Mot

The moon was full, and the skies were clear. The sun had set a few hours before and the nocturnal community was out. Perched high on a tree was a white and silver barn owl. He surveyed the valley watching three women approach the tree where he sat. They all wore similar robes of dark colors and carried a huge cast iron cauldron.

The owl silently sat staring at the three women. They spoke to each other as they took different objects out of the cauldron. After emptying the large pot, the women all pulled a wand out of there robes. The owl listened to the women recite something at a murmur. Water erupted out of the wands and quickly filled the cauldron.

The rather large predatory bird closed one of his three eyelids, cleaning the large black eyes. He then turned his neck and focused on the women. Each opened similar sized boxes and sprinkled different ingredients into the water. They pulled their wands again and shot fire balls at the base of the cauldron. After the wands disappeared, so did the robes.

The three pale bodies walked equal distance from the now boiling pot, kneeled down in the cool thick grass and started chanting again. They then started to dance. Their movements were synchronized as they all moved counterclockwise. The boiling mixture turned a putrid green. The bubbles slowed a bit before the chaotic surface completely solidified.

The owl's gaze focused on the putrid green substance. The frozen surface began to vibrate. As the green substance vibrated it leveled itself out and changed to a dark blue outlined by a several inched continuous black line. The women then stopped their dancing and chanting. The nude humans then approached the cauldron.

After a loud deep screech, the owl opened its wings. He screeched again and stood at its full height, almost 3 feet tall, and started flapping his wings. The women gasped as they found the origin of the sound. All three of them jumped towards their robes. After a few quick seconds wands were in hands and different colored beams were fired at the owl.

The large bird dived out of the way of the beams and bombed down at the women. The different colored beams of light died out and then erupted again. The silent predator then rolled out of the way, midair, and continued his controlled fall and landed in the blue mixture.

The blue turned to white and began boiling. The surface broke after a few seconds. Pure silver wings emerged and eventually a head. The head was made of bone except for the large eyes that covered it. In all there were 7 eyes on the head, two in front and back, 1 where ears should be and 1 on the top of the head. They were all overly large and had a milky lifelessness.

Next to emerge were pale and bony shoulders. The wings kept coming, as well. After a taut flesh covered body slipped out of the white liquid, the wings began to open. The body ended in a tail of silver feathers while the wings were beginning to taper off, too. Without flapping the massive wings, the creature floated into the sky.

The three women shared a look of complete terror as the creature stretched to its full height. They all pulled their wands and blasted the creature with blue beams of light. A deep voice began laughing as the creature's body was slowly being blocked by a growing blue mist. The laugh stayed constant as the blue turned black and solidified. The solid floating frozen monster stopped laughing suddenly. With a loud groan, all of the solid black substance began to crack. The silver wings twitched, and the black ice shot away. The laughter began a new and the sickly creature started to smile.

"Daughters of Eve, your power is inconsequential. The Father supplies my power, not the fallen." The creature said without speaking.

"I know my father. I worship my father. My deeds are for my father." The women chanted together.

"Your father is a vile being that hides like a coward." The floating monster spoke without moving its mouth.

. "I know my father. I worship my father. My deeds are for my father." The women continued to chant.

"SILENCE!" Yelled Mot.

The three women closed their mouths in shock and took several steps backwards. They then huddled together out of fear. They clutched each other as they stared at the imposing figure in front of them. Only the brunette had any courage left, but it was quickly dissipating. She was the only one that spoke up when the winged skin and bones asked them a question.

"Why … Did you summon me?" The creature asked through a horrific grin.

"We didn't summon you, you winged bitch with a halo!" Said the brunette.

"Then why am I here, Daughter of Eve?" Mot asked through his unmoving facial features.

"We summoned our Father, Mot, you Astral Lapdog!" The brunette woman yelled.

"Strong words for someone all alone." Mot laughed.

"Are you blind? My sisters …" the brunette stopped as she noticed her sisters were no longer clinging to her, "What did you do to them?"

Stacey looked around as the valley and monstrosity disappeared. Now she was in a serene meadow surrounded by patches of different colored flowers. The air was infused with the delicious smell of honey and the breeze wafted through her black hair. Her fear subsided as she started walking through the flowers. She stopped to pick up some flowers when a whisper was carried in the wind to her ears.

