The Photon Hundred Percent

21.Rimedels

Kurger.

This place in the middle of nowhere is a place that is far isolated from human reason, falsely located under the sky mayapada, in this glorious sacred night without stars, all that seems is the entry of expensive cars into the high fence in a building style Grece Parthenon era, luxurious but a horror aura.

The people who got out of the car then quickly joined in, towards the ritual room, there was an altar on a bundled floor, just below the crotch of a giant idol named Omethir, a one-eyed demon statue with a tongue stuck between its long fangs, the atmosphere seemed to be diving with only a blaze of flames burning violently from the torch funnel located almost in the corner of the room.

A secret, closed society, where every guest who comes is required to cover their bodies using a black cloth robe, covering the head hidden behind a satanic skull mask, until each of them no one knows who gathered there at that time.

Except, a man standing in front of the altar, he was the only one who was already known to the people in the room, a great Dimpsith who always led the ritual, he said a loud prayer, sacredly glared eulogies, before the glaring one-eyed idols of the devil watching their pagan worship.

The body of the virgin, dressed in a white bridal gown, sprawled unconscious on the stone altar at the top of the dolmen, the great Dimpsith who had been at the close of his prayer, quickly pull out a dagger from his waist.

The weapon was suddenly cut off to the statue of Omethir, then he moved like a butcher approaching the sacrificial woman, at first his left hand stretched across the body of the helpless woman, from the tip of the foot until it reached his head, while his right hand, which was holding the dagger, was immediately pointed at the woman's neck, preparing to cut the dagger's eyes there.

But the Dimpsith had not yet slaughtered the sacrificial woman, the dagger slipped out of her hand, and her body staggered dying, she held her chest in stagger, as she looked at her own hand, she screamed hysterically, apparently the hand was covered in blood, the red liquid was splashed from his hollow chest, he fell down beside the altar, still lifeless.

The death of the great Dimpsith made the congregation noisier, and the crowd suddenly moved simultaneously away from a man of the same appearance as them. Presumably an intruder, he was still caught with his hands pointed towards the altar, it must have been him who had killed Dimpsith at the altar, but it was unknown what tricks he used, he said, because his hand was only empty without any weapons, but from the rest of his fingers, it seemed that something had been stamped, perhaps a pebble.

Among the dozens of humans there, no one dared to approach him, even when he had advanced towards the altar, just approaching the sacrificial virgin body, those people were just shouting like forbid, but there is no courage to do more.

"What are these fools doing, to this poor woman." he said, looking at the virgin who was about to be slaughtered, without wanting to linger, he immediately lifted the woman from the altar, when he intends to take her. Suddenly ....

"That's amazing!"

Someone was heard praising him, then followed by the sound of applause echoing, everyone looked at each other for the source of the voice, including the man at the altar who looked back for a moment, and he was surprised when he looked at the ceiling, there had been someone oddly standing upside down there.

The person's appearance was exactly the same as the other congregation, he was also black-robed, skull-masked, but what was strange was that his feet were unreasonably clinging to the ceiling, hanging like a bat.

"I can't believe there's a Calamity Seven who's infiltrated here" said the person on the ceiling.

"Who are you a circus guy? Get down from there, you don't look cool standing like that at all!" exclaimed the man at the altar, while lying the woman's body back to the altar.

"Who am I? I don't know, I don't even understand why you've been looking for me all this time."

"Oh, so you're the one, you must be Vileron, what a coincidence that you're here."

"Hahaha, if I saw how you killed that old Dimpsith, you must be Rimedel The Death Finger, the number five of Calamity seven, right! Greetings to my friend."

"Cihh, stop mentioning such a sequence of numbers, just so you know, those numbers don't describe the strength at all, except for just a marker of who first joined our group."

"Interesting, you're as confident as it looks."

"Come down here, how long will you hang on like that."

"Oh my friend, I'm not hanging up here at all, if you don't believe me, come up here."

