Red Blood
The Divulgarea de Sine
Divulgarea de sine \= Self-Disclosure (Transylvanian, Romanian)
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In the dark of the night in the unknown wilderness boils down to the constant sound of owls pitting each other, accompanied by the blue light of the moon that almost becomes a semicircle, the moon, Ilfina and the others walked over a bit in a hurry. Surely the girl impatiently wanted to get out of this forest to meet Taring immediately. The guy from earlier made him nervous.
“No,” said Miria, “we can not continue the journey.”
“What do you mean?” Ilfina still continued walking even if the herd behind her stopped.
“Ilfina, we will continue the journey tomorrow morning. For now, we'd better camp here.”
“We have to keep going. Come on we're getting closer to Taring, later if he goes again how?”
“Taring is fine now, he himself said. If you continue to force the existing journey you endanger all of us,” Ula opposes, “think of our circumstances as well, do not just think about your feelings.”
“Whose words am I just concerned with my feelings? I'm worried about the only person who could be the savior of—“
“Blablabla. We're sick of hearing your prank. During this journey we continued to follow your will, but now it's your turn to follow us. Don't be so selfish.”
“Egois ... me? Selfish? Do you think I can't protect you at night like this? Admit it, without me you'd all be dead by now. If I want I can leave you all at this time also—“
Plaque!
Miria slapped the veiled girl, “Ilfina, sorry but you've gone too far. This is not the one you know. What exactly happened to you?”
Ilfina squeezed her hand withstanding emotions, unstoppable tears slowly falling dripping down her cheeks. She squandered in Miria's arms, “forgive me. Since this afternoon somehow my feelings are not calm. I'm so worried. I don't know how else to get rid of this feeling.”
Miria actually felt the same way. But the feeling of worry he had was not as strong as Ilfina felt. As a fellow woman, Miria hugged Ilfina tightly with her six hands trying to ease the now unstoppable emotions. A single tear fell from Miria's eyes shortly afterwards.
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The fangs are now being guided by a group of people in orange uniforms with the head cover tapered upwards like a triangle. It was very similar to the members of heretical sects who were conducting ceremonies. The body of the fangs hung on a pole that was being carried by them towards the edge of the abyss in reverse.
Taring's legs and hands are still broken while his body is full of knife incision scars. As soon as he opened his eyes, it appeared that Emperor Hima was sitting on a practical throne which was now also supported by his men who wore the same clothes. Unless the emperor's position was much more relaxed by sitting comfortably on a cushioned moving chair.
Doni walked beside the Taring that was hung upside down. After a good look it turned out that the members of the entourage who were lined up at the back were far more than expected. Everything lined up neatly filled the path in the middle of the forest towards the edge of the abyss. Some carried small flags bearing the image of Orcs walking beside the emperor. What do these people have to do with these beasts?
“Oh, you're aware, yes?” Doni.
“Where are we going? Why are so many people behind?”
“This is just a monthly custom ceremony that we used to do. We will march the people who are made offerings towards the abyss that is ahead there in crowds. My mom loves this show the most. Every time we made an offering, He the High One would give the emperor a pile of gold and food. That's why our village is so prosperous.”
After Doni spoke they arrived at the edge of the abyss under which the fiery lava blazed full of red light. The emperor's palanquin was lowered and then the crowd of all present bowed towards the Great Being who was next to the ravine.
Next to the ravine, there was a higher plain perched sitting a black figure. There are two guards on his right and left. The huge figure was stepping on a sack that somehow contained what. In fact, around him a lot of puffed bags are not clear which adds to the mysterious impression.
Emperor Hima spoke loudly, “wahai Vidlan, the Great Orc. We have come to give you a voluntary offering tonight. We hope Your Majesty is willing to accept our offering.”
Orcs at the top of the cliff applauded, he laughed, “Kra-kra-kra. I love your loyalty. It fetch.”
