Chapitre 8: The Hallow Skull’s Secrets
The Hallow Skull's secrets beckoned, and Amara could wait no longer to unravel them.
As she followed Bane back through the jungle to the temple, anticipation quickened her steps. The mysteries of the Skull had driven her across vast seas, into untold perils. To finally glimpse their meaning could be the culmination of her life's pursuits.
Yet doubt tempered her eagerness. Bane's knowledge might prove a poisoned chalice. Beneath his genteel bearing, she sensed churning ambitions kept carefully concealed. He had laid a bait, appealing to her scholarly pride—but to what ends? Amara resolved to listen closely, but be wary of deeper motives.
They passed beneath the temple's crumbling monoliths back into the ritual chamber where Amara had discovered the replica skull. Bane strode to the open chest and raised the obsidian artefact, staring into its crimson-lit hollows pensively.
"Where to begin unravelling such ancient weavings?" he thought. "Perhaps by telling you what originally drove me to unlock the Skull's secrets." He gestured for Amara to sit nearby on the tiled floor. She complied, watching him closely.
"I was once a prince of the islands, in an age now forgotten," Bane began, still turning the carved skull in his hands. "Our people worshipped primal pleasures then, not strange new gods. I was reckoned handsome and stood to inherit rule."
His brooding eyes met Amara's. "But the joy of conquest soon cloyed. I craved deeper raptures, to astonish jaded senses. In my quest, I voyaged beyond the Ten Isles to a jungle temple said to exalt the senses beyond mortal reckoning. What I endured to reach it would fill a saga, but at last, I came to that accursed ziggurat!"
His voice echoed in the chamber. With visible effort, Bane mastered himself before continuing. "The holy texts and artefacts within transformed me. I returned to my kingdom as High Oracle, establishing sects to share what I had learned. For a brief time, I thought I had achieved my life's goal."
His expression darkened. "But the traditional priests grew jealous as worshippers flocked to my new rites. They conspired with my rivals at court, calling my teachings decadent corruption. Then they committed the greatest evil."
Bane's hand tightened into a fist around the skull. "As I meditated, communing with potent spirits, they trapped me in this prison! Unable even to die, only suffer bodiless and alone as the centuries wheeled by. Until your grace restored what was stolen."
His gaze on Amara softened, becoming fervent. "For that precious gift, I can never fully repay you. But restoring the Hallow Skull's power could be a start. With it, we might reignite the supernal blaze that once exalted full-blooded life!"
Bane fell silent, watching her intently. Amara's thoughts spun as she turned over his tale. She could not deny that bringing lost knowledge to light appealed to her scholarly nature. Yet triumph would require grasping dangers barely understood. And Bane's fervour hinted at a zealot's obsession beneath his genteel facade. She must tread with care.
"A grim fate indeed," she said at length. "Yet the ways of magic and power remain strange to me still. I do not rightly know what restoring this Hallow Skull may do." She paused, meeting his dark gaze firmly. "I require proof and greater knowledge of its workings before proceeding further."
Frustration fleetingly twisted Bane's elegant features before he regained composure. "You are wise to show caution," he allowed with a grudging nod. "Very well, I shall teach you one unveiling this skull permits, that you may judge its virtues yourself."
He extended the artefact to her across both palms. "Take it in your hands and open your deepest senses to impressions beyond the physical." His voice took on hypnotic cadences. "Let intuitions guide you into secret vistas..."
Wary yet intrigued, Amara accepted the proffered skull. The moment her fingers touched the slick surface, she felt energies prickle up her arms. Unseen currents plucked at her hair and clothing. She nearly pulled back, but Bane's expectant look stilled her. Drawing a steadying breath, she closed her eyes and sought to align her will with the skull's pulsating aura.
At first she perceived only indistinct eddies, like silent ripples on some vast invisible sea. But gradually patterns took form in the void. Amara felt herself lifted, vision piercing the temple's physical shell. Sights and sounds exploded around her.
She glimpsed lovers intertwined on rumpled sheets...a dancer gyrating in smoky lamplight...a woman's secret smile...a half-masked orgy amid pillows and silks. Each vivid slice of stolen intimacy hit Amara's senses with visceral force. Swirling energies spread out below like spokes on a vast sensual wheel, beckoning her onward to more exotic tableaus.
But with an indrawn hiss, she wrenched back her metaphysical gaze before it was ensnared, and let the skull fall from suddenly nerveless fingers. The darkly sumptuous visions dissolved instantly. Amara found herself once more merely sitting on cold tile in the silent temple, staring wide-eyed at Bane. His knowing smile raised troubling questions.
"I perceive why that working might lure some beyond prudence," she managed after a moment's struggle to find her voice again. "But also its dangers. These sights were not meant for my eyes." She suppressed a reflexive shudder at the lingering sense impressions.
Bane's gaze remained fixed on her face. "Yet you glimpsed its power over the libido's hidden keys. Properly guided, such might unlock wondrous passions."
He leaned nearer, diamond eyes burning with fervent zeal. "Think what vistas we could unveil, Amara, were the true Skull ours to command! Raptures are dreamed of by coarser minds. I could show you, teach you, if you dare walk the path with me. The world and more would lie ripe for the taking!"
Amara rose hastily, needing distance. She paced away, mind in turmoil. This dark spirit offered knowledge long sought...and the temptation terrified her. He struck too skilfully at her scholarly pride and vain craving for mysteries. She must not let him sway her purpose.
Halting, she turned back to where Bane still knelt watching her, hungry anticipation on his features. He thought her his prize to mould. She must disabuse him of that illusion.
"My lord, your teachings tempt indeed." She infused her tone with steely resolve under its breathless quaver. "I will continue as your companion to further understand this power. But I am no man's pupil or plaything. My mind remains my own, to follow wisdom as I see fit."
Amara lifted her chin, holding Bane's gaze unflinchingly. "The world needs no remaking by your hand or mine. But the knowledge locked here-" she gestured around the shadowed chamber "-might yet do much good, given freely. That hope alone guides me."
Bane's eyes narrowed, a glimpse of his simmering thoughts. But he smoothed his expression and rose to take her hand, bowing over it courteously. "Your will is just, fair Amara. I spoke from eagerness and owe you an apology."
He released her hand, stepping back. "On my oath, I remain your faithful companion, not your master. Forgive my over-zeal, I pray you." Contrition rang in his tone, but Amara sensed the effort it cost him. Bane was unaccustomed to being denied.
"You are forgiven." Amara softened her stance, hoping to conciliate him. "Teach me what you will of this Hallow Skull, but in time and moderation."
His smile returned, more measured. "You are wise beyond your tender years. Come, let us leave this chamber awhile. I would show you more of the island's beauties, that we may continue our discourse refreshed."
He offered his arm to Amara. After a brief hesitation, she took it. Whatever Bane's flawed designs, he seemed true to his oath of nonviolence. His knowledge could guide her onward if tempered by her wisdom. Together they might find some balance. Only time would reveal his heart's full truth.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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