Night unlocked itself, cascading the scenery with dimming oranges that quickly formed into greys. As the sun melted away, greys eventually merged to haunting blacks and  dangerous shadows. Small lights from above illuminated with their tiny twilight. Lilia stared up at these powerful yet small crusading lights from her bedroom window. They seemed to speak to her in a hidden language. All she could do in response was to pray for her safety and possibly forgiveness. For what was tinkering inside the skull of the wan woman could cost her everything.
 The face of the moon fully shown upon the land. Casting its silvery glow for all the creatures that lurked in the night. For this glorious night, Lilia was partaking in their sinister games.
 
 The hours passed, dawdling on space and time feeling thick and forever lasting. Lilia had a lot to contemplate and she ultimately folded to her thoughts lingering. Her chest became heavy as she inhaled a long deep breath. It did not want to escape from her. Choking, it finally exited. She was really going to go through with her plan.
 The white candle lit showing off a small flame to giving the room enough light within for her room stood there calmly on the small wooden table. She leaned over and her raven hair came pouring down her shoulder like a murky stream. Her lips were to the flame as if she were to kiss it, but she cruely blew it out denying it life. Signaling to the world of her appearance of sleep.
 The temple would be dimly lit by a handful of torches. Even if not lit at all she would be able to navigate her way through. She knew the ancient place up and down and in between.
 She got up from her bed of hay and stood at the doorway. Doubt snuck into Lilia with stealth, but she could not cater to such a cold deceiving emotion. She had to remember the great importance of this task.
 
 The walls hung weary as she walked down the large hallway. The dark stone seemed to have elusive eyes, watching Lilia's every move. She shuttered as waves of cold fluctuated as the thought of its evil eyes upon her. She held her arms tight crossing around her breasts. Giving the illusion of warmth and safety.
 The strong brooding door to Lady Mayia's chambers were open wide. Strangely inviting Lilia to enter, but would it slam shut on her as soon as she entered, keeping her as prisoner or slave?
 She shook away these insane beliefs as frankincense infiltrated her nostrils. She watched the smoke billow from the open door. She knew they would be open, she did not understand sometimes the crazy thoughts that ate at her mind.
 The facts of reality were known to her, but in her eyes after the things she had seen today those lines of reality bent almost to the point of being broken.
 She stood there, peering around the corner at that door. Left to right the stony eyes shifted. Not a living soul to be seen. Not a moment to spare, she sprinted into the room.
 As she knew the room was empty. Lady Mayia would leave the incense burning to cleanse the room while she went out into the darkness of night and searched for magickal tools for her rituals.
 Eyes gazed around at the layout of the sacred chambers of her Lady. They bounced from item to item to see if there was anything to link to what had happened earlier that day. There was nothing out in the open that she wasn't aware to its meaning.
 She knew her Lady was too intelligent to leave such things out in the open. This meant she would have to look through things not only with her eyes but with her hands as well.
 Her legs were now calling to her, making her aware of the injury previous and regret the hasty dash into the room.  She moaned in pain and rubbed her sore knees which had by now crusted over by the actions of her body. Her mind so occupied with the task at hand; she had forgot to tend to her wounds.
 She went on sifting through Lady Mayia's things. Putting them back precisely in their place as soon as she moved or looked through them. Luck was not on her side, fore she had found nothing.
 A tall statue of the Goddess delicately made of alabaster stood at the north point of the room. She glanced down upon her in serene stillness. Lilia stared back, motionless before the stone deity.
 "Please, forgive me." She whispered at the statue. "I didn't mean to question my Lady, the High Priestess, your human connection to earth. I was just so concerned something terrible was going on. I hope you understand me and my intentions."
 Small tapping sounds came from outside the chamber. Lilia's heartbeat thickened. As they persisted they got louder. The threatening sound of footsteps, flesh upon stone warned Lilia that someone was coming this way. By the location of the sound she could tell there was no possible way for escape from Lady Mayia's chambers without being caught. She had to hide.
