NOVPUBAs the vision coalesced around him, Jude's awareness became one with the tormented figure of a woman, tied to a wooden cross, the weight of impending doom pressing upon her soul like an invisible shroud. The air crackled with anticipation, charged by the fervor of the gathered throng, a congregation of accusers and executioners, their faces contorted with zealous fervor.
The woman's gaze, unyielding amidst the storm of accusations and condemnation, swept over the sea of faces that encircled her, a grim tribunal of righteous fury and ancient vendetta. Her son, a solemn presence among the gathered multitude, bore witness to the impending spectacle with eyes clouded by conflict.
Voices rose like a chorus of condemnation, accusations laced with fervent zeal and fervor. The air echoed with the weight of collective judgment, the woman's fate sealed by the unforgiving decree of divine retribution.
In the throes of impending immolation, the woman's spirit blazed with indignant defiance, a testament to the enduring strength of human resilience amidst the crucible of adversity. Her voice, a clarion call of righteous anger, shattered the suffocating silence that enveloped the gathering storm.
"You condemn me in the name of your gods?" she spat, her words laced with bitter contempt. "I curse the heavens that forsake their own children to the flames!"
Her voice, a tempest of defiance amid the gathering storm, echoed with the echoes of ancient grievances, a symphony of anguish and wrath that reverberated through the fabric of time itself.
As the flames of the pyre licked hungrily at the edges of her consciousness, the woman's gaze turned skyward, a silent plea drowned out by the roar of crackling flames. Her son's presence, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy, weighed heavily upon her heart, a testament to the cruelty of fate and the capricious whims of gods long forgotten.
Yet amid the smoldering embers of despair, a chilling revelation seized the woman's soul, an oath forged in the crucible of profound loss and unyielding rage.
"I curse thee, O gods of deceit and indifference!" she cried, her voice rising above the tumult of the infernal pyre. "May your thrones crumble to dust, your temples be laid to waste!"
Her words, a potent invocation of divine retribution, reverberated through the fabric of existence, a cataclysmic ripple that transcended mortal understanding.
And in a blinding flash of searing light, the heavens answered her call, an act of defiance that defied the sanctity of divine order. Lightning, an arbiter of cosmic wrath, rent the skies asunder, a harbinger of indiscriminate justice that swept through the gathered throng like a scythe through wheat.
In the wake of divine fury, the accusers and executioners lay scattered like broken dolls, a testament to the indiscriminate cruelty of celestial vengeance. Her son, too, succumbed to the indiscriminate fury, a tragic casualty of a conflict that transcended mortal understanding.
The woman, her spirit unyielding amidst the wreckage of divine wrath, remained bound to the charred remnants of her mortal coil, a sentinel of defiance whose legacy would echo through the annals of time.
As the vision receded like a wisp of smoke, Jude found himself ensnared within the tapestry of ancient anguish, a witness to the cataclysmic clash between mortal frailty and divine caprice.
In the depths of his subconscious, the remnants of the vision lingered, a haunting testament to the enduring legacy of defiance that transcended the boundaries of mortality. And amidst the echoes of ancient grievances, Jude's consciousness drifted, a fragment of a bygone era poised upon the precipice of forgotten truths.
The vision was flickering. It was not yet over he continued to see it, the woman was going to kill the god. For that she became a witch. And for a witch to become a god, she needs to sacrifice thousand and one innocent newborn babies in a volcano. The volcano was in the centre of an island. To create thousand and one innocent babies she plotted to trap 12 or more women in that island then she made become a man and erased all her memories. She also went to the island.
As the flickering remnants of the vision persisted, Jude found himself drawn deeper into the tangled web of the woman's harrowing journey, a descent into darkness that defied mortal comprehension.
Amidst the ethereal haze, the woman's path unfolded with grim purpose, a tale of desperation and determination that blurred the boundaries between mortal and divine. Her quest for vengeance, steeped in ancient ritual and sacrificial zeal, bore witness to the depths of her anguish and the fervor of her resolve. 𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒
The woman's transformation into a witch, a harbinger of primal forces unleashed, marked a chilling turning point in her odyssey. Driven by a singular obsession, to defy the gods who had forsaken her, she embarked upon a path fraught with peril and moral ambiguity.
To ascend to the divine realm, the woman plotted a macabre ritual, one that demanded the ultimate sacrifice of innocence. The ancient rites, veiled in obsidian shadows and whispered lore, mandated the obliteration of a thousand and one innocent newborns, a toll exacted in blood and agony.
In her ruthless pursuit of power, the woman orchestrated a sinister scheme, an intricate tapestry of deception and subterfuge that ensnared unsuspecting women in her nefarious design. Through dark arts and forbidden incantations, she wrought a transformative spell, a sinister alchemy that reshaped her victims into unwitting pawns in her grand design.
With meticulous precision, the woman erased their memories and wove a shroud of illusion, a facade of complacency that veiled the true nature of their captivity. The island, ensconced within the tranquil embrace of azure seas, became a crucible of dark ambition, a crucible that bore witness to the machinations of a soul consumed by vengeance.
As the vision unfolded before Jude's transfixed gaze, he bore witness to the woman's descent into moral oblivion, a descent fueled by a tempest of rage and despair. Her transformation into a malevolent force, a paragon of primordial wrath, stood as a testament to the boundless depths of human depravity.
