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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Mystery
- Subject: Horror / Scary
- Published: 10/19/2013
EYE OF THE IDOL
FACTS:
1. The black orlov, also known as eye of the idol, is a real diamond stolen from the temple of a Hindu god, Brahma, in Pondicherry of southern India.
2. In the early 18th century a French army deserter became a Hindu convert and worshipped Brahma for ten years. Having earned the trust of the guardians, he pilfered the eye of the idol somewhere around 1740 and escaped to Madras.
3. The black orlov was the third-eye or the moon eye of Brahma. There were two other eyes. The orlov and the great mogul. The orlov is now in the Moscow Kremlin. And the great mogul, now known as Koh-I-Noor, adorns the English queen’s crown.
4. Widely believed to have been cursed, the black orlov was split into three pieces, in an attempt to lift the curse.
Before I die, I must see the orange sunset over the horizon, one last time, a sunset so orange that even a drenched tiger looks pale. Before I die I must stroll on the warm, rough sands of the beach. I must sniff the smell of the fresh earth, just after the first rain of the season ends. I must hear the dry leaves rustle in the cold morning wind. I must taste and relish the sweetest honey of my forests. But I cannot, for I am a betrayer. I have betrayed the gods. I have betrayed my creator and I must endure his wrath.
I am incarcerated within the dungeons, chained to the walls, awaiting death, for I’ve betrayed the gods. The floor of the dungeon is ice-cold. the damp smell of wood drills into my nose. I shiver like a scapegoat. I’m scared to open my eyes, but still I long to open them. Defeated by the urge, I open my eyes. I feel like they’re still closed. The dark room must’ve blinded me. I hear a door creaking open to my right and footsteps approach me from the door. The sound of bare feet landing on the cold floor fills my ears. The hair on the back of my neck tickles as someone breathes over my ear.
“Watch this” a raspy voice tells me. The voice sounds like sandpaper being rubbed on metal.
I hear footsteps travelling in front of me and coming to a halt directly in the middle of the room. The man strikes a match; I realized that I had not been alone in the room. I see a figure hanging from the roof. Suddenly, the air around me becomes cold. My bowels start to shrink. The match illuminates a temple-guardian hanging inverted from the ceiling with chains through his ankles. A crimson pool of blood formed directly beneath his head. The match burns out and I become blind again. A realize that an analogous fate awaits me soon.
If only I had accomplished what the nayak asked me to do, Four years ago.
CHAPTER 2
The nayak, my king, summoned me to the shore of the great ocean. His crown blinded my eyes as I kneeled before him. I noticed five shiny pebbles in his hand.
He stood me up and gave me a pebble and said “here, throw this pebble towards the east as far as you can.”
I never question the nayak; I rubbed the smooth pebble gently with my fingers and took a deep breath. I arched my hand as much as possible and hurled the stone as far as I could.
He gave me three more pebbles and ordered me in a calm royal voice “throw this one west, this one north and this one south.”
I obliged and threw them all as far as I could. The nayak took the final pebble and threw it straight into the air.
“If, I fill the space between all these five pebbles entirely with mounds of gold and precious gems, it will still not suffice the value of the stone which I am giving you” he said as he held-out a black half-egg shaped diamond towards me.
“This will be the moon-eye of Brahma’s idol in the temple. Take it under your wings. You must safeguard the eye of Brahma with your life. You must stand guard for the eye, against anyone, even the priests themselves if you have to.”
I took the black diamond in my hands. The diamond was cold and as smooth as a snail’s shell. I knew that the eye was made of the strongest material known to man, yet I held it gracefully in my hands so that I would not break it.
The nayak believed in me, more than the other guardians and the priests. I will never betray his trust. trust is the strongest bond in the world. But I should not have trusted Joseph bussy.
The French-man, who deserted his army. He took refuge under the temple’s shelter. He worshipped Brahma for ten years. I made a mistake of making the most sacred bond of trust, with him. He was a snake guised as a cow. All these years I was trying to milk the cow, not realizing that everything the cow had was poison.
