CASE #1 TIKBALANG GANGBANG (PART 5)

 

A realm is a reflection of what kind of entity dwells on it. This explains why the mortal realm, in essence, is the perfect model of a melting pot world due to the extreme diversity of humankind. Even all are subjected and bound by their own flesh, no human is exactly the same when it comes to their soul thus you will find an assortment of areas that mirrors the identity of the people who live there. 

This principle applies also to the creatures from Biringan. And since the entities are formed from the strongest desires of humankind in a twisted and chaotic fashion, chances are that anyone who has the guts to enter their world but lacks the mental fortitude will always be good as insane for they will never comprehend the purest strain of hate, fear, hunger, lust and other desires that manage to take their own shape and forms inside Biringan.

Of course, that also depends if they can get out of that place that is known to trapped souls for eternity. Thus, hell in another guise besides the smoking hot version of Dante.

Denzel as an occult practitioner knows every risk that might happen whenever she enters Biringa. He had done for countless times since he started his line of a career as an investigator for the supernatural cases. But familiarity is still far from him when it comes to getting accustomed to the unexpected horrors that await every time he astral travel and plunge himself in the chasm that spit and spawn nightmares.

It always starts with him being enveloped by light; a deceptive luster that at first will keep you warm and cozy then here comes the dark blot at the end of the white tunnel. From a blot, it comes bigger and bigger until you realized you just entered the void.

That’s when hell starts to say hello to you.

On this particular night when they are “soul searching”, Denzel found himself inside another region of Biringan only a psychedelic junkie would love to hang out. It is actually the exact version of the same place where they found the Takang Demonyo except all the details is mired once more by the overpowering desire of listful joy.

The colors here in this plane are fluid and shifting every second. The greens will turn to red then blue. All the yellows will flicker and become violet and then orange. It's a sore to one eye and a bane to anyone’s mind as it probably put a strain on your consciousness if you stay here for a long time.

But Denzel fights back the onslaught of the deadly hues all around him. He consciously put an effort into visualizing the normal colors of everything and focus on it as long as he can while looking for any traces of the group of Tikbalang.

It is only a matter of time when he manages to hear a scream from nearby. It is coming from the main road where he found to be a wobbly and spiraling version of what they have in the mortal realm.

Along the dizzying road is a lone soul that losing all its glow; its life force that should be blazing still and yet now it already comparable to a dying candle fire that soon will disintegrate its own wick.

That was Cheska that barely hanging into the last drop of her strength for trailing behind her is a group of horses with a human physique and running in an upright position. Their colorful mane is flapping wildly in the wind while they run with mouth agape and saliva dripping uncontrollably. All of them bear the size of a Basketball center that can swat a ball like a fly and erect manhood that looks like a malignant appendage on their groin ready to thrust and stab any hole they see. Any male pornstar will definitely get envious of its sizes and even those sex-depraved Eve will definitely have a second thought if they wanted to let that organ enter their womb.

For as far as they know, those are not meant for lovemaking but for killing. Literally.

Denzel, on his soul form, can’t bring any of his implements to help in dealing with four lusty Tikbalang which means he can only depend on one thing now: Oraciones.

“Gabing Madilim Ika’y Magtabing Sa Mga Matang Walang Himbing. SATOR ROTAS. AMEN. NEMA.”

It was a classic blinding charm taught by his Lolo Vir. It was actually the first oracion he learns to escape the bullies back in his school whenever they corner him in dark alleyways. And it seems it didn’t lose its potency even against the bullies of the Biringan like the Tikbalang.

The group of upright stallions halted their rampaging stampede as their eyes are being clouded by mystical darkness. The sudden halt leaves them tumbling on their tracks and groaning. Denzel took this time to approach them ad pick a single strand of hair from each of them. 

“Cheska! Come here!. I am here to save you!” Denzel offers his hand but Cheska was already stirred by fear and trauma. He can’t blame the girl who is just another soul caught in the crossfire between her hormones and its magnetizing effect on the testosterone-fueled beings from the other side.

“Ok. Look at me..look at my fingers. Please…look closely..closer.” This time Denzel uses another trick which he learns from his own research. Simple hypnosis is done by criminals nowadays to immobilize their victims, especially women, to finally release their pent-up lust or to take some valuables to cash in.

Cheska tries to fight it at first but then the urge to sleep dominates her tired soul. The blinding charm is near to its limits when Denzel manages to carry Cheska and start running back to the Katang Demonyo where the portal that links the world of the damnable spirits and theirs is still connected.

“Lola Vir! We are coming!” Denzel shouted while dragging the soul of Cheska towards the slit of light in the noxious smelling plant. The gang of Tikbalang is already an arms-length on them when the two mortal souls manage to slipped past through the portal.

All of them came tumbling down towards the incoming narrow light. The first to exit was Denzel and Cheska but before the Tikbalang manage to enter again the mortal realm, they are all greeted by the sight of Lolo Vir who is still in possession of his grandchild’s body.

“Not so fast, horse face…” He claps his palms and intones an oracion.

The only thing that the Tikbalang can do is to neigh out of frustration when the portal was sealed completely and totally ending their future attempts to bring more soul to their unholy ground