Blood of the Goddess Book I: The Locust King
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Locusts at the Gate Chapter 2: A New Name Chapter 3: The Capital Prepares Chapter 4: The Princess is Dead, Long Live the Princess Chapter 5: Outside the Gates Chapter 6: Inside the Black Tent Chapter 7: Surrender at the Temple Chapter 8: The Cult of the Locust Chapter 9: The Locust's Tenets of Faith Chapter 10: Mourners on the Cliff Chapter 11: The Eye of Betrayal Chapter 12: The Dead King's Bedchamber Chapter 13: The Arms of the Goddess Chapter 14: Zayaan of the Narim Chapter 15: The Eyes of the Priestess Chapter 16: A More Permanent Disguise Chapter 17: Tribute Chapter 18: Sacrifice of the New Moon Chapter 19: The Lost Bird Chapter 20: Manah and the Priestess Chapter 21: Desert Creatures Chapter 22: Become the Swarm Chapter 23 The Price of Betrayal Chapter 24: Life Under the Locust Chapter 25: Wild Rose Chapter 26: The Lady Wren Chapter 27: Thought and Desire Chapter 28: The Lady's Captivity Chapter 29: The Wine Maiden Chapter 30: End of Childhood Chapter 31: The Children of Aisha Chapter 32: The Forest Runner Chapter 33: Three Sisters Chapter 34: The Hunt Chapter 35: Bones in the Forest Chapter 36: Lullaby Chapter 37: The Hunter's Horn Chapter 38: Ways Between Ways Chapter 39: Morning Star Chapter 40: A Prophecy for Baraz Chapter 41: Equinox Fires Chapter 42: The Lord Prince Takri Chapter 43: Evening Star Sets Chapter 44: Chaos in the Courtyard Chapter 45: Dasha Chapter 46: Memories Chapter 47: The Body Slave Chapter 48: Caged Beasts Chapter 49: Message from the Capital Chapter 50: Heresiarch Chapter 51: The Color of Blood Chapter 52: Winter Winds Chapter 53: The Bookmaker's Closet Chapter 54: Wrapped in Dignity and Beauty Chapter 55: Vessel of the Goddess Chapter 56: Cracks in the Walls Chapter 57: Two Brothers Chapter 58: The Court of Women Chapter 59: Favored of the King Chapter 60: The Sweetest Fruit Chapter 61: Daughter of the Temple Chapter 62: A Nation of Bastards Chapter 63: The Lute Player Chapter 64: Aisha's Prayer Chapter 65: Promises Chapter 66: Lives Lost Chapter 67: The Tea Maker Chapter 68: Object of Desire Chapter 69: Empty Shelves Chapter 70: Darkness and Light Chapter 71: The Love of Men Chapter 72: The Cursed Ones Chapter 73: Hiding Places Chapter 74: Old Men's Tales Chapter 75: False Prophecies Chapter 76: The Lord Prince Radu Chapter 77: Love Becomes Life Chapter 78: Mistress and Mother Chapter 79: A Test of Strength Chapter 80: The Strigoi-Viu Cometh Chapter 81: Scraps from the Table Chapter 82: A Fool's Errand Chapter 83: The Little Ghost Chapter 84: Stolen Honeycakes Chapter 85: Breathe Chapter 86: Beneath the Palace Chapter 87: Red Pebbles Chapter 88: Common Men Chapter 89: Love and Duty Chapter 90: Nightmares Chapter 91: Earth and Sun Chapter 92: Love and Creation Chapter 93: Until My Last BreathChapter 43: Evening Star Sets
Takri handed the banner bearing the symbol of the Locust to a waiting priest before approaching the oracle. His vision seemed to fold in upon itself, narrowing focus until only the battered old woman in the cart remained and all else faded away. The cheers of his fellow members of the Swarm felt like they were coming from somewhere far from the temple where he stood. Time stretched ahead of him like an eternity.
Steel yourself, young Narim. Do as the strigoi-viu commands. Be strong. You have work to do.
Takri pulled the old woman from the cart, but she was unable to stand on her own. He wrapped his arm under her shoulder and carried her to where Mahleck stood at the top of the stairs to the sanctuary with Baraz at his side.
"Drop her," commanded Baraz. "Let her kneel in submission to the God-Among-Men."
Do as he says, Narim.
Takri let go of the oracle, who crumpled into a heap at the base of the stairs. As she left his hands, his vision cleared. Time straightened back into place.