 Rapidly she moved as fast as she could searching for the ideal hiding place. Her knees punished her for moving too quickly sending sharp pains streaming through her legs. She gasped at the sudden pricks but continued looking.
 The footfalls getting closer and still there was nowhere in which she could hide her entire body. The air of the room became thick, trying to choke her.
 She met eyes with the white Goddess before her, as she kept wandering around the room looking upon them pleadingly. They stared back at her blank and emotionless. Her Goddess leaving her in her moment of need to be found out.
 A hollow thud followed by numbing pain occurred. She laid on top of a decorated trunk made from metal and sea shell.  How dare she give up faith when the Goddess had certainly left this for her. It was the supreme hiding place, big enough for her fragile body.
 The footsteps owner entered the premises. Of course the faint footfalls belonged to the Lady Mayia, back from her nightly excursion. Now trapped within the box Lilia didn't know what she could do. There was no way out of the atrocious chambers without being noticed.
 Curiosity had the better of this young woman. She had to see what her Lady had brought from the whispering woods. She gently lifted the lid of the decorated trunk just enough for her rock-strewn eyes to peer through.
 Lady Mayia's arms cradled two medium sized baskets. Weaved for her as presents from the girls of the temple. She sat them down on a large table in front of a ivory altar dedicated to the Goddess.
 Her hands lurked within the mystery of the baskets to retrieve the items she had obtained from the woods. In the first basket were a handful of small jars tightly sealed full of picked plant life. They seemed to come to life. The glass jars caught the golden light of the candle's glow.
 Lilia looked on, curiosity still nibbling away at the back of her eyes. She was curious to what her Lady would do with these plants.  What kind a ritual to follow from the flora and greenery.
 Lady Mayia's hands lurked into the second basket to reveal the corpses of a snake, rat and owl. Stunned look of death on each one. The glow from their eyes missing, they laid there motionless on the table.
 She arranged the items in a particular order and put the now empty baskets in to sleep underneath the table.
 A double edged blade was then removed from a drawer from a wooden chest next to the table. Lady Mayia looked at the blade as it too caught the light. She moved it in a few directions above the animal corpses. Each different angle caught a star point light upon the metal. She then held it in front of her face. She smirked at the metal tool in her hand, and then fixing her gaze to the animal corpses.
 With a swift chop the snake was beheaded. Blood trickled a thin trail from the exposed neck. Then the large rat lost its four tiny feet. She set the rat extremities next to the snake's bloody head. Last came the owl. It was also beheaded, like the snake its liquid essence emerged from the gaping hole. The feet of the bird were removed and tossed to the floor.
 Lilia looked on in shock. Never in her life in the temple had she seen such a ritual preformed. The sound was horrifying. Thick as it clamped on to her memories.
 Lady Mayia shifted back towards the drawer of the chest and removed a needle and a spool of black thread. The thread reminded Lilia of her own hair and she wondered what Lady Mayia spun it from.
 She picked up the tiny garden snake's head in her fingers and grabbed the body of the owl and began sewing them together.
 The grey eyes could hardly focus as she watched the bloodstained fingers sewing this monster together. The pain of fear bit down deep inside her chest. Her stomach almost crumbled on itself watching the spectacle. She had no idea what kind of ritual Lady Mayia was doing, but it did not feel right.
 Next the feet of the rat were attached to the body of the owl. Two on its chest and the others where its own feet once were.
 Last the body of the snake, blood still flowing from the neck was sewn under the tail feathers just above the bird's genitals as if it were a tail. Now her creature was complete.
 She then immediately took the body and blade to the north point of her room and placed the thing at the Goddess' feet. It sat there like a twisted stuff toy. Staring blankly with the snake's dead eyes. She did not focus on its gaze for long as she went and grabbed a long necked bottle from a shelf and brought it over to the creature.
 It was as if this tiny, inanimate thing had control over her. She seemed to be bidding to it as she poured the contents of the bottle in her hand. A magickal oil she created by herself to bless and anoint holy objects during ritual.
