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I Am No Ifrit
by Kendra Hale
I can hear the chant, the continual hum. My eyes are opened. Seeing the smoke and smelling the sweat in the air. There is warmth…no more than warmth, it is a high heat. My body felt like it was on fire. I can feel the strain of my skin as it is pulling taut and hear the popping as my skin is breaking free. The real me, the true me is being summoned.
My brain tells me that I should be feeling pain but there is none. There is pressure and it is everywhere. This form is being stripped away and it isn’t torture but a pleasure. It is the most exquisite experience. These beings around me have freed me and as my eyes shift and it goes from dim to an outstanding bright light…I feel a familiar hunger in my stomach.
I want nothing more than to satiate it. They are on their knees before me and the red moon seems to mirror my wanton needs. I have risen, I am whole. Stretching my body to its full height, I tower over these simple beings who had ideals of wishes being granted by freeing me…but I am no Djinn. I am stronger even than the Ifrit and no prayer of Gabriel shall defeat me.
My stomach again tells me that this sacrifice should be honored. They may have meant to gain power and in a way they shall but it shall be by my hands. Their souls shall be removed from this existence for their wishes are naught but evil…I shall cleanse them and slake my hunger. I do not enjoy their screams…of which there are many. It is time to walk this world once more.
Fiction © Copyright Kendra Hale
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More from author Kendra Hale:
A Gothic Bite Magazine Anthology
A collection of poetry.