Mated To The Queen Of The Sea

This preacher’s memory would never leave my head!

Finally, I fell deep down inside the sea. It was fantasy on fantasy that, I was having in my unfunny travel down the cliff. Was that fall perpetrated by the ghost whites? Was I outsmarted?

Well, I didn’t know what caused the sudden throwdown not then or later.

I continued my deep thinking about Coldier, the Preacher. Where I stopped was where I took up from, the second time. Now, I remembered vividly that, he lost customers afterwards. The strangest thing that befell the preacher was that, his children collapsed the same day. And, that was actually the end of them.

When I was by the cliffside, I appeared like the “Fettered Lion” or the “Queen Bee.” But at least, I had fell off the hanging bridge!

I could point out from my reminiscence that, after the duo had their so-called sweet copulation that night, they both fainted.

It was a hardcore because, they did it with vigor and seriousness. They meant love to each other but didn’t know how to express it. There was no way one wouldn’t consider them inexperienced lover fools! They never knew what love was like I did, in my own lifetime.

And Patricia on her side, never even rethought of whatever aftermath could come, like the result of a Quadratic Equation. She too relished the taste of Coldier’s thrusts, which went for hours.

What shame befell them next!

These couple were forced to marry by the Court of The Blues. The judge threatened to sentence him to the forest of Azu, if he refused to take the responsibility of a husband, the woman and a father to the kids they would give birth to, later. And, Patricia too, was given a menace of murder and abduction, if she refused to accept that she wasn’t actually raped. She was also warned never to reveal the preacher to anyone, not even a family person not to talk of friends.

Coldier, the Preacher was now called the Rapist; that was the worst situation that came over him!

Mere thinking of this deceased man was disgusting, to me. I never loved to remember the next thing that happened after spices of events that flashed through my memory. I stood up from time to time whenever I recalled the climaxes.

The most surprising thing was that, this preacher was a tight friend of mine. He always asked me for advice but, I was small then. As small as I was, people still called me The Sage. But, I always ignored them.

Two minutes later, my phone beeped and I heard a ring, like that of an alert. What made my phone ring that loud?

It was an alert of a big money. And, it was from the company where I was working. They told me they won a contract of billions of dollars. They were tasked to monitor some cars in Ameladana, a white country.

Actually, it was forty million dollars!

I wasn’t too surprised about the money as, I didn’t want to go to confirm it in the bank with a withdrawal. I only stood up and started practising some feats in Shainzu (a type of dance fight that gave the performer some very strong powers to spring and bring the opponent down. As I was doing this, the clouds blackened.

And I looked up to see what was changing the chromatic skies to black, only to realize that it was an atmospheric demon (that lived in the atmosphere, higher and farther than the location of the main moon and near the sun).

This reminded me of Coldier’s ideology which said that, whatever came from the heavens had powers over the things on the earth as these things do too, the underworld. For instance, he said he could exorcise a demon from hell but, the principalities and powers above were not beings that only a single man would fight. He said, the saviour of the world never respected any demons though, but that he ignored the ones that lived under the first heaven where the ‘Only One’ is.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Well, the notion only encouraged me to do more Shainzu dance, as I began to derive strange strength as if I was empowered by some angel! It was fun as well as an Herculean task.

The reason I took my dance as a task was for what my grandfather told me many years ago. Before he died, he always tutored and trained me. This old man once asked me to put my two feet above my head from the front and turn the head back, which I tried to do a million times but never got! My grandfather, Pappo Reye, taught me some lessons about love. He mentioned that, real women are rare. Very rare, he stressed. Pappo Reye said since the day Adam was deceived by the woman, he discovered that women were actually scum, or something related to that. He moved on to say that, if women had gained wisdom from the Pandora, she wouldn’t have trusted the serpent and would never have eaten the fruit it offered alluringly. Pappo Reye revealed that the man didn’t rethink and added that he mismarried in his own time.

Actually, my grandfather married a scum, as he called it because, the woman was very deceptive, alluring, overcaring and too beautiful. Pappo Reye who was ordained by a Priest saw her on his way to the Osco Temple. The next thing I saw was this man staring uncontrollably at the woman’s buttocks. He curled his tongue sexily several times until the woman realized, herself and came to him. She was called Prigenta.

I was surprised this Coldier’s issue of a thing could birth another new memories of Pappo Reye and Prigenta. I already swerved away from the atmospheric demonic nonfiction.

So, Prigenta moved to my grandfather and admired him. Their discussion that very rainy day dawned on me like the roaring of a sudden thunder. I was even forced to sit down and I fell into a trance, seeing both of them chat all the way:

“Man, I think you are an oldie?” Prigenta asked interestingly.

“Yes, but don’t I look young at all?” Pappo Reye questioned.

“Well, you look like someone in his twenties or even, late teens and, I think I have a crush on you….” Now, my grandfather cut in bluntly.

“I guess you don’t know my age?”

“I am Prigenta, the River Kite… And, I am just a twenty three year old virgin from the Riverside of Shainzu.” Prigenta revealed.