 She heavily applied it, lathering the small monster with the substance. Now it was covered in a slimy shimmering film. Lilia knew it was time to begin the ritual.
 A magick circle was laid by charcoal chunks and black candles. Lady Mayia incoherently mumbled under her breath. At each one she lit she said a phrase in a language Lilia was not familiar with. Being at the temple she was taught many magickal languages but this one did not strike a chord with her.
 All the candles were now lit. They cast an eerie glow to the room. The other candles seemed to bow their flames down cowering to these flames. Lady Mayia continued mumbling words in the unfamiliar tongue. To Lilia they sounded like nonsense words that could honestly mean nothing.
 A wave of energy proved her wrong. It rushed through the room taking the shape of wind, blowing the inferior candles out.  The black candles' flames grew higher as her words become more intense. Lilia could hardly recognize her voice. It was deep and throaty almost like a mans.
 For a slight moment or two Lilia almost understood the strange dark tongue that vibrated off the stone walls. Though when realized the comprehension of the words were lost to her.
 Lady Mayia removed her white dress stained by the animals' blood during the construction of the bizarre being in front of her. She laid it down before it as if it were an offering.
 Her muscular body caught the intense flames sheen. Every grove, curve, indent caught the unnatural light. It was strangely beautiful in the ghastly glow.
 Arms raised high her torso tightened. A deep breath inhaled as she violently shuttered out the words. No longer mumbles. She bent down and picked up the blade and held it to her wrist. Her face was over come with a dream-like expression.
  "Allackchti, Shl himn nehktu slh tunahht!" She yelled staring into the animal of corpses eyes.
 The sharp blade still drenched in the animals' blood slid across her white wrist. She clenched her teeth as the blade sliced the flesh. Pearly white disks expressing the willful pain. Liquid maroon quickly ran from the incision.
 She staged to the feet of the statue of the Goddess. She held it over the white toes. A bloody waterfall trickled to the head of the creature below.
 Higher the black candles' flames grew. Almost reaching the height of her waist. The snake's jaw dropped open, black fog emerged from what was left of the tiny throat.
 Lady Mayia flew around violently in a frenzy. Her sunburned hair flying viciously in the air as the ritual dance continued. It whipped her like a cat o' nine tails upon her neck and shoulders, but she didn't even wince once from the pain.
 Lilia froze, eyes fixed upon this peculiar spectacle. Departing from the mouth of the abomination was the dark shadow encountered earlier. She knew indeed this was not the work of the Goddess before her.
 As the shadow exited the body of the creature charred itself as if rejecting such a being to come through it. The abomination was obviously created to be a twisted gateway. Allowing the dark being to become part of this world.
 The frenzy ceased.
 It bobbed in front of Lady Mayia like it had in front of Lilia. Floating there with invisible eyes staring into the depths of the soul.
 The blade dropped from her hand and clanked to the floor. The sound seemed so loud as it penetrated Lilia's ears.
 The dark shadow wrapped itself around her naked body. The foggy embrace caused her to open her mouth and spread her legs willfully.
 She moaned with pleasure as she let the black shadow enter her. The shadow slithered and waved as she ran her hands through it. The strange pleasure continued and her excitement for its touch grew.
 The shadow began developing some sort of texture as it persisted inside her. As it became more solid Lilia witnessed as it moved greedily in and out of her orifices. Tasting her skin, inside her with its great mass.
 Plainly like a reflex Lady Mayia's arms wrapped around the shadow as it became more solid and was now moving from texture to form.
 Arms sprouted from the source of shadowy mass. As they were born the dark arms wrapped around Lady Mayia's creamy white back in return. Then a back of its own came into existence which her nails immediately dug deep into.
 A body of a man now appeared into view as the smoky blacks and greys like pieces of the night sky melted into colours of flesh.
 He continued thrusting in and out as the transformation continued. Taking delight of her pleasure, drinking the saliva from her mouth.
