Post by: GoddessoftheDead on March 29, 2013, 09:04:47 PM
I have flown up as a falcon, I have cackled as a goose, I have alighted on yonder road of the Mound of the Great Festival. What I doubly detest, I will not eat; what I detest is faeces, and I will not eat it; what I detest is excrement, and it shall not enter my body. "What will you live on?" say the gods and spirits to me. " I will live and have power through bread." "Where will you eat it?" say the gods and spirits to me. " I will have power and I will eat it under the branches of the tree of Hathor my mistress, who made offering of bread, beer and corn in Heliopolis. I will don a loincloth from the hand of Tayt, I will dwell in the place where I wish to be."
Spell 82 - Book of the Dead
The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of Peru. The night was black as pitch even with the bright moon and stars hanging in the sky. The vast tropical forests reached for miles as the creatures stalked the night in search of their next meal. The camera pans over the vast forest until it reaches a strange looking spot. This was Machu Picchu, an ancient Inca city that had been forgotten until the early part of the 20th century. The ruins were still sitting as they had been left, except a winding road now made it's way to the top of the vast site. We soon see a figure moving about the buildings casting shadows along the walls. The figure climbs the staircase that lead to the top of one of the many temples and stops when they reach the top. As the camera draws near we see Necra standing at the top looking down at the city that spread out in front of her. She smiles to herself, as she folds her arms in front of her.
Necra: Machu Picchu, the only place that managed to be hidden away from the modern world until the early 20th century. The spirits walk here lost in another time, waiting for their Gods to come and claim them. Human sacrifices were done right here behind me, on the large slab of marble. They did this to gain favor of the Gods in order to have good crops, or a season that was filled with rain, or even to have the rivers fill with fish to keep them alive for another year. The Inca's reign was only 100 years long before they were wiped out by disease and by war between the tribes of the Inca and the Spanish when they arrived. It's funny a civilized people wiped out by fighting, and hostility.
Necra stares out at the city below her, and the spirits begin to appear, going on with whatever they did before they died. Children ran around in small groups, weavers began their trade, while others headed for the forests and mountain sides. The high Priest starts up the stairs to give thanks to the Gods for another day. When he reaches the top he falls to his knees as he sees Necra standing before him. She puts a hand on his shoulder as if he were still alive and smiles.
Inca Priest: Diosa de la noche, el niño de las estrellas que han regresado a nosotros. (Goddess of the night, child of the stars you have returned to us.)
Necra: No he venido a usted reclamar, sino para obtener energía de este lugar. (I have not come back to claim you, but to draw power from this place.)
Inca Priest: Qué poder es lo que buscas en este lugar? (What power do you seek from this place?)
Necra just smiles as her eyes flash blue and go back to their normal color as the priest shrinks back in fear as he gets to his feet. She could feel the death, the fear, and smell the blood that ran down from the steps that she stood upon. The stairs had stains from the blood that had run down them from the sacrifices that had been performed. She closes her eyes and begins to chant in a dead language, as the ground begins to shake and the spirits begin to scream.
Necra: Me alimento en el temor de tu pueblo, la muerte, y la sangre que se ha derramado en este lugar. Hay oscuridad aquí que me permita ganar fuerza y hacer que mis víctimas sufren. (I feed on the fear of your people, the death, and the blood that has been spilt in this place. There is darkness here that will let me gain strength and make my victims suffer.)
The Inca Priest fades into nothingness as the screams of the spirits begin to fade. Necra falls to her knees and then to her back. She looks up at the stars and watches the stars shine against the pure black sky, letting the energy she had taken in flow through her body.
Necra: This week I go up against Jessie Salco an Karina Koji with Amanda Cortez. This should be fun. The attack that you suffered Karina will be nothing compared to what we are going to do with you this week. That was just a preview of what is yet to come to you. So far you have been silent and that is never a good thing. Have you realized that it would be better just to sit this one and let Jessie handle it, and hope for the best? Or are you just being quiet for now? It doesn't really matter, because come Sunday it won't matter what you have said or what you don't say. I've watched you in your matches Karina and I can't say that I've been impressed with what I have seen. The Bombshell Tag Titles will come back to where they truly belong, and I will have what I want, no matter what I have to do to get them.
Necra sits up, and stares at the now quiet city below her. The ruins seemed to almost glow in the bright light of the moon as she looked upon it.
Necra: Jessie, last week you went up someone that I am familiar with. She is deadly and knows what she is doing when she enters the ring. Joanne Canelli proved that she was just that much better than you were when she removed the Bombshell Roulette Title from you. That truly was a glorious moment wasn't it? You can blame Amy and Amanda all you want for your failure, but it was just that. A failure. Do you really think that you can stand against someone like me Jessie? We've met before and you failed, and this Sunday you shall fall to your knees and beg for me to end it all, but I will not, and you watch as Amanda and I walk away with the Bombshell Tag Titles, and to Erik's side. We will not fall and no matter what you do, no matter what you bring to that ring, you will fail. I am the Goddess of Death, the Queen of the Dead, the Black lady, and the reaper of souls. Fear me; for when you look upon me you will see death. See you soon.
Necra gets to her feet, and starts walking down the stairs. She reaches the bottom, and starts across the large field and toward the gates. She comes across a rather large statue of a snake like creature. It was one of the many Gods that they worshiped, or feared. This was the God of Chaos and the one they believed would swallow the sun if they didn't keep him appeased. She smiles to herself and continues to head for the entrance as the scene fades to black.