The guardians never allow the untouchables beyond the first enclosure of the temple. The foreigners and Christians were never allowed beyond the fourth. Only the priests and the guardians ventured beyond the seventh and final enclosure, to walk among the gods. Ten years of trust made us permit him beyond the entrance to heaven. The priests put a terrible curse on the idol. I let the French-man take the diamond and now I must be punished by the lord.
CHAPTER – 3
The door of the dungeon creaks open. The fat man with the raspy voice brings a lantern into the room. Near the door, I can see a vessel with water boiling in it. The door behind him seals shut. The man takes a sharp knife out of his cloak.
A stab on the heart or a slit on the throat will take us into the afterlife instantly. But, the fat man has other plans for us. The fat man tugs at the guardian’s legs to see if the chains are secure. I realized what will happen to us.
If I am murdered instantly, I would accept it as the happiest man in the entire universe. But I am about to go through purification.
The fat man took the knife and started the purification of the guardian. He made round slits around the ankles of the guardian. The unconscious guardian woke and wailed in pain as the skin around his ankles were being cut. The fat man started to yank the skin off from his legs. He tugged his entire weight to rip the skin off the guardian’s legs.
The guardian howled in pain, like a goat which shouts when its throats are being ripped apart. The fat man kept making slits inside the torn flesh, slowly as he pulled the skin away from both the legs. The fat man ripped the skin of the man up to his waist. The skin of the guardian dangled over his own face. The fat man slapped the bare muscles, every time the guardian went silent. The guardian shrieked and cried, trying to look at his own legs being flayed.
The fat man brought the boiling water near the guardian, and poured bowls of it into the guardian’s ripped skin to loosen it from the flesh. The guardian screamed as much as he could before going out of breath. The fat man tugged down so hard that the skin came out of his entire body and his head. The only skin left on the guardian was on the arms. The fat man kept pulling the guardian’s skin as he kept tugging away from the chains. The skin finally pulled out from the guardian. The guardian saw his own skin, thrown on the floor and then he saw his own pink flesh bleeding. He let out cries to kill him. But the fat man heard nothing. He splashed the remaining water on the guardian’s naked flesh.
CHAPTER -- 4
I am next.
The fat man pulled the guardian from the chains and threw him next to me. The guardian wailed like a baby when his naked flesh touched the floor. He looked at me with his skin-less face bleeding like a stuck pig. He struggled to bat his eyelashes, pleading for death. I tried to touch him, to give him comfort, but my hand stuck on his flesh and he cried out in pain. The smell of his raw flesh penetrated my nose as I removed my hand forcefully from his flesh. A white layer of fat over his body seemed to vibrate out of pain where I touched him. I could not see his naked flesh anymore. The fact that I am going to be flayed next penetrated fear into every cell of my body. The scalp-less head of the guardian lifted slowly and he tried to touch his own body. I prayed that the guardian would die soon.
I cannot touch him without hurting him. Yet, I took him gently onto my lap. Even the tears from my eyes hurt his flesh.
“You have been purified my friend, go ahead happily. For heaven and its glory awaits you.”
The guardian’s eyes looked at me with pain, his black eyes closed painfully. The guardian’s soul went into the afterlife. The fat man looked at me holding onto the guardian. He pulled the flayed man away from my arms and took him away from the dungeons.
Every human is afraid of death. But, now I will even kill to die a peaceful death. There is nothing more heavenly on earth than a peaceful death. I take my shivering hands and cover my face. The door creaks open again. I will never be ready for this. I can never accept what awaits me behind the door.
The fat man entered into the room. He brought some more fresh water, enough to flay a human. He made the wood under the vessel burn and approached me with his knife ready. He came within inches of me and dropped something on the floor.
“Eat this” he said with his raspy voice.
I knew what it was. The most poisonous mushroom the humans ever had. The cruel barbarian will still flay me or else he will be flayed himself. But he was letting me die, the way I prefer to. The barbarian is my god.
I put the mushroom in my mouth and I look at the fat man with gratefulness in my eyes. The mushroom tastes like the sweetest honey I have ever tasted. I close my eyes. I can smell the fresh earth after the first rain. I can see the orange sunset and I can feel the warm sand on my feet.
