Note: This is a long chapter which is filled with a ritual process and the secret place of the forbidden goddess spirit. For future reference I took a few extra words to describe this place more in detail. Please be patient and don’t skip.
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In the dead of night, beneath the starry shining sky, Phillip Quinn, the second son of Queen Soya, made his way toward an ancient, white wood tree deep within the heart of the forsaken forest.
Except for Phill, no other human knew about the existence of this place. The white wood tree was enormous, its roots like twisted serpents curling around stones and burrowing into the earth. This tree had been there for centuries, a silent sentinel guarding a dark secret.
His hands trembled slightly as he reached out and pressed his palm against the tree bark. At first, nothing happened. But then, as he whispered an incantation in a forgotten tongue, the tree groaned and creaked, as if awakening from a deep slumber. The bark shifted, revealing a hidden passageway, a portal to the ancient underground chamber.
Phillip stepped inside, his body swallowed by the tree as the portal sealed behind him. Darkness enveloped him, but he walked forward without any fear.
The air was thick with the scent of decaying leaves and damp earth. As Phillip moved further, he crossed through several dark, narrow routes. Each twist and turn seemed to pull him deeper into the abyss, a labyrinth that only he knew how to navigate.
Suddenly, he heard a ghostly cry. Phillip slowed his pace, eyes scanning the darkness ahead. He knew what was coming. As he rounded a corner, pale figures began to materialize in the shadows—ghosts. They were the ancient guardians of this place, souls bound to protect it from any living creature that dared enter.
The ghosts bowed low as Phillip passed through the gates marked with forbidden Yantras, symbols of immense power and danger. They recognized him, not as an intruder, but as a master.
Phillip’s gaze remained forward as he approached the grand hall, his heart beating faster as the eerie silence intensified. The hall was vast, its stone walls carved with intricate, ancient designs that told the stories of long-forgotten gods and spirits.
And at the center, towering over everything else, stood the statue.
She was magnificent and terrifying. Weak hearted people might even die at the sight of the Goddess of death’s Statue.
A 100-foot statue of the goddess dominated the room, her fierce, bloodthirsty gaze seemingly locked onto Phillip as he entered. Her eyes, hollow and dark, seemed to flicker with life in the torchlight. She held the severed head of a human in one hand. In her other hands, she wielded an array of deadly weapons—tridents, swords, spears.
Her tongue was wide and extended, a symbol of her insatiable thirst for blood, and from the center of her forehead, a thin stream of blood continuously oozed, dripping down her face and staining the stone beneath her feet. Around her, smaller statues of demons and warriors knelt in submission.
Phillip knelt before her, the weight of her presence pressing down on him. Before the statue, a ritual fire pit is burning intensely. Phillip bowed before the fire first, then sat in a lotus position.
He first took out several rare items needed for the ritual and placed them in order, around the ritual fire. After tying the beasts which brought for sacrifice, Phillip placed hand on his heart and began chanting loudly,
Soon, a small idol—a dark, twisted figure, intricately carved from obsidian formed in his hands. It was the representation of the forbidden goddess whose statue loomed above him. The small idol now contains the spirit of the Forbidden Goddess of Death.
He placed the idol carefully before the ritual fire. The fire flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls as Phillip began to chant in the ancient tongue, his voice low and steady, the words foreign yet powerful.
The flames responded to his chant, growing larger, more vibrant, as if feeding on the forbidden magic that filled the air. His grown out fangs on both corners of his lips, turned dark in color.
Phillip’s hands moved with practiced precision, drawing sacred symbols in the air above the fire. The energy in the room shifted, the temperature dropping as a cold wind swirled through the hall, despite the fire burning brightly before him. The Yantras engraved on the gates behind him began to glow faintly, as if acknowledging the ritual. Loud cries of ghosts and beasts filled that closed chamber.
The small idol before the fire began to tremble, shaking violently as Phillip’s voice grew louder, more urgent. His chanting became a crescendo, and the flames leaped higher, licking at the ceiling. A crackling sound filled the air as the fire turned from orange to a deep, unnatural blue.
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing scream echoed through the hall—loud, high-pitched, and otherworldly. The idol trembled one last time before going still. The fire flickered once more before extinguishing completely. Silence followed, thick and oppressive.
Phillip’s breath came in ragged gasps as the room darkened around him, but he did not falter. He had expected this and was already used to this phenomenon.
The idol, now blacker than the void itself, began to glow with a faint, crimson light. His mind was flooded with images of destruction, of wars fought in her name, of blood sacrifices offered by ancient civilizations long erased from history. The goddess demanded devotion, blood, and loyalty. She reveled in chaos, in death.
And then, she appeared.
A shadowy figure materialized before him, hovering above the fire pit. The form was indistinct at first, shifting and twisting in the air like smoke, but then it solidified, taking on the terrifying visage of the goddess herself.
She was just as the statue portrayed her, fierce and bloodthirsty, with wild hair that flowed like dark flames, her eyes glowing red with ancient fury. Blood dripped from her forehead, and her tongue hung out, wide and ready to taste the blood of her enemies.
Phillip’s body shook as he knelt lower, his forehead touching the cold stone floor. The forbidden goddess was not one to grant favors lightly. She demanded loyalty, power, and sacrifice.
“Why have you summoned me again, Human?” Her voice echoed in his mind, resonating with a dark, otherworldly tone that seemed to come from every corner of the hall at once. Her gaze bore into him, searing his soul.
Phillip raised his head, his voice steady despite the overwhelming pressure. “O Goddess of destruction and death, I seek answers. Tell me what goddess I encountered recently. Even your granted power couldn’t stand before her. Please, Grant me the strength to destroy my enemy and goddess inside his soul.”
The goddess’s bloodied lips curled into a sinister smile, her form shifting slightly as she hovered closer to him. “There is always someone above you, Human. Stop coming to me for petty reasons. I might consume you if you do this one more time. Don’t wake me whenever you like. The gods were not blind.” She warned in a threatening tone.
Phillip felt a cold shiver. “O mighty Goddess, You are the one above all, Please help your loyal servant. I’m doing this because your granted spirit felt afraid of my enemy.”
In the second Phillip puked blood. “Fool… My spirit is way more powerful than that shameful lust goddess. How dare you compare me with that adulteress.”
“Forgive me… O Mighty Mother… Please forgive me. I’m blind. Your servant won’t dare. Please spare my life.” Phillip begged in a painful tone.
With a scoff, she stopped pressing her power on Phillip. He breathed loudly with a pale face. Phillip saw the gates of hell in that one moment
Phillip hurriedly kowtowed before her and said, “Oh mighty goddess, I just said what I witnessed. Please show me a way to kill that person who possesses the spirit of the lust goddess.”
“My spirit advised you to take backstep as it is not a full moon day or no moon day. You can’t kill that person recklessly as it will reveal my existence to other gods. So, you should wait for the perfect time. Also, Power always comes with a price,” she hissed, her voice like a serpent’s. “Are you prepared to pay for it?” Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire
Phillip met her gaze, unflinching. “I am.”
The goddess laughed, a sound that echoed like the wails of the ghosts. “Then you shall have what you seek. But remember, once you have taken this path, there is no turning back. BE PREPARED TO BE MY SHADOW IN FUTURE.” The forbidden goddess spirit laughed evilly and disappeared into the air.
After receiving answers to his questions, Phillip stored her spirit in his soul space and sacrificed the beasts brought for ritual.
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