Cycle of Hell

"I am not going to Hell" he screamed. The Holy men said nothing. They were mumbling something under their breaths. It was part of the Holy Cycle to have a evil man given as a gift. The man was supposed to declare that he was evil. The good would be cleansing their land- and be protected by the Gods.

This man did not believe he was evil, he just thought they were uneducated heathens. They had surrounded him with temptations. Until he stumbled into this area of the land, he had been having a good life. It was the rest of his team that was weak and evil. They had taken the drugs provided by the dancing harlets. He had sat and read. But reading made him a creature of Hell. Those who questioned the system went to Hell. The scales of Justice were based on the norm. It was all they knew.

He wished he had never agreed to come here. He had been well paid. His wife would survive without him. He felt his fate was sealed, but he was not playing his part.

Tonight was the dance of the Maiden's. They brought in women from outside of the community. There would be no one he knew. He was barely watching the dancing maidens. But suddenly he noticed a familiar figure, a familiar rhythm and way of moving. His eyes froze on her. Her face was covered but he was sure. He looked over the other women. Inga, his wife's best friend swished by him, rubbing his arms , and leaving him a small sharp blade. He cut the bands around his wrist. He then removed the other binds. He knew he would need to accept two women. The ones not accepted by him, would be given to the hoard. It was supposed to be a treat to the women to be loved by such great warriors,

His two women allies had brought their own wine. His clan was famous for thier poisons. He smiled as they each picked out a warrior to fill with wine. The poisons worked on delay. It would not be obvious who had poisoned them. It would appear that they were napping. He inwardly chuckled, "Great warriors to get to drunk,to make love with a woman. His allies had emptied their wine flasks. They went and sat on his lap. They pretended to feed him wine. He lay back in a fake sleep with the two women on top of him.

As soon as the circle became quiet, the three allies arose. None of them really knew the path out of the Dance. He did not have time to kiss his wife ,like he wanted to.

When they cleared the Dancing Maidens circle, he saw his clan. He knew all the traps. They fed the dogs and walked by. There was no immediate alert sounded. His troops had dressed like locals. He was nervous but honestly he wanted a fight. He wanted to bury his small knive into those ignorant bastards. The more he could send to hell the better.

He saw some of his original crew. They pretended not to recognize him and his troop. He ignored them as well. They had sold themselves to survive. They had given up everything that he and his troop valued.

His wife saw his eyes eager to kill, so she took control of the operation. It was a game of deception- not a matter of manhood and strength.

What appeared to the guards to be a drunk pairing, was really two eager to battle warriors. She rubbed his chest to distract him. She knew it would , it always did. In minutes he would want to jozzle with her and play. They would look like a perfect drunk couple.

They had reached the forest where the horses were hidden when the alarm sounded in the captures village. They jumped on the horses and rode.. His wife turned to him laughing ," We freed their horses. Sent them roaming across the countryside ".