Eye Of The Idol(john ricky)
EYE OF THE IDOL
FACTS:
1. The black orlov, also known as eye of the idol, is a real diamond stolen from the temple of a Hindu god, Brahma, in Pondicherry of southern India.
2. In the early 18th century a French army deserter became a Hindu convert and worshipped Brahma for ten years. Having earned the trust of the guardians, he pilfered the eye of the idol somewhere around 1740 and escaped to Madras.
3. The black orlov was the third-eye or the moon eye of Brahma. There were two other eyes. The orlov and the great mogul. The orlov is now in the Moscow Kremlin. And the great mogul, now known as Koh-I-Noor, adorns the English queen’s crown.
4. Widely believed to have been cursed, the black orlov was split into three pieces, in an attempt to lift the curse.
Before I die, I must see the orange sunset over the horizon, one last time, a sunset so orange that even a drenched tiger looks pale. Before I die I must stroll on the warm, rough sands of the beach. I must sniff the smell of the fresh earth, just after the first rain of the season ends. I must hear the dry leaves rustle in the cold morning wind. I must taste and relish the sweetest honey of my forests. But I cannot, for I am a betrayer. I have betrayed the gods. I have betrayed my creator and I must endure his wrath.
I am incarcerated within the dungeons, chained to the walls, awaiting death, for I’ve betrayed the gods. The floor of the dungeon is ice-cold. the damp smell of wood drills into my nose. I shiver like a scapegoat. I’m scared to open my eyes, but still I long to open them. Defeated by the urge, I open my eyes. I feel like they’re still closed. The dark room must’ve blinded me. I hear a door creaking open to my right and footsteps approach me from the door. The sound of bare feet landing on the cold floor fills my ears. The hair on the back of my neck tickles as someone breathes over my ear.
“Watch this” a raspy voice tells me. The voice sounds like sandpaper being rubbed on metal.
I hear footsteps travelling in front of me and coming to a halt directly in the middle of the room. The man strikes a match; I realized that I had not been alone in the room. I see a figure hanging from the roof. Suddenly, the air around me becomes cold. My bowels start to shrink. The match illuminates a temple-guardian hanging inverted from the ceiling with chains through his ankles. A crimson pool of blood formed directly beneath his head. The match burns out and I become blind again. A realize that an analogous fate awaits me soon.
If only I had accomplished what the nayak asked me to do, Four years ago.
CHAPTER 2
The nayak, my king, summoned me to the shore of the great ocean. His crown blinded my eyes as I kneeled before him. I noticed five shiny pebbles in his hand.
He stood me up and gave me a pebble and said “here, throw this pebble towards the east as far as you can.”
I never question the nayak; I rubbed the smooth pebble gently with my fingers and took a deep breath. I arched my hand as much as possible and hurled the stone as far as I could.
He gave me three more pebbles and ordered me in a calm royal voice “throw this one west, this one north and this one south.”
I obliged and threw them all as far as I could. The nayak took the final pebble and threw it straight into the air.
“If, I fill the space between all these five pebbles entirely with mounds of gold and precious gems, it will still not suffice the value of the stone which I am giving you” he said as he held-out a black half-egg shaped diamond towards me.
“This will be the moon-eye of Brahma’s idol in the temple. Take it under your wings. You must safeguard the eye of Brahma with your life. You must stand guard for the eye, against anyone, even the priests themselves if you have to.”
I took the black diamond in my hands. The diamond was cold and as smooth as a snail’s shell. I knew that the eye was made of the strongest material known to man, yet I held it gracefully in my hands so that I would not break it.
The nayak believed in me, more than the other guardians and the priests. I will never betray his trust. trust is the strongest bond in the world. But I should not have trusted Joseph bussy.
The French-man, who deserted his army. He took refuge under the temple’s shelter. He worshipped Brahma for ten years. I made a mistake of making the most sacred bond of trust, with him. He was a snake guised as a cow. All these years I was trying to milk the cow, not realizing that everything the cow had was poison.
