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The Words! What Do They Mean?
🕑 Added 2022-03-11 14:30:26 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 30: The Words! What Do They Mean?
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However, there was one room that is different, the only chamber that had a wooden bed in it... Among other things, "What the actual fuck."
Scattered throughout the room were what seemed to be the remains of the dead, ugly old hair and old dry flesh or skin, yet there were no signs of worms and bones anywhere in the room.
'I smell like nothing? Just old things.' Ian noted. The smell supposed to be overwhelming around the dead was nowhere to be seen or smelt.
Ian cautiously walked inside, careful not to step on any of the dead flesh. He observed the room and naturally picked up the most conspicuous item in the room, a tablet.
He picked up the stone tablet and observed it closely, and softly lest it breaks down, its frailness and ancientness were apparent.
"Old Egyptian? This..." Ian's hand almost trembled at the thought but he forced himself to calm down.
The tablet was more like a stone painting, the painting of a young beautiful lady and two devilish tigers around her.
It wasn't exactly as detailed as modern art, but its value could reach millions if not tens depending on its age, and several other details.
Thankfully, Ian brought with him a small bag just in case. He couldn't bring the duffel bag for the inconvenience, but the back bag was perfect for this.
He carefully covered the tablet with a soft cloth before placing it in his bag. He then took a deep breath, looked around a little more but found nothing else, and only then did he continue his journey through the hall.
'If my memory serves me right, she is some kind of demonic entity. The dead flesh and hair in the room is a clue to prove that. She should at least know something about it.'
Ian brought out 'his' dagger, the Kryptonian dagger. It had a dark grey hue to it, and the black engravings made it that much more exquisite.
He also got his gun ready for any confrontation he might face. His opponent might be some kind of god or demon, but a bullet can surely affect them... right? If not, the alien dagger can perhaps do the job.
He walked and walked through the long hallway, only finding empty rooms until he reached what appeared to be a balcony of sorts.
The view was that of a large hall, and Ian made sure to be stealthy as clearly felt the ancient structure rumbling as if it was about to crumble down.
He took a single look at what was happening in the massive hall before just resting on the ground and closing his eyes, hidden from whatever it's that lay there.
'I am quite lucky, am I not? I've been born with such a blessing, and while it might've messed my mind, it also made me who I am and allowed my life to be as bright and exciting as it is.'
He placed his right hand on his chest, seemingly in prayer, "I've never been interested in why it works as it does since I know it's still something far out of my understanding but...
But for god's sake be a bit consistent you fucking bitch. You got me used to never getting hurt in the last few months, yet here we are. I was fine with broken bones before because it was the norm, so now I expect the norm to be something else... Please babe?'
He hoped his honest prayer was answered as he just rested there, waiting for the confrontation beneath to end and for an opportunity to surface.
However, the rumbling only continued to escalate further, and it was only a few minutes before the place came crashing down. The entire tomb was crumbling upon itself, a structure that stood for thousands of years has fallen.
Ian who was at the center of all of this remained seated with his eyes closed. He could feel the dust basically overcoating him, and making breathing a bit difficult.
He also felt something falling on his left leg, not too hard and he only felt a little pain. The thick combat boots did help in protecting his toes, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep for years to come just because of the pain everyone has experienced some time in their life.
"You fucking bitch." Ian muttered as he opened his eyes. He noticed the thing on his leg was but a small piece of rubble. He took it off and started looking around, barely finding a hole to climb out through.
'I really didn't think this through, did I?' However, he was able to climb through the rubbles to his destination. He made sure to remember the direction, and the area around his target was relatively empty.
The most conspicuous thing in it was a massive statue that has fallen onto what looks like a pit with a dark green liquid.
Ian could faintly see that it has fallen on something. What looks like a body, an extremely old body. He could see its skin which seems to be stuck on its bones, pale dead skin. The body barely had any clothing on to hide its dreadful appearance.
That wasn't just it, there were many similar bodies, all were dry as if their life was sucked right out of them. Corpses were scattered everywhere, but that one was special.
Ian calmly approached the body after a little reconnaissance of his surroundings. His dagger was still in his hand, ready to act at any moment.
However, the body was lifeless and motionless despite his presence there, and he knows exactly who the body belongs to.
"Fortunately I got used to wearing gloves all the time," Ian muttered without stepping into the pit. He happened to know what the dark green liquid in it was, or the pit in general, Lazarus Pit.
A mysterious fluid-filled pit with some miraculous effects, notably the pits would regenerate and even revive the dying and kill the healthy, though with some side effects, most famously bouts of insanity.
Ian remembered that, so it was only natural he would take off one of his gloves and put his hand in the liquid to see what would happen.
'I'm healthy, so will it kill me?' He either has blind trust in his ability, or he has no regard for his life.
However, nothing happened. The liquid seemed to be boiling with bubbles spurting everywhere, yet it felt cold but heavy.
Ian frowned, he was even more sure about a theory of his about his power, 'You win some you lose some I guess...'
He put the gloves back on and approached the body. He stretched his hand to what appeared to be the head and gently lifted it, finding himself faced with black abyssal eyes, staring at the depths of his soul.
"Doo... what... I s-say... Help m-me... out..." And she spoke. the rest of her body must've been completely destroyed by the stature, yet here she is still alive.
Not only that, her skin was clutched to her bones as if she has no flesh or blood. She shouldn't be alive in the first place.
"Such a fascinating thing no matter how disgusting you are, you represent the extent and magicalness of the world, the expansion of my horizon."
Ian murmured ignoring her plea, and then he noticed something, "Eww, still disgusting though." He remarked feeling her skin slipping out of her head in the area he's holding, 'I'll have to throw away my gloves.'
The lady seemed as she hissed and spoke with some unknown language. As time passed however, she realized that whatever she was doing wasn't working.
Ian realized that as well. He smiled at her as he brought his phone up to her bewildered face, showing her a picture of an old scroll, a seemingly incomplete scroll with a few pieces missing.
"Now be a dear and tell me what these words mean."
"Trigon???"
"Say what now?"
