CASE #1 TIKBALANG GANGBANG (PART 3)

 

“Ugh. What a wasted beauty. She got some good racks isn’t Paulo?”

“Affirmative sir. Too bad she’s not warm anymore…”

“Bah! Just take some pictures and just do the usual in the comfort room!”

The police officers who are the first to arrive in the room of Cheska laugh with their dirty jokes as they a photo of the now lifeless body of Cheska. With her pajamas removed, nearly torn shirt, and a gaping mouth with volumes of drippings on it, it's easy to jump to a conclusion that the one who enters her apartment was aiming for her and not for her belongings. The apartment is perpetually untouched without even a hint of intrusion save by the open doors which also shows no signs of any forceful entrance.

“Hey Paulo, once you’ve done with those photos, make some copy of it. I know some who is working on a new porn site who has some fetish with dead bodies. I hope the lady won’t mind her photo being sold around the globe.”

Paulo chuckles while listening to her senior. Of course, the dead won’t mind becoming a famous icon of the sex-deprived foreigners who can’t get a girl in their lifetime so instead depend always on their left hand. He is just like them and having these rare phoo of a bombshell where they can fantasize until they emptied their load is essentially a godsend.

“Don’t worry sir. I’ve learned something about photography. I will make sure our model here can even make an impotent to have its hard-on.”

“No need for that one officer. I am telling you, the  dead won’t like what you are about to do.”

Startled to hear another voice, the two officers pulled their .45 quickly from their holster and point it at the man whose now right behind them; a 20-year-old male in plain shirt faded jeans and a sling bag. The black bonnet on his head and his medical eyepatch is the only one that saves his appearance from being mundane.

“This is a crime scene, totoy. You are not supposed to be here.” The senior police officer spoke in a gruff voice to intimidate the outsider but the response he got was a smile instead of fear.

“There is a crime here so definitely my presence is needed here, officer.” Before even they start to threaten him, Damian closed her eyes and whisper some arcane words from the long, lost alphabet of the native shamans of their nation.

Suddenly the senses of the two officers focus only on one single stimulation: the sound of a ticking clock. They can’t see, smell, or feel anything. The monotone tick and tock is the only thing that runs on their mind.

“Give me that phone, sir,” Damian commanded and Paulo handed it over immediately to him with his dilating, unblinking eyes.

“Thank you. Now go and don’t ever come back here.”

After a nod, the two officers strip off the yellow tapes round the apartment and leave immediately without looking back.

“Told you, Lolo Vic. No need to scare the hell out of them.” Denzel looks at her two grandfathers who now materializes beside him as they both look at their grandchild quizzically.

“We don’t teach you hypnotism.” They said in unison.

“You didn’t. I learn it by myself. Sometimes the most simple trick, not the flashiest, is all it takes to solve one’s problem.” Damian smiled as he put the phone he takes from the officer between his palm and whispers a few arcane words on it. In an instant, the phone burst into a small fire which he put out by clenching his fist after making sure that what’s left on the devices are nothing but ashes.

“So this is our victim…I guess we are quite late. She doesn’t have any pulse or breath.”

“Your eyes are sharp hijo but not your third eye.” Lolo Vir remarked when he noticed that there is a thin silver line that runs from the body of Cheska and makes its way outside of her apartment. Unfortunately, the thread is dimming and dimming with every second that passes.

“Her soul line is still intact but it won’t last that much longer. We need to track down her soul’s whereabouts.”

“...and perhaps who from the goddamn hell took it from her body.” Lolo Vic wander around and find a clue that neither the police officers saw as they enter the crime scene: hoof marks highlighted with a black aura.

“Tikbalang. No doubt about it. And I think I know now what makes her their prospect.”

Denzel’s gut has never been wrong whenever it compels him to a random such as now, it leads him to the room of Cheska and there he becomes the lone man who uncovers the secret of the 28-year-old virgin. Her room is unnaturally filled with posters, decors, and paraphernalia that can only be described as the amalgam of monstrosity and sensuality.

Sex toys of monstrous appearance such dildos that look like tentacles complete with realistic suckers, posters of anime girls being raped by bestial beings, and tons of banned films that put are known for being te most extreme and violent x-rated movies that are either destroyed by the church or left in some shady store at the Deep Web.

“Strong negative energies…lust. No wonder the Tikbalang went wild on her.”

Tikbalangs are beings that like every other Demons of their ancestors, sprang from mankind's basic desire and drives bent on the chaotic side: fear, anger, despair, and lust. They are known for their lusty behavior towards ladies. They abduct and rape. They will impregnate and keep them on their abode for the fun of it even if it means the death of the maidens they made love to due to their abnormally large and manhood or monster hood if you will.

“We are running out of time hijo..her soul line is partly invisible now even with my ghost eyes!”

Denzel nod at his grandfather as he took a wooden idol from his bag. It's similar to the Bul’ul of the Ifugaos but instead of the rice god on squat, Denzel’s idol appears to look like a blackbird covered with unblinking red eyes.

He placed the idol beside the body of Cheska and then he starts the Ritwal ng Pagtatawag.

”Humayo ka mula sa sinapupunan ng sanlibutan. Dalikmatang aking alagad. Dingging ang tinig ng iyong Baylan.” He bites her index finger and let the blood oozes from his wound down to the head of the idol. In an instance, an image of a crow starts to rise from the wooden idol. It flaps its wings that are filled not only with night-colored features but also with red eyes that intermittently blink in a synchronize pattern.

It hovers above the body of Cheska and makes a six circular path around it before it landed on the shoulder of Denzel and whispers something to its master.

“I know the location of her soul. Lolo Vir, let us go now. The Dalikmata will guide us.”

“Hey, how about me? What should I do here?”

“Guard her body Lolo Vic. Make sure that no stray souls or elementals will possess her vessel. You got that?”

The Grand Warlock would want to raise a plea but Denzel was already outside the door when he is about to speak.

“Ah that kid! If he were not my Apo that I’ll probably give him a good lesson starting with a sealing curse for his mouth!” Lolo Vic fumed madly as he was left alone with nothing but a corpse. 

“I am going to miss all the fun! Punyeta!”

However, Lolo Vic’s eye suddenly emits a certain spark when he takes a gander at Cheska’s lithe yet curvaceous body which is quite rare for her type who just spend the days in front of her laptops and adopting a life of a shut-in geek.

“Guess what, Denzel. I think your call today is wrong. You just made you Lolo have another good time here.” His smile doesn’t even look like the senile old man that he is now but the scheming Warlock that he was known for during his prime; a powerful and lecherous Master of the Dark Arts.