"We can see you!"

Stacey froze. She slowly looked around but saw nothing. She just assumed she imagined it and continued to pick flowers. She stood back up and looked around again. She had no idea where she was or which way to go. Her eyes fell on a stream. She watched as it winded its way through the meadow and into a grove of familiar trees.

"We can see you!"

The wind whispered again. Stacey froze, again. A cold chill ran down her spine and goosebumps started spreading over her skin. She looked around, but found nothing but flowers, sun, a stream and trees. As the chill subsided, she continued her walk towards the trees. The grove of trees, that turned into a forest behind it, seemed to be calling her.

As she walked towards the stream the temperature seemed to be dropping. The flowers became fewer and the grass under her feet became coarse. The sky even seemed to become darker, but Stacey kept her steady pace towards the water. The stream flowed into the forest and quickly disappeared in the fading light. Once Stacey reached the rocky bank of the stream the wind whispered again.

"We can see you!"

Stacey started muttering "It's not real," over and over. Each step was another muttering. Her eyes became unfocused as she muttered and stepped. This caused her to cut her foot on a sharp rock. The pain brought her back only to hear another whisper.

"We can smell you!"

Stacey found this even more terrifying than the voice whispering they could see her. Her muttering started again as her feet entered the ice-cold water. Another shiver ran down her spine. This time she swirled around, looking at everything with a suspicious glare. She now stood, almost knee deep, in the freezing stream.

"It's not real!"

"We can smell you!"

"YOU'RE NOT REAL!" Stacey yelled into the wind. She then started running towards the eerily familiar trees. Once the sun disappeared the temperature dropped again. This time, however, it dropped more than a few degrees. Goosebumps sprung up, again, on her nude body. She wished she still had her robe and wand.

Stacey looked back to see if something was following her and tripped on a large rock. The water wasn't as deep as before, and her knees and hands landed hard on the rocks. When she picked herself up blood started rushing out of her hands and knees. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain, but she continued her fear induced walk into the forest.

"We can smell you!"

This time the whisper was louder. Her feet took off, almost without her, further into the dark. The small stream started to taper off, so she started running on the hard ground. Every few steps she would look behind her. She thought the shadows were moving, which caused her to try and run faster. Her body was now splattered with her blood as her arms swung back and forth.

She heard them before she could see them. Hundreds, maybe thousands, of little legs could be heard tapping on the hard ground and surrounding trees. She stopped to look behind her, but this time the shadow was moving. She couldn't make out what was following her. This terrified her and made her try to run faster. Once her head swiveled back towards the front, she couldn't stop herself from running into a tree.

The pain in her face vanished as her eyes focused on what was slowly descending from the treetops. There was a variety of spiders walking down the tree trunk. Stacey freaked out and started crawling backwards. She quickly hit something. When she looked back to see what she hit she started screaming. Eight eyes peered down at her.

Her gaze traveled down from the black, lifeless eyes and froze on the giant pincers. The mouth was agape as the pincers pulled nothing towards it. The multitude of spiders were tightening the circle around her. Stacey felt a bite on her leg and started flailing. Soon she felt bites all over her body. Her eyes were transfixed on the giant spider cascading from the web she could now see above her, and she screamed for the last time.

"Where are my sisters, you winged ass?" The brunette asked again. The only response from Mot was a deep laugh.

Stephanie raised her hand to block the sun from her eyes. When she focused, she realized she was no longer in the meadow. She was now on a huge and empty beach. She twirled around, looking for her sisters, before she remembered she was naked. She covered her privates and scanned for people again. Her hands fell to her sides after seeing no one. Confused, she continued to look around.

"Where are my sisters?" The blonde asked no one.

The scene that surrounded her was peaceful. She decided to sit down on the beautiful beach and watch the waves come in and recede. After a few minutes her eyelids got heavy. She laid back and closed her eyes. The waves lulled her into a dream-like state.

