Chapter 10: - Composting
"Eww! Don't touch me! I saw you handling all those... Fluids... Nuuuuuuuuuuu!!! Stay away from me!!"
Two villager warriors were each holding on to my arms, preventing me from escaping as Muriel leisurely walked to me, hands clasped behind her back. She grinned, "Ho ho ho! Don't be such a prude..."
As I struggled further, the guards pushed me to the ground, their weight adding to my restraints.
Muriel stuck a finger in her mouth, then bent over, her face close to mine. Then she pulled her finger out of her mouth and put it in my ears and wriggled it around.
Feeling the wet squelching, I couldn't help but scream, "GYAAHHH!! That's disgusting!! You guys are pure evil!! Let me go!!"
The two warriors holding me down and Muriel simply grinned in amusement. She taunted, "Come on now. Who gave you the right to skip lessons.
Anyway I've already told you that you'll be a non-beyonder night dweller. We won't let you participate directly in the cleansing ritual. Stop puckering your virgin little ass, no one is gonna touch it... Yet.
I've yet to teach you about how to create the sacred protective ashes. That will be your responsibility.
Don't worry, there will not be intercourse involved here...
Seriously you're so wierd. Most people actually complain about the twilight curse. You're the first male I've seen more afraid to get his dick wet!"
Shivering at the wet sticky sensation in my ears, I gave Muriel a deadpan stare. "Grannies! And Grandpas! That's my problem! Why would I wanna do it with a bunch of wrinkly sacks of skin? I have standards!"
The twinkle in Muriel's eyes made me realize I should have kept my stupid mouth shut.
She hummed, "Oh... Standards you say... Guess you like em young eh?
From now on, in addition to your lessons at night, you will also be in charge of the nursery. Plenty of young boys and girls in there! Some are practically babies!
*Tsk tsk tsk*
I'm such a nice lady...
Now... Do you want to continue resisting or will I add more 'youthful' jobs for you?"
And thus, forced to clean up vomit and shit of babies and pacifying the crying of toddlers, my descent into madness truly began.
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I collapsed on the mat on the wooden shelter.
Oh my god. My back. I'm a beyonder for heaven's sake, why does everything hurt? How do those women juggle everything? There's too many kids in this village! I need to introduce contraceptives to this world!
My short break was rudely interrupted by a walking stick prodding my cheeks. I tried to swat it away only to be met with a riposte to my head!
"Argh! This is child abuse! I'll report you to... to... uh... " I could only hold back tears as i felt the swelling beginning to form on my head.
"Uhuh... Who you gonna report me to? To my uncle the village head? Or maybe the other night dwellers, who will increase your punishment for being such a slow learner? Or maybe you can complain to Bobo, and ask her to bite me?"
Ugh. One day I'll get back at these uncivilized peons!
So my days of memorizing stupid ritualistic languages and prayers continued until, on a certain moonless night where the clouds were thick in the sky, I was led to a clearing in the forest.
The preparations were done from what I can see, different covered pots were neatly stacked while in the middle of the clearing, in a rather striking lavender colour, a rough but shiny shell-like furnace with runed indentations contained a burning flame. The rather large fire that lapped at the air acted as the major light source in the area. The furnace reminded me of a hermit crab's shell that was halfway stuck in the ground, its hole almost facing the sky.
"Behold! The blessed furnace of protection! An artifact of great importance to this little island. This is where the night soil is produced!" Muriel proudly exclaimed to me. Despite mainly in charge of the cleansing ritual, she decided as my 'mentor' she would accompany me tonight. "Now go, and join your fellow peers over yonder!"
Heh. Night soil. Isn't that fertilizer made of human excrement?
Where am I supposed to go again?
Ah. Of course. The bunch of robed cultist burning stuff. Bet they go 'the night is full of terrors~'
Bunch of lame ass lunatics...
I sighed. And reluctantly walked towards the group enthusiastically chanting and tossing what seems to be fish bones and guts into the flame of the furnace. On closer inspection, I realise most are quite young and skinny.
Holy shit they look like a bunch of weak ass geeks. Muriel is probably here to make sure I don't bully them. Bwahaha! As if I'll let go of such a chance~!
I pushed my chest out, and swaggered towards the furnace. I grabbed the pot of fish carcass from the nearest robed person and pushed him away. Then sneered, "Bah you're so slow! Let me show you weaklings how it's done!"
Then with one hand, I tossed the contents of the pot in one swift motion into the flames. The runes on the furnace started to glow blue and a humming noise could be heard.
I stilled. I remembered Muriel told me this was still the initial phase of the ritual. All that was supposed to happen was turning the fish byproduct into ash before charms would be imbued into the ashes.
There was no mention of any humming glowing runic shenanigans...
"The chosen one!"
"The apostle!"
"He's blessed!"
Several proclamations were made. None of which made me happy. As I looked into the awed faces of the villagers, I felt something happening to the furnace.
The fuck!
The fire burning in the furnace started to turn into a dark, violet hue.
The fuck!
Then the fire started to split and twist into elongated shapes.
Double, triple quintillion fucks!!!
Finally I could see multiple long tentacles made of dark, glowing shadowy, inky substance wriggling in the air, grasping from the furnace, as if reaching for prey to devour.
THE FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!!!
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