user to feed on power generated by the deepest of emotions. Born my the Nameless Shadow Magic Master himself; the powerful art was sealed by its developer, to ensure that the power could not be misused by users of Necronomicon teachings. If a user of Chaotic Geomancy were to empower a storm spell using hatred, said user would eventually be consumed and destroyed by their own tainted arcane energy.

four months later…

AJ had finally established connections with local occult groups;using the Alias Shamballah Alhazred, the name of his childhood hero. Learning that Lady Kali lives in the graveyard on Han Sho road, roughly 20 minutes outside the Reparative Territory.

However, all who dared to come to her without a worthy cause usually became a permanent resident of the cemetery; earning the location the nickname Kali's field of Nightmares.

“Kali is at war with the Triads here…she was once sacrificed as your love was….but she lived.”

“She will test you greatly before she comes to you…but I sense that she already has.”

The restaurant owner concluded.

The statement left Solomon speechless; the question erupted from the depth of his soul; yet he dared not ask.

“Was the death of Rachel and Roberto a tribute to Lady Kali and not the demon Yagsathoth?”

AJ asked himself over and over; for what felt like an eternity but was in reality a matter of seconds.

“XieXie Ting.”

AJ replied simply meaning thank you.

sunset that evening….

Arriving at the cemetery AJ held his talisman as it dangled around his neck. Walking through the dark cemetery gate, onto the parents walk way; Solomon observed the beautiful Hui Chinese architecture throughout the site.

“Alhazred “ herd footsteps approaching him.

Behind a group of tombstones emerged four masked men dressed in all black.

Drawing his twin hex guns gifted to him by The I ching cult “Alhazred “ took aim at the group of four. One of the four masked men seemingly vanished. Before AJ could conceive if what he saw was real a fire erupted next to him; as the vanished masked man emerged from the flames withdrawing his own twin pistols. A hexgun fight broke out between the two; as the remaining 3 masked attacked “Alhazred “ in hand to hand combat. Each combatant proving to be “Alhazred's” equal in skill.

ACT II

a bite of passion

MAY 5TH, three weeks later..

Lady Kali was quite pleased with her most recent catch. Unlike other poor souls; this one was able defeat his own amplified Shadow demons. Although not unscathed and nearly beaten within an inch of his life,

“This Shamballah Alhazred emerged victorious.”

Lady Kali thought to herself as she observed the unconscious tortured soul. Undressing him and tending to his injuries; she covered him in the enchanted red cloak of Gilgamesh; a trophy she acquired after her victory of Vlad the impaler from the Khanate of Mongolia.

“Alhazred “ awoke slowly from his 3 week slumber dazed and confused; he was unaware that his opponents in the graveyard were his own demons made manifest. Sitting upright he focused his eyes on the beautiful woman that squared infant of him her eyes reflected both the beauty and violence of her ethnic Han appearance; as well as an innocence blanketing a deep profound wisdom. When she stood from her squatted position she stood roughly 4 feet and 7 inches to 5 feet tall, athletic in body type a far cry from what AJ had expected, considering her deadly reputation.

“The power you seek can not be used with the emotion of anger.”

She said as she tied her long silk textured hair on the top of her head .

“Hatred must be replaced with the will to protect something or someone sacred to you…when you think of that…what emotion do you feel Shamballah?”

Asked Lady Kali

Alhazred stood silent when questioned; Kali felt energetically his immediate answer, love.

Love was the emotion Alhazred felt when he thought of protecting someone or something sacred. The half fire genie rouge Sorceress could no longer deny the truth; Alhazred loved her just as much as she loved him, yet neither would verbally express it.

“Alhazred “ was unaware that the two of them became well acquainted during his unconscious state; courtesy of Lady Kali's telepathic gifts.

“She never deserved the love you gave her ….you waged War against the Necromancer clans …for her…..and in the end she became one of them…”

“Stop fighting me Alchemist. “

Lady Kali said softly as she place her hand on his heart Chakra.

“I have no desire to hurt you Shamballah…no need to conceal your fear from me…The dark wizards gave you the wrong foundation…..just as the Necromancers gave to me…my aim is to give you what you need…what none have even offered you.”

She continued as she mounted the subdued Alhazred as he lay helpless on his back. The suge of Jade light from Kali to Alhazred's now open heart Chakra drove itself directly to Shamballah's DNA.

“Shhhh…easy …easy…don't fight….let go…let it go…”

Lady Kali gently demanded as she cradled the broken soul of vengeance in her arms. Unable to hold his tears; the leaked on to Kali's neck and chest dripping down her cleavage to her tightly formed abdomen.

“That's it that is …let go let go baby…don't fight…don't fight me baby.”

The urban rouge Necromancer instructed softly as she held him tightly kissing the top of his curly head of black hair. With the right side of his neck exposed Kali's beautiful almond shaped brown eyes began to glow with the forbidden Jade light. Kali continued kissing Alhazred from top of the right side of his face; eventually opening her mouth on Shamballah Alhazred's brown sugar colored neck. Swirling her tongue on to his skin placing his face firmly on her firm breasts; Lady Kali sank her fangs into Alhazred's neck the instant she felt his pulse increase from her placing the hickey on his neck. The intimate and Almont sensual experience left Alhazred in sensory overload as the two souls merged; awakening every dormant arcane code in his DNA.

ACT III

an anti-hero's journey

As the avenging spirit stood over the defeated Slumlord; it was clear that Whateley was completely dominated by his demonic nature. In which case taking his life at this point would go beyond the protection of a sacred love. Only forgiveness, then kill only if attacked would be the option for Aj alias Shamballah Alhazred should take if he were to avoid becoming an entity of the night. Closing his eyes tightly; in attempts to calm his mind and walk away. The demonic nature of the Slumlord sensing this began to hurl insults and the conflicted soul.

The insults stung Alhazred like snake venom;and without thinking drew his claws and slashed through Whateley's chest launching his body backwards. The Slumlord's blood became black as his demonic nature had complete taken over;but due to the half demon Slumlord was not demonicly mature his death was eminent. His body rapidly began to decay as the sulfuric stench of his demon blood filled the dark alley way.

The Advent of demonic bloodshed triggered an immense storm. A storm Lady Kali observed from the cemetery in tears; as she knew the sign that the storm signaled. The love she sought for so long had chosen hatred of love; revenge over forgiveness; now he will face the ultimate test; breaking the shadow curse by the force of his will. A feat she herself had never witnessed; but experienced in the dreamland observed the birth of her lover.

Epilogue

Meanwhile outside of the alleyway…

A mysterious figure sat in an all black SUV; watching to opening of the Alleyway with intense focus

“Dr. Armitage do you have eyes on the subject?”

A voiced asked of the vehicle's speakers.

“Subject has began to transcend..I'm awaiting movement before apprehending….and I hope these recent events have proven my thesis correct…..A clone indeed can practice magic as well as have a soul…I only find it ironic that he would take on the name of the very Wizard I cloned him from…..Shamballah Alhazred king of mages….I would like the High Court to also know that same process Enlyl used to create Kali is not lost at all….I HAVE REPRODUCED IT!”

To Be Continued?