The man above the ceiling flicked his finger, and then strangely the dimensions were turned back, dozens of people in the congregation including the man named Rimedel suddenly floated sucked up to the ceiling, and then suddenly he was taken to the ceiling, (more precisely falling up against the laws of nature) I don't know what really happened.

Like magic, which was once the floor has now been turned into a ceiling, and vice versa that was the ceiling has now turned into a floor.

"Damn you Vileron!" Rimedel cursed, as he tried to get up after falling thumping against the ceiling, he saw dozens of worshippers who had also hit the ceiling were now sprawled injured, and how shocked Rimedel was, he said, looking up, the idolatrous statue, the altar table, the funnel of the torch, and all the paintings on the wall, were now in an upside down position, hanging over the floor that had now become the ceiling.

"Well, it's obvious that I'm not hanging here, Death Finger."

"This cheap circus show doesn't impress me at all, motherfucker!" Rimedel immediately summed up the full force on the tips of his fingers, preparing to flick something.

The tutss!

It was roaring fast, snapped toward the target, but when the marble-sized metal ball-like object pierced through Vileron's body, Rimedel strangely screamed in pain, the metal ball anticlimacically pierced through his own body.

"Armghh!" He grimaced to his chest, just like Dimpsith who had died being pierced by the iron ball he had snapped.

"Ha, your marbles game is very interesting, Death Finger."

Rimedel in anger, again gathering all his strength, this time preparing to release four metal balls tucked in each crevice of his fingers. In one movement.

"Stop! It's free, unless you want to hole your own body with that marble."

Rimedel who had been trampled on by his pride clearly did not care, four metal balls were flicked at once towards Vileron, but instead of dodging, he did not move a single moment, he did not move, Vileron was like letting those deadly metal balls through his body.

And what happened exactly as before, Rimedel again screamed down, and before hitting the floor he could see the metal balls falling from all over his body, he said, the balls were rolling covered in their own blood.

"Geez! Too bad, if only you had followed my advice." Vileron.

"That's right! What kind of trick did you do?" Rimedel.

With a hollow body, in his normal perspective he looks down like a lizard on the ceiling, his vision begins to fade, and he sees Vileron has stepped closer to him, then it stopped when the tip of Vileron's shoe was right next to his face.

"Don't die, man, because the real show is just about to start."

That was the last sentence that Rimedel heard, before his eyes darkened perfectly, as his consciousness had given up on the pain he was suffering.

***

Sunday, 9 April 2017.

08:24 Morning, The Jasmine Blossom Resort.

Bernardina pulled a few times, before getting out of her bed on this colourful morning, and then headed to the bathroom to complete all morning humanely. Upon completion, she headed to Jocelin's room next to her, hoping to tempt her husband perhaps, but the room was empty, and there was no sign that it had ever been occupied by a human.

Looking at the empty television room, he decided to get out of the cottage, outside the quite crowded atmosphere, in the neighboring cottages neatly lined up next to his hut, tourists who also vacation at the resort look happy to enjoy their quality time, some are jogging, some are having breakfast on the veranda with their partners, and all sorts of things.

Meanwhile, he leaned only on the wooden pole at the end of the wooden porch steps, looking at all the activities of his neighbors, sometimes his eyes were worried to see the water froths of the rippling times in front of his hut, his feelings are not necessarily the direction of thinking about Jocelin, just a doubt, lest from last night he was left sleeping alone in this log cabin.

While waiting without a juntrungan, he decided to sit down, on a wooden bale on the porch, his eyes were very eccentric to the end of the road, hoping that Jocelin would emerge from there carrying a potion of nestapa's medicine, he said, and he soared to his feet with a blooming smile, when it was true that Jocelin looked real at the end of the street, walking casually carrying like two paper bags of groceries, one tote and one hugged. She quickly came down from the porch of the wooden stage, to meet her husband.

"Where from?"