 Lilia looked on in amazement and terror at the newly formed man who now cradled her Lady. A mixture of emotions swam inside her. Whether to stop this display or sit, hide and continue watching.
 Thoughts were erased when he fully came into view. From such a terrible thing a beautiful man was created. His body was thick and muscular but he held Lady Mayia like she was as delicate as a butterfly.
 Long blonde hair expelled from the scalp traveling down to the middle of his back shining off the glow of the eerie black candles' flames. It looked like golden silk. As terrified as Lilia was she wanted to run her fingers through it. Indulge in its texture.
 Blue eyes cast in ice darted their way at the trunk lined with the white sea shells. The place where Lilia remained hidden, or so she thought. He stared at the stony eyes peering from the shadows of the box.
 His eyes had stolen her breath, then feasted on her heartbeat. Her whole body became stiff stuck staring at him.
 A innocent smile played on his lips as he knew what he was doing to this young woman. He feasted upon two women, just being newly born into this world.
 Lilia let the lid come down on her, taking shelter in the safety of the darkness. No longer witnessing the images in front of her. She could no longer take the look, that face focusing on her. If a moment were to carry on even more she would have surely died.
 "What was…" Lady Mayia mumbled and went to look in the direction from which the noise came.
 "Shh…" The man responded, speaking with his newly formed voice. It was just above a whisper, but so beautiful and intoxicating.
 He grabbed her face in his fingertips. The warmth of the flesh excited him. He turned her face to his and she was instantly caught within the blue eyes again. A gentle kiss was placed from his lips to hers.
 Her hips were thrusted hard into his. As full attention was set back onto him. Their bodies fell to the floor as the supernatural sexual encounter became quickened and intense.

 Lilia could hear the muffled heavy moans from them as the pleasure continued. She couldn't help the spark of green that twinkled inside her veins. She wasn't aware of why but she wondered what it was like to have such a being on her, caressing her body with a strange and dangerous experience.
 She blanked out her Lady's pleasured tunes for the moment to listen to his only. The grunts and moans surfacing from him tingled all throughout her body. It was like she was with him. Pressed against his soft newly formed skin. Letting the soft blonde curls wrap over her own skin.
 One last hardy moan developed from the depths of the freshly developed throat that signaled the end of the pleasure he sought from Lady Mayia. He grabbed her face in both his hands staring at it for moments curiously. At first there was a small smile on his face then it was replaced by blankness. Going into her eyes with his own.
 Then with a swift and thoughtless motion he slammed the back of her head on the stone floor. Lilia had now been listening for any sound as the moans ceased heard the sound of what seemed like a pleasurable moan returning. With her eyes locked safely within the borders of the trunk she was unable to see its core was of pain.
 He repeated the process three more times. The hard thuds echoing off the walls. Lilia feared what the origin of the sounds came from now. He watched as blood emerged from the back of her head. He laid his fingers in it staring at the red on his tanned fingers. He then smoothed it across the stone floor as if it were paint. Then brought his fingers to his lips to taste her essence.

 Silence. There was no kind of noise now for quite some time. Fear had been lurking within Lilia but now it grew large and infectious like a tumor. She was afraid of what her eyes would show her. What would be on the outside of this decorated box? Would there be two faces looking back at her or one?
 The silence persisted with heaviness smothering Lilia inside. It was bringing madness into the tumor that grew within her. There were no signs of breath, no whispers.
 The trunk lid slowly rose up, creaking to announce her emerging. The sight before her she could not be prepared for.
 Lady Mayia laid on the floor alone, a puddle of blood pillowing her head. there was no sign of life coming from her body. There was no sign of him.
 She slowly stepped out of the trunk and went to the side of Lady Mayia. She touched her gently. She did not move. Her chest did not rise or fall.
 "Oh Goddess, no." She said looking from her Lady's body to the statue with the blank white face.
 Tears filled her eyes as she crashed wrapping her arms around her dead Lady.