The guardians never allow the untouchables beyond the first enclosure of the temple. The foreigners and Christians were never allowed beyond the fourth. Only the priests and the guardians ventured beyond the seventh and final enclosure, to walk among the gods. Ten years of trust made us permit him beyond the entrance to heaven. The priests put a terrible curse on the idol. I let the French-man take the diamond and now I must be punished by the lord.
CHAPTER – 3
The door of the dungeon creaks open. The fat man with the raspy voice brings a lantern into the room. Near the door, I can see a vessel with water boiling in it. The door behind him seals shut. The man takes a sharp knife out of his cloak.
A stab on the heart or a slit on the throat will take us into the afterlife instantly. But, the fat man has other plans for us. The fat man tugs at the guardian’s legs to see if the chains are secure. I realized what will happen to us.
If I am murdered instantly, I would accept it as the happiest man in the entire universe. But I am about to go through purification.
The fat man took the knife and started the purification of the guardian. He made round slits around the ankles of the guardian. The unconscious guardian woke and wailed in pain as the skin around his ankles were being cut. The fat man started to yank the skin off from his legs. He tugged his entire weight to rip the skin off the guardian’s legs.
The guardian howled in pain, like a goat which shouts when its throats are being ripped apart. The fat man kept making slits inside the torn flesh, slowly as he pulled the skin away from both the legs. The fat man ripped the skin of the man up to his waist. The skin of the guardian dangled over his own face. The fat man slapped the bare muscles, every time the guardian went silent. The guardian shrieked and cried, trying to look at his own legs being flayed.
The fat man brought the boiling water near the guardian, and poured bowls of it into the guardian’s ripped skin to loosen it from the flesh. The guardian screamed as much as he could before going out of breath. The fat man tugged down so hard that the skin came out of his entire body and his head. The only skin left on the guardian was on the arms. The fat man kept pulling the guardian’s skin as he kept tugging away from the chains. The skin finally pulled out from the guardian. The guardian saw his own skin, thrown on the floor and then he saw his own pink flesh bleeding. He let out cries to kill him. But the fat man heard nothing. He splashed the remaining water on the guardian’s naked flesh.
CHAPTER -- 4
I am next.
The fat man pulled the guardian from the chains and threw him next to me. The guardian wailed like a baby when his naked flesh touched the floor. He looked at me with his skin-less face bleeding like a stuck pig. He struggled to bat his eyelashes, pleading for death. I tried to touch him, to give him comfort, but my hand stuck on his flesh and he cried out in pain. The smell of his raw flesh penetrated my nose as I removed my hand forcefully from his flesh. A white layer of fat over his body seemed to vibrate out of pain where I touched him. I could not see his naked flesh anymore. The fact that I am going to be flayed next penetrated fear into every cell of my body. The scalp-less head of the guardian lifted slowly and he tried to touch his own body. I prayed that the guardian would die soon.
I cannot touch him without hurting him. Yet, I took him gently onto my lap. Even the tears from my eyes hurt his flesh.
“You have been purified my friend, go ahead happily. For heaven and its glory awaits you.”
The guardian’s eyes looked at me with pain, his black eyes closed painfully. The guardian’s soul went into the afterlife. The fat man looked at me holding onto the guardian. He pulled the flayed man away from my arms and took him away from the dungeons.
Every human is afraid of death. But, now I will even kill to die a peaceful death. There is nothing more heavenly on earth than a peaceful death. I take my shivering hands and cover my face. The door creaks open again. I will never be ready for this. I can never accept what awaits me behind the door.
The fat man entered into the room. He brought some more fresh water, enough to flay a human. He made the wood under the vessel burn and approached me with his knife ready. He came within inches of me and dropped something on the floor.
“Eat this” he said with his raspy voice.
I knew what it was. The most poisonous mushroom the humans ever had. The cruel barbarian will still flay me or else he will be flayed himself. But he was letting me die, the way I prefer to. The barbarian is my god.
I put the mushroom in my mouth and I look at the fat man with gratefulness in my eyes. The mushroom tastes like the sweetest honey I have ever tasted. I close my eyes. I can smell the fresh earth after the first rain. I can see the orange sunset and I can feel the warm sand on my feet.
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