Cravings

Solid intentions

Ordelade prayed to the gods every night to strike him down with vicious lightening and roast his body before his hideous soul can burn in the pits of Hell for eternity, but to this day the gods had ignored her pleas and the bastard still lived and could still kill. This enraged Ordelade beyond measure, especially because she knew that physically she was incapable of changing hers and the destiny of the fifteen other girls the High Priest will take sickening pleasure in hand- picking for that evil king Evigan- but if she could end that bastard's tortuous existence before the Eve Of The Witch's Eye, Ordelade would sell all her organs, even her soul to the Devil if that would ensure Evigan's death.

If she were a witch, he would have suffered fate a hundred times worse than any form of death.

The fragrance of death was palpable and flared her nostrils. The distant howls of Evigan's ferocious army of beasts the previous night erased any hope Ordelade had of surviving the selection like her mother and her three sisters. Death was in the air and mere hours away and Ordelade could just feel it in her bones that the High Priest's finger was going to point at her. Acceptance was painstaking, an excruciatingly painful death of every bit of happiness she had ever known.

But she had accepted… accepted what could be.

"These hours are not your last, I am not going to lose you, nysu mi yé (light of my life)." Her mother told her with staunch faith as she rocked her back and forth like she always did when she was a little girl during her moments of lamentation and woefulness.

Ordelade flexed her elbow and her fingers swept away her tears. She was done crying. If tears of his slaughters empowered him, Ordelade did not want to give him more power than she already had.

Nestling her head in her mother's neck and squeezing her tightly, Ordelade made a request to her plaintively. "Mother, please allow me to spend the night away, there is one experience I want to have before resigning my life to Arbayeka (collector of souls, the grim reaper)."

The sky was changing every hour, taunting that her life was ticking away. Right then and there, as she pinned her eyes to the indigo sky, she made a vow to the gods and a promise to herself.

Before King Evigan drives a dagger through her heart and death takes her, she will leave him with an unforgettable reminder of her short existence.