I sat inside of Rustem’s mind and wrung my hands nervously. I was
elated at the turn of events, but I couldn’t deny the fear that surfaced again,
to my anger and distress.
I tried to suppress it by
gloating over my success. At least I was in.
The next step was to somehow get rid of the sorceress Anahita.
When the morning dawned, I urged Rustem to hurry to the creek nearby the house.
The water was unbearably cold, and although I suffered what he felt, being
ensconced in his body, I cared not. I let him feel the full brunt of my disgust
of sex. I wanted him to feel what I felt, and in this case, as I was made to
suffer by his act of sex, he was made to suffer my disgust of it. It made the
bond we shared very strong. He scrubbed himself with sand and mud until his
skin was red and sore. The rest of the day he passed muttering prayers and
avoiding his family.
In the evening, he returned to the house. His children were
playing merrily inside. His wife, the sorceress Anahita, looked worried as she
eyed him, and I became convinced that all of my plans were about to be
shattered. Just then, as Rustem was unfastening his sandal, the wretched girl,
his daughter Spenta, jumped upon him and grabbed his ears, urging him to
pretend to be a horse. My loathing of the feel of her body was well
communicated to Rustem, and he reacted by throwing her off. This was reckless
of me, but it was an automatic response. I looked up to see Anahita narrowing
her eyes, perhaps seeing me finally within the mind of her soon to be addled
husband.
The demons in Hell smiled upon me, and a miracle occurred. As the
girl landed on her face, I saw it. She was wearing a yellow skirt that dragged
to the ground, but where her youthful womanhood would be hiding, was a red
stain. I read from Rustem’s terrified mind that it was her first
menstruation—something they had not expected yet.
You are not
from these times, so I will explain Rustem’s terror. The magi had strange and
fantastic beliefs. One was that when a woman menstruated, she was actually
possessed by a demon. The blood was the indication of that possession. This
story came from the fables of the Magi. I will relate that tale tomorrow, if I am not too busy tormenting some poor devil.http://www.extasybooks.com/banner-of-fire-9/
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