"The righteous God-Emperor Mahleck shall not lower himself to address a common woman, especially not a witch. Bring forth the fallen heresiarch, blind keeper of women. She shall address this so-called oracle to bring forth charges against her!" announced Baraz.
Two temple eunuchs brought the high priestess forward to face the crowd. She straightened her shoulders, once again taking the stance of the powerful woman who led the temple for the past two decades. "Zora of the aspen forest, false oracle, and witch," she cried. "You stand accused of heresy, necromancy, and false enchantments by the one true God Mahleck, Emperor of the known world, and rightful king of Adyll. The penalty for these crimes is death by fire. In his infinite mercy, Mahleck offers you redemption if you will ask forgiveness and renounce your belief in the demoness previously worshipped in Adyll as a filthy idol."
"Piss off, Dasha!" exclaimed Zora. "I will no longer call you by the title Holy Mother. Fear has left you a cruel puppet to this foul strigoi-viu. Two years ago, on this holy Night of Between, we Stars spoke of a coming evil. But you, Dasha, twisted our words to the people and weakened them. It is you who should repent!"
The former high priestess crumpled in on herself at the onslaught of the oracle's words then turned to Baraz and addressed him. "High Priest Baraz, the witch remains unrepentant."
"Burn her!" commanded Baraz.
You have performed your duty well, Narim. We release you now. Keep your young cousins from death.
Members of the Swarm pushed past Takri to pull the old woman away. A few angry murmurs went through the crowd as they were pushed further back from the pile of wood to make way for the condemned.
In the classroom, the women looked on in horror. Whispers of dissent floated among them.
The oracle accused the Holy Mother.
The Holy Mother is in league with the strigio-viu?
She would never betray the Lady. She is only trying to protect us!
The prophecy of the locust. I had forgotten.
Nasreen's eyes welled with tears as she watched Takri take his place next to Mahleck and Baraz at the top of the stairs. How could he do this? How could she do this? Has the Goddess truly left us all?
Aisha held on to her sobbing friend. She had already witnessed a sacrifice to the Locust King, and the Holy Mother's cruelty and loss of faith. The others had been shielded from the truth now laid bare before them.
The soldiers below tied the oracle to the limbless pine trunk at the center of the pyre. When they had completed the task, the oracle raised her head and locked eyes with Aisha where she sat above the crowd. She smiled a toothless grin, threw back her head and laughed as the executioner lit the fire below her.
"Let this be an example of what becomes of idolaters and heretics in the Land of the Locust!" yelled Mahleck as the flames crawled up the pyre. "As she is burned, so her sins are purified by the fire! Heresy can only be purged with flame!"
"Aisha, turn away!" cried Nasreen, covering her own face with her sleeves. "Do not watch this atrocity!"
Aisha’s gaze remained steady on the Oracle despite her friend’s pleas. The flames leapt upward but the old woman's laughter only grew stronger. The smell of smoke and roasted flesh began to waft through the temple grounds. Many turned away to empty the contents of their stomachs as the oracle's skin blistered and cracked, revealing bone underneath.
The pitch covering the logs burned hot as Nasreen had predicted, causing the assembled soldiers to fall back to avoid being burned themselves. Those who bore witness to the death of the Evening Star began saw the flames change before their eyes, becoming figures that danced and swayed before disappearing and reappearing. Inside the fire a multitude existed. Soon the flames of the torches along the temple walls and those carried by the soldiers bowed and swayed as if possessed.
Zora's voice erupted from every flame, magnified so that all could hear.
Captivity. Transformation. Emergence.
She lives among you.
The Blood of the Goddess.
He lives below you.
The Love of the Goddess.
His thirst is unending.
The Blood shall destroy the destroyer.
The cycle starts anew.
The pyre burned white and blue, whipped even higher by the winds from the north. Figures danced inside it, both skeletal and flesh. With one final laugh from the oracle, all went quiet. The flames suddenly extinguished, leaving only ash and charred bone behind. Above them, the sky no longer hung low with clouds. Instead, stars sparkled in the eastern sky.
Raptors descended upon the ashes, grasping skull and bones in their claws before flying away to the west, carrying with them the remains of the Evening Star. Takri stood alongside his master, the old woman's voice echoing one last time in his mind.
Evening Star sets.
Day Star becomes Evening Star
Morning Star becomes Day Star
A new star rises.
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