Azurra--The Slknam etnia Demoness

Azuraa—
The Slknam etnia Demoness
((8000BC) (Patagonia’s Blue Magic))




Chapter One
Azuraa’s Demise


Deep in the mountains now called Tierra del Fuego, between 65 degrees.70 degrees 31 min. W by lat. 53, degrees-56 S. at the southern tip of South America lived a number of tribal peoples, the Ona, the Alacaluf and the Yagan. It was a time when the glacial age was at its end, and the Tierra del Fuego had been joined to the South American continent, and the Slknam etnia (or, Ona) had crossed over, being hunters of birds and guanacos. They were a tall handsome looking race, of over six feet tall—males in particular. Perhaps four to five thousand to these groups, the Ona was divided into two groups, the Haush and Selk’nam, both having their own distinct customs and traditions. Azuraa was of the Selk’nam culture.
These two groups were subdivided, having different languages, and again, cultural differences. Azuraa belonged to the Southern group which occupied the forest regions, whereas the northern group occupied the Rio de Fuego.

Within this subdivided group, of one-thousand, Azuraa was sent to the ice dungeons (caves) of Patagonia, above the blue ice of a great glacier, there Azuraa was kept prisoner. In what the native primitives called blue magic. Banished from the tribe, into slavery, for being a constant threat to the Queen’s throne, sentence to death in due time, for her advancements on the king.
Azuraa was short in statue, long black strait hair, cut straight from side to side, thick lips, a mahogany complexion, stern eyes, assimilated into the doomed inhabitants of the ice caves at the end of the world—a prison house for the doomed.
Although the king loved Azuraa, he would not divorce his wife, it was in that day, quite rare that a king would bring forth an annulment, like his kind, he believed in the human soul (kaspi), and its existence after death, that it would go to a supreme being, and thus, he did not want to offend Him, lest he be branded unworthy, nor did he want to sly his mistress, so he sent her off to the ice caves to die a sad, lonely and lengthily death—putting her life in the hand of fate or providence.


Chapter Two
Azuraa’s Cry



During her second year within these confining ice walls, Azuraa uttered a cry of surprise: the call came through a dream in which her spirit, connected with a deceased shaman, a cadaverous shaman, and he appeared to her in person within a frosty mist, invited her to summons the demons of the lower earth, to bestow upon her the special songs of power—the chanting of the blue magic, as they called it, to be equal to them (confined, above her four-hundred feet, of glacial blue ice). The training in the blue magic arts, as they were called took three more years to learn, each demon worked independently, and frequently in deadly rivalry to be with her, and have her pleasures, and she signed in blood, her soul over to them, when the time would come—upon her death bed.
The once mistress to the king, was now utterly—perhaps a classic—utterly under demonic controlled—in that she knew all the blue magic they knew (although perhaps not all the rules), and was now a full imitation-demoness in her own right, whom could if she wished, and she did wish—to bring forth mayhem, as much as she could, hereafter.

“O Flesh, disappear, take me out of this ice cove,” she whispered, and for a moment she had gained invisibility, and had found herself—within a moments time—outside of the cave. Oh, it was a horrible place, she uttered. “I’ll make you dogs of my kingdom,” she told her second-self, her mind’s eye, refereeing to the king and his queen. She wanted to see the piteous look on their faces—in particular the Queen’s face—when she turned her into a frog or something of that kind or just murdered her for the spite of it, or its pleasure: perhaps even making her into a helpless cripple under her table, and throwing her tidbits of food, as she would a dog. Making the queen accede to her pleasures, remembering her treachery, she resolved to be adamant.



Chapter Three
Azuraa Revenge



Azuraa, whispered something, and a few moments later she emerged from the ice cave entrance to the blackness of the halls of this small kingdom, it was night, and she walked as if she was an unearthly being, half demon and half human, like a beastly shadow down the thin corridor to the king’s chamber. Making brutal and stretched out faces as she walked by several guards, half asleep— chanting a blue magic song, that kept the king and queen asleep, and the guards there within, appearing as if she was no more than a gray shadow, then she made a slow dignified step beyond the door of the royal bedroom, this was her strategic opportunity to strike out, but a voice told her—an echo form the netherworld, “You cannot kill, being a demon, lest you fear for your own death, it is forbidden,” clustered about her were three devils, dark and eerie, large as subterranean trees a thousand years old—to either enforce the law of the abyss, or to allow her to kill the Queen, and then immediately take her soul (thus, she was acting with demonic powers, but in the flesh).
This, apparently, was not the time or place to end her revenge, in consequence, she halted her advancement, thought as long as she was there, to wake the queen up, and as she did, she could feel the queen shaking—quivering like a freezing penguin, she could not speak, she was so frightened of her shadowy shape, and gaze, her breath, all discernible, pert near gave the queen a heart attack—if she could only move over to the king and wake him up, lie there close to him, with her arms round him, she’d not care how much she shivered, but she was froze in place, as Azuraa turned about and walked out of the room, she said to the queen in a loud whisper, “Never again will you be that certain, should you fall to sleep and wake, who will be waiting for you, I’ll be back.”

No: 697 (10-25-2010)