"From the hotel, accompanying Father-in-Law for a bit of coffee, keep buying this" Jocelin said as she showed her all her luggage, some change of clothes, and groceries for breakfast.

"No, don't push me!"

"You sleep too fast, I can't wake you up."

"But, I also want to take a morning walk."

"Yes, we're done breakfast, we're out for a walk. Well, by the way, can my wife cook?"

"I'll try." With overflowing confidence, Dina took over a paper bag filled with bread and vegetables.

"Good!" Jocelin immediately grabbed her hand, holding her way into the kitchen.

While heating the pan with oil, Bernardina also washed lettuce, tomatoes and cucumbers, while Jocelin helped her cut the bread, but the sound of the phone in the pocket forced her to put the knife for a moment.

The call was very secret presumably, because for the sake of lifting it alone Jocelin should make sure Dina in the kitchen could not hear the conversation, then when it was on the porch, the phone was affixed to the ear.

"Hey Nic's! Howwasyourjourney? The warm sun on a tropical island is very healthy, isn't it?"

"Later to discuss it, there are other things that are no less important to discuss."

"Why my friend, are you so nervous like that?"

"You haven't received a message from Bogdon?"

"Oh sure, since I didn't want to, I said that he shouldn't bother me just yet, at least these two days."

"Yes, I deserve it!"

"What made Bogdon tease you so early."

"On Rimedel."

"Oh what's with that young man?"

"You know what he did at the Kurgers?"

"Yes, he was there to investigate the disappearance of some women in the region lately, seemingly related to the activities of a heretical sect called Ernesis there."

"But you know that Vileron was there too?"

"Vilersons?" Jocelin suddenly fell silent.

"Yes Vileron, he was there, and that stupid Rimedel recklessly challenged him alone."

"What the hell!"

"And now we don't know if he's alive or dead."

"Oh my God, how reckless, I'm so sorry Nic, has sent him there."

"What's your plan now? If you want, I don't mind postponing my vacation."

"No my friend, Vileron is very dangerous, believe me, dealing with him will make you troubled, so let me just finish this, hopefully it's not too late."

"You sure you don't need help?"

"For now no Nic, just enjoy your vacation, wait for news from me next."

"Oh yes already."

The international phone call was immediately turned off, and when he turned over, on the doorstep he found Bernardina looking at him with a dim face, presumably his wife had indeed been standing there for a long time, hearing all the talk of Jocelin earlier, when she was about to reprimand him, the woman just gawked inside.

He went into the room, Jocelin who did not care about his feelings then followed him, but in the room Jocelin smiled, touched his heart saw Bernardina was preparing all the formal clothes that had become her daily uniform.

Jocelin was silent when his wife was also involved in helping him wear the formal suit, until when Bernardina tightened the knot tie, then Jocelin opened his voice.

"Sorry Honey! There's an urgent matter that makes me have to leave, maybe a little while, in the meantime, you go home with Papa and Ramon alone yeah, I'll inform them at the hotel immediately."

As if she didn't care about Jocelin's words, Dina instead dismissed her worries, she said, "This guy named Vileron, is he very dangerous? why I don't feel good."

Jocelin fell silent, the question forced her to sigh heavily.

"The balloon? Hm! He's just a prankster with a lack of work, I'll teach him a lesson" he continued later.

Bernardina, who knew that Jocelin was just a comforting mood, was even more anxious, "What time is it?" tanyakanya.

"Maybe it's a little night, wait in our house, don't forget to prepare a nice dinner for your husband."

"Our house?"

"Well, Mr. Willian will take you somewhere, let him explain."

Dina who did not understand just sighed heavily, then she moved away from Jocelin, "Be careful!" the whisper is unwilling.

Jocelin pulled her back closer, pushed her chin up, then without warning landed a kiss, the woman was closed, and when she opened her eyes again, Jocelin was no longer in front of her.

"Go away, leave breakfast!" his gerrymandering was upset.

***