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a sinful encounter
Jan. 16th, 2022 09:43 pmThere were lots of rumors about that small church just outside the village. One talked about ghosts, another spoke of illegal rituals and the more levelheaded people would say something about the building being old. And it has always been like that. A place avoided by older villagers while drawing in the curious, younger ones.
Of course, as a curious creature, Enkidu encourages that curiosity. They would applaud young humans to open books they should not read, utter words they should not speak out loud, complete rituals that should not be done in the first place. That is how humans are. Never sitting still, always finding new ways to enrich their lives. And who were they to ignore such a fantastical thing.
That was why these four boys got more than they bargained for when they finished the ritual and managed to awaken Enkidu from their long, long slumber. Because right after the tall boy had spoken the last words they found themselves drawn to the surface. Further and further. There was the smell of life, the sound of voices and the promise of…well…flesh. Enkidu wasn’t the type of demon with scales, goat feet, a lizard tail and large horns. They weren’t a monster. Of course, their teeth were sharp and maybe their nails were a little too long. And their face was definitely human but everything else had something wild about it, something definitely foreign.
And that was why the boys weren’t afraid. That’s why it was easy for Enkidu to give in to their more dark urges and that’s why the next morning the church was littered with blood, bones and body parts Enkidu did not feel like eating. From that point that old, lonesome church became the busiest building in the village. People came to mourn, to blame one another, to guess where the skulls were found and to investigate the nature of the cruel death of these ‘poor’ boys.
And now Enkidu does watch, easily blending into the background, easily scaling walls to find a save spot high above. Humans were so interesting and they happen to taste quite good as well. And there was no way back now, why being bored at their home while they could be here? While they could sit and watch these detective enter the church, his hair as red as the flames they were so used to.
Of course, as a curious creature, Enkidu encourages that curiosity. They would applaud young humans to open books they should not read, utter words they should not speak out loud, complete rituals that should not be done in the first place. That is how humans are. Never sitting still, always finding new ways to enrich their lives. And who were they to ignore such a fantastical thing.
That was why these four boys got more than they bargained for when they finished the ritual and managed to awaken Enkidu from their long, long slumber. Because right after the tall boy had spoken the last words they found themselves drawn to the surface. Further and further. There was the smell of life, the sound of voices and the promise of…well…flesh. Enkidu wasn’t the type of demon with scales, goat feet, a lizard tail and large horns. They weren’t a monster. Of course, their teeth were sharp and maybe their nails were a little too long. And their face was definitely human but everything else had something wild about it, something definitely foreign.
And that was why the boys weren’t afraid. That’s why it was easy for Enkidu to give in to their more dark urges and that’s why the next morning the church was littered with blood, bones and body parts Enkidu did not feel like eating. From that point that old, lonesome church became the busiest building in the village. People came to mourn, to blame one another, to guess where the skulls were found and to investigate the nature of the cruel death of these ‘poor’ boys.
And now Enkidu does watch, easily blending into the background, easily scaling walls to find a save spot high above. Humans were so interesting and they happen to taste quite good as well. And there was no way back now, why being bored at their home while they could be here? While they could sit and watch these detective enter the church, his hair as red as the flames they were so used to.
