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He was entirely naked except for his groin which had a piece of cloth tied across and round his waist. Around his neck were many necklaces made with beads. The necklaces dangled on his wide broad chest. On his ring finger was a huge ring with a shiny black stone in the middle of it, which he often dipped in a bowel of blood next to his throne. Before him were giant men who also dressed like him except for his many necklaces and bangles. The men were dragging young men and women from the shadow which surrounded the wooden shed. As they dragged them out, the man who sat on the throne would say with a baritone voice, “We feed your souls to death so that death would not touch our own souls. You are our defense against death! Your death saves the living amongst us!”

After his words, those giant young men would begin to skin the naked people alive. As they skinned the men and women, they would wail in such horrifying manner that no human heart would be able to stand the sound of their voice. The sound of their cry was like the moan of death itself. How the men and their king were able to bear the cry of those being skinned was too deep for either David or Martha to understand. The men and women would cry as the young men skinned them until their voices went silent. The flesh skinned off from their skeletons was immediately cast into the pit of fire. The fire would rage like the sea and emit dark smokes when the flesh of those men and women was cast into it. It was clear to David and Martha that a monster dwelt in that inferno whose callous heart was appeased with the meat of flesh men and women. Immediately after their flesh was cast into the fire, their skeletons still covered in blood, would be disjointed and given to young boys and girls who used them to make the art work which David and Martha saw at the gallery of National Art Museum.

The art work was believed to hold enough power to ward off death from the king and his royal family. The rage, pain and sufferings of the skinned men and women were thought to satisfy death or even scare it away from the king and his family. The art work was used to adorn the palace and the royal quarters. The horrible ritual had begun when the man who sat on the wooden throne, known as king Dynas, lost the entire members of his family. King Dynas almost went mad with sorrow and swore never to let death touch his family members in the future. After their burials, king Dynas journeyed far and returned with a ritual known as “The Rage of the Dead”. To provide a supply of humans for his abominable ritual, king Dynas raided his own land for slaves, and so began his abominable sacrifices. Soon after he took wives and began having children. For years, death stayed away from king Dynas and his new family. King Dynas went on to live as long as two hundred and ten years with youthful vigour. But one day, no one could explain what happened, the king dissolved from head to toe while sitting on his throne. Many of his family members were eaten alive by a swarm of black flies which came out of the pit of fire; only a few of them survived the scourge. 

At the end of what they had been shown, David and Martha could not wait to leave the world where the woman in silk had taken them. Both of them threw up several times at the sight of humans being skinned alive and their flesh burnt to appease death. “Please take us away from here we have seen enough! Please we don’t want anything to do with this!” cried Martha. “David you have been touched by the hands of a hundred dead souls. You have to help us. You must set us free. I am the voice of a thousand souls bound by the rage of death. Do you see the ring on king Dynas’ finger?” David nodded. “That ring still holds us prisoners, we want our souls set free and we want revenge on the descendants of king Dynas. Get me the ring and I will never trouble you again. You are the only one we have found in hundreds of years who has expressed pity to the horror we suffered. For that you have been chosen to help us break free”. “How will I be able to get you a long lost ring? I mean a ring that has disappeared over the ages!” “You are wrong; the descendants of king Dynas have it. They fear what would happen to them if the ring was to fall into our hands”. “I will get you the ring if you show me where it is, how to get it and promise to stay away from me and my wife!” “I promise”. “Get us out of here please!” shouted Martha. The woman in silk touched them and they woke up in their car coughing terribly. The stench of death filled their car and even days after that incident neither David nor his wife could eat anything.

Some weeks after the incident at the gallery of National Art Museum, David had a ghastly motor accident. He was rushed to the hospital by passers-by who had seen him ram his car against the pillar of a foot bridge. When they got to him David was already bleeding profusely and was in the throes of death. Though doctors were able to save David from death, they could not save him from going into coma. In the night as David lay in his hospital bed, the woman in white silk material came and woke his spirit and led him by hand into the street while his body lay on the hospital bed. After a brief walk David saw himself in front of a mansion. “Vetolas, the eldest descendant of king Dynas lives here, he has the ring and he has the heart of his ancestor king Dynas. He is a beast. Tomorrow he will host his friends and you will come here to get me the ring”, said the woman in glowing white silk material. “How will I get in?” asked David. “I will see to that”. Silently the two of them walked back to the hospital and David lay back into his body. By morning Martha drove to the hospital to check out how David was recovering. She sat by his bed and prayed for him. While she prayed, the woman in glowing white silk material entered the hospital room. Even though David was still in coma, his spirit turned to his left and looked at the woman in silk and the woman smiled at him. Like a powder blown into the wind the woman disappeared. A few minutes after David’s mouth moved in a smile shape. That comforted Martha and she said, “I am glad you can hear me. Soon you will leave here. I won’t let you die here”. Unknown to her, David was smiling because of her words.

The next night the woman in glowing white silk material walked into the hospital and woke David from his sick bed. This time she woke both his spirit and body. As David sat on the edge of his bed the woman said, “I think it is time to introduce myself, my name is Awiti. It means, ‘thrown away’”. David repeated the name, Awiti as if to test the feel of it in his mouth. Awiti took David’s arm and led him out of the hospital. As they walked Awiti began to transform into a woman in coral beaded maxi dinner wear and in pink satin flower diamant high sandals, while David transformed into a man in black suit, a white shirt, a black bow tie and black shoes. The woman took David’s hand as they walked; in a twinkle of an eye, they appeared near Vetolas’ mansion. 

At the gate, a huge bouncer, dressed in tuxedo suit asked them their pass; the woman opened her mouth, black smokes came out and the wailing of the dead tore into the bouncer’s ear and the smokes covered his face. While the bouncer held his ears and choked for breath, Awiti and David passed through the gate. Inside the mansion, there were about fourteen men and women dressed in breathtaking dinner gowns and suits. They held their glasses of wine in their hands and chatted away in small groups. Awiti whispered to David in her horror voice, “The ring has always been kept in a vault upstairs. We must get there”. Before they could head for the room upstairs, Awiti took David to a woman, Vetolas’ secretary, and explained with a human voice, “Mr. Gabriel could not make it and so sent Mr. Stanley and I. He regrets whatever inconveniences his sudden change in plans might constitute to your boss, Don Vetolas”. “Wow! I am surprised by this development. I spoke with him only forty-five minutes ago and he assured me he was on his way… Well make yourselves comfortable, I will let my boss know about this”. “Thank you”, replied Awiti.    

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