Other than that one fateful night and day, there had been no more cluttered destruction from Demons around her.
Unfortunately, it had never been safe to walk the village at night. Those stupid enough to do so were sometimes caught, leaving nothing behind but a trail of blood. Even though it was uncommon because it was generally a flying Demon, and it had been happening since before she was born, she would somehow be blamed for it.
They would claim the person had spoken to her that day – although no one in the village spoke to her at all. Or that she’d made eye contact with the person and it solidified their coming death – even if she hadn’t left her home.
“You survived regardless,” the Priestess coldly rebuffed. “The Demons left you alone, that in itself is a bad omen. You are cursed, and you are probably the reason your family is dead.”
The flames of anger burned in Reia’s chest as a white cloak was tied so tightly around her throat that it rendered a gentle choke from her.
“Then why hasn’t the village just killed me?” Reia asked, already knowing the answer.
She just wanted someone to say it out loud, hoping it would convince the Priestess to help her stop this.
“Because it is considered bad luck to kill a human who has been given the title of harbinger of bad omens.”
“Then is sacrificing me to the Duskwalker any safer?”
Behind her mask, the Priestess clicked her tongue as she applied golden eyeshadow to Reia’s eyelids. Then she dusted her cheeks with pink and rubbed a reddish paste against her lips that would dry smooth to tint them.
“We do not know,” she answered truthfully, after a short while of thought. “But they believe they are returning your tainted soul back to the Veil where all human sin belongs.”
Reia stamped her foot lightly in frustration while blowing a curl of her hair out of face, realising her plan wasn’t working. I’ll have to be more direct.
“Can’t you convince them otherwise? I lived for a reason. Perhaps I am actually a bringer of life and protection.”
The Priestess snorted a laugh, shaking her head underneath the hood of her white cloak.
“No. It is the choice of the village on who they will sacrifice to him. We have no say in this, especially since we do not know what will happen. This could bring prosperity to your people.”
“They are just trying to get rid of me!”
“True.” She sighed, stepping away as her mask tilted downward and then back up, as if she was looking over her outfit. “But he offers a protection ward that is more powerful than anything we humans can produce with our weak magic.”
“Your magic is considered just as unholy, and yet you aren’t allowed to be sacrificed.” Apparently, the magic inside of humans was disgusting, and Demons and Duskwalkers didn’t like the taste. For this reason, they were often left alone when travelling between villages and towns. “What if it is the same? We could anger him. He could kill me and desecrate the entire town at the same time!”
“You do not need to be afraid.” The Priestess stepped away from her while pulling back her sleeves. She knelt over a bucket of water to clean her arms and hands after touching Reia as though she was a vile disease. “You will become his bride. You will be safe.”
The thing was, Reia didn’t feel afraid. She was livid!
She had experienced her own family dying, and then had been treated as a disgusting outcast. She wasn’t allowed to speak to anyone, wasn’t allowed to look upon anyone.
The only reason she’d never been thrown into the prison cells permanently, despite the fact she’d never committed a crime in her life, was because they were worried about upsetting some higher cosmic power.
She was only allowed to live on her own and could only leave her home to get food from the other villagers in the ground square. Always at noon, the highest point of the sun, like they feared if it was any closer to darkness it would mean their certain death.
They gave it to her freely, but she would have to place her basket on the ground and wait for it to be filled while standing several feet away. The villagers tossed the food and water inside, often missing, and Reia would be forced to pick it up herself once they were gone.
“Then why does he need a new one every decade?” She wanted to shout her rage, wanted to kick and scream like a child, but knew it was pointless.
She was to be compliant, or they would toss her into the cell they had created beneath the ground and leave her there to rot. Even though she didn’t want to be sacrificed to the Duskwalker, she didn’t want to live inside a cell for the rest of her life more.