The rhythmic sounds of the waves made her dream setting a similar beach to that which she was now laying on. Stephanie got up to check out her new surroundings. Instead of a vast beach, she was now in between a beach and a jungle. She could hear the animals clamoring just behind the veil of trees. She took her first step towards the shade.

There was a warm breeze that came in off the ocean and rushed past her into the trees. The shade was a bit cooler, which caused the naked woman to shiver. After a few more steps her body seemed to acclimate to the new temperature. When she came to the first tree of many, she followed the trunk, with her eyes, to the top.

When her gaze returned to the trail that suddenly appeared in front of her, she noticed something sitting in the sand. She bent over and grabbed it. She quickly realized it was a plum. She looked up at all of the trees but could not find which tree it fell off. Looking back down at the fruit she brushed the rest of the sand off as she started her stroll into the jungle.

Her teeth sank into the thin skin of the plum and Stephanie immediately knew something was wrong. She looked down at the now pulsating heart that she was holding. She spit the bite out and dropped the heart. She ran her arm over her mouth, to remove the juice. Instead of her arm having a clear, but sticky substance covering her forearm there was a streak of blood. She panicked and continued to spit while also using her clean hand to try and wipe the taste off her tongue.

She began to sprint further into the jungle. The once loud animal noises were no longer permeating from the shadows. The only noise now was her feet beating on the ground and her labored breathing. She stopped to catch her breath, but instead she caught something with her eye. She cupped one eye while looking around with her other eye. Laying on the ground was unmistakably a human jawbone covered in blood.

Stephanie screamed as loud as she could and turned to run back to the beach. The trail was no longer there. This caused more panic. She kept turning around, looking for the trail back, and finally a second path appeared. She looked down for the jawbone that had rolled further down the original footpath. She found it, turned towards the new path and started to sprint.

She kept looking back as she ran. She witnessed the path disappearing behind her. This scared her into running as hard as she could. She stopped looking back. She was now focused on the path ahead. She saw a light in front of her and hoped it was the beach. She kept running as hard as she could, but the light never got any closer. This never dawned on her, though.

She had to stop to catch her breath, again. This time the animals were making more noise than before. With her hands on her knees, she tried her best to focus on her breathing. This was not possible after she was blindsided by something that forced her to the ground. Scrambling to get up her hand landed on something cold.

She couldn't believe her eyes. Once they focused, she noticed her hand was on the elbow of an arm that seemed to have been torn off of a human being. She screamed once again and took off towards the light. The animals were now screaming at her. Their once calm coos from before were replaced with rage fueled howls. When Stephanie would look to her sides, she would see the shadows of different primates throwing things at her. The sound of the objects landing all around her was deafening.

Stephanie woke up with a loud gasp. She jumped to her feet and started looking around. Her breathing was fast and there was sweat pouring out of her. She saw the few trees on this massive beach and started laughing. Her breathing settled, as did her sweating, and she slowly walked towards the water.

The water was cold on her bare skin. She smiled as she shook it off and kept walking deeper into the ocean. She was soon swimming, and the horrible nightmare was a long-forgotten memory. She couldn't remember how she had gotten to the ocean, or why, but all her worries were gone. She took in a deep breath and dove under the waves. Everything seemed to melt away as she swam further down. Everything, except the new feeling that she was being watched. Her eyes opened and, through her blurry vision, she saw something. Whatever it was, it stayed completely still. At least until she realized what she was staring at through the serene water. Once her brain yelled shark into the back of her eyes the image quickly disappeared. Stephanie never made it back to shore and was never seen again.

"Where are my sisters!" The brunette yelled up at the floating monster.

"Well, there is the second one, child," Mot laughed, "And as much fun as I have been having, it seems your sacrifice is the last of the night."

"What do you mean sacrifi …" the brunette's final word turned into a scream as the floating demon bent down, unlatched its jaw and began sucking her off the ground. Mot's gaping mouth was pulling in everything within a few meters. The brunette was able to grab a robe as it flew past her and pulled out the wand inside. She tried every spell she knew to try and anchor herself to the ground, but when the cauldron leaped up after Mot's second breath it hit her square in the face. The cauldron was quickly followed by the unconscious brunette. Once she was gone Mot closed his mouth and turned back into a white and silver barn owl.