He threw two gold sacks and several piles of rice, wheat, and grains at the emperor. Fortunately everything he threw was not falling into the lava, or at least about the emperor himself. His head must have been crushed.
“Thank you very much for the blessing you have given the Great Orc. Bring the show here!”
Then Taring went forward together with his two carriers, the venerable “Vidlan, I present, Taring.” Said the emperor while bowing.
Everyone present there glanced at Taring who was now laughing happily full of sarcasm with shudder in horror. No one had ever blatantly insulted the Great Orc directly in front of the face. Surely Vidlan would be furious for bringing such insolent sacrificial material.
“It is fitting that I see so many ugly-faced statues adorning the village. Don't you have a better model? I mean, the look of this thing is gonna make anyone have a nightmare. And what's that on your big nose? What is snot?”
“LACK!”
Vidlan jumped from across the cliff to Taring. Doni instantly shut the white-haired man's mouth to stop talking.
“Inspect our noble. This guy has no ethics. She is not from our village, I met her yesterday in the forest.”
Thump!
Doni bounces off receiving a kick from Vidlan's big foot, “so you mean you're sacrificing people from outside the village? Didn't he? This is not the deal. The gifts you bring must be from among your own! That way you can prove how loyal you all are to me! But what does this mean? How dare you sacrifice someone else, whose mouth is as dirty and disgusting as this. You guys try messing with me, huh?”
Hima came forward to protect her son, “no sir, not like that. Before we did sacrifice one of our own villagers. Only tonight we—“
“Don't listen to him Your Majesty,” Taring said still with a laugh, “the mouth of the woman is full of lies. Don't trust him.”
“DIAM! I'm not done with White Hair. You all heard! I'm being kind right now. Therefore in order to atone for your sins, tonight I ask for two sacrifices at once. Otherwise, I will send troops tomorrow morning to flatten all of you. And this time I will choose who deserves to be sacrificed, which is you, Doni son of the emperor.”
“WHAT? Nah! Not my son! Let me sacrifice myself.”
“DIAM! My decision cannot be interrupted!”
“It's okay Mother. If indeed I can save the village, I am ready to sacrifice.”
All those present there were touched by Doni's courage as prince of the emperor. He kissed his mother's hand as a filial son and then came forward valiantly without fear. It was a beautiful sight to see a young man who was willing to sacrifice being a hero at the expense of himself. Even Vidlan also acknowledged the courage of the boy. A very touching sight. Except Taring who had been holding himself back from vomiting saw the drama not clearly appear at the wrong time.
Seeing the movement of Doni like in slow-motion like in the movies makes him rotate the eyeballs.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Comeing! Jump up you two.”
Doni and Taring are now on the brink. They looked at each other and saw hot lava under their turbulent feet. Even if told to jump, Taring a little difficulty because he was still tied to the wooden beam. He tried to advance closer to the mouth of the cliff with great difficulty until jumping around indistinctly. His behavior made everyone there wait for quite a while.
“Sorry everyone, it looks like I need help. Doni, do you mind?”
Doni looked at Vidlan, the Orc nodding a sign letting him help untie the Taring. When about to release the rope, suddenly—
Cratchy!
“Argh!”
The fangs bite Doni's neck until it breaks. The entire blood he drank made the wounds all over the body heal instantly. All the blisters have closed back leaving no marks at all. Hands and feet that had been broken had been lying back in their respective positions. The fangs are in excellent condition.
Brak!
The entire rope that bound him was torn apart easily. He took out wings and flew high into the sky. His eyes glowed red in the darkness.
The emperor who saw his son cut off his head before his eyes could not react. His body trembled limply while covering his mouth restraining himself from vomiting. In contrast to Vidlan, he was instead amazed and a little afraid of seeing the winged burly figure above the blood-soaked sky.
From his mouth comes only one sentence ..., “who are you?”
“I am Taring, the prince of Vampires, son of King Kysta.”
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