The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 362: Ladies of the moon

The night drew quiet, too quiet. Abrielle didn’t know when she fell asleep in his arms, in his comfort.

Cedric sighed, watching her sleep; he placed her gently in the bed and then tucked her in. She was gorgeous when she slept. He asked himself what in the world made him ever think of hating her.

He tucked her into bed, making sure she was comfortable before he lay by her side, watching her sleep. It was the only thing that kept him sane in this chaos

Cedric knew the storm was coming but not this soon. "I am sorry because the hell is just beginning." His hands wove through her soft ginger hair, her regular breath echoing in the room.

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The night was eerie quiet in Darconia; it felt like danger lurked at every corner.

Torches flickered, and unhurried footsteps echoed in what looked like an old temple, which was too desolate and quiet.

There was a strong unholy presence that filled the air. The large wooden doors with strange carvings which are unusual to see in Nyxoria’s temple.

This wasn’t the temple of the moon goddess but one forgotten deep in the forest where no one dared to wander because of the blood-lusting ghouls that lurked at every corner, ready to attack.

The wandering souls moved around; they didn’t screech or make a single sound, unlike their nature; instead, they fled from something more dangerous than them.

The footsteps continued with hooded slender fingers all in vibrant gold colours. Their faces were covered with scarves, exposing only their eyes.

Their steady footsteps continued as they whispered in audible words. The door to the altar room was opened and they continued in a single file. After each step, they stopped and whispered.

"Maledicta the goddess of beauty, your daughters are here."

This continued until they got to the altar which they circled around. Once they were done, they stopped the room, going silent.

Their eyes all fell on the lady who was kneeling by the altar, her robe a vibrant mix of red and gold. Her face was also completely covered.

The ladies of the moon all watched the figure. Maledicta, the goddess of beauty and lust, was the sister to Nyxoria, the goddess of the moon. The pure righteous goddess worshipped in Darconia for her protection.

According to their folklore, maledicta was the evil goddess no one spoke of. She was like the devil that takes an arm for a finger she gives.

The figure kneeling down rose, with the others bowing her head. "We greet the holy daughter of the goddess." The priestess’s eyes shone.

"Raise your heads," the priestess commanded.

"I welcome you once again. It’s time we pay our respects to the goddess for her protection, but before we do, I must pass on my mantle to the next. My time is already gone..." The priestess said then waved her hand towards the statue that stood behind her.

The status of the goddess Maledicta. Soft footsteps echoed a figure dressed in red and gold like the priestess emerged from behind the statue carrying a gold dagger.

She stopped by the other priestess and bowed, presenting the dagger. The priestess took the dagger and then glanced at the other.

"It is time for a new age, time for Maledicta to rein. I have grown weak and have chosen a worthy successor." She explained, then raised the dagger towards the moonlight coming from the glass roof that let it cascade on the altar.

The temple was eerie with a few flickering torches the ladies carried

"Accept your servant oh great Maledicta." The priestess said. Her tone lacks emotions. The moonlight slowly faded, and a dark cloud covered the entire area, leaving their torches as the only source of light.

The dagger in her hand turns red, the priestess eyes sparkling.

"Unto a new age," she echoed then slit her neck. Blood splattered out, but she didn’t scream. Her hands grabbed her neck as her knees went weak. The hoodie and scarf fell exposing a stunning beauty.

One that made heads turn, her hands holding the wound started to wrinkle, followed by her face that started to her slowly. The new priestess grabbed a gold cup on an altar and approached the old one.

She filled the cup with the priest’s blood and then stood by until the old priest aged quickly, turning into skin and bones as she collapsed on the ground. The priestess has lived for 500 years with a youthful appearance

The new priestess then turned around, raising the cup up; the red blood slowly turned black. Everyone watches with blank expressions. After muttering an incantation.

She said, "Bless the ladies of the moon."

Everyone echoed after her. "Bless the ladies of the moon."

Her eyes sparkled and she brought the cup close to her lips. Her gaze stared at the cup that didn’t have blood again but a clear liquid that looked like water.

She took a sip, something rushing through her veins the moment her lips touched the cup. An agonizing scream left her lips, and the cup fell on the floor, spilling the rest content.

No one flinched or averted their gaze; they just watched emotionlessly. It felt like fire was spreading all over her body as she screamed.

The other then started clapping and singing in a strange tone. The pain gradually eased off the new priestess falling on her knees then they stopped to sing.

"Arise the new daughter of seduction who makes men crumble at her touch. Lead us to a new light."

The new priestess’s breath was rough; she took a minute to catch her breath before she stood up, her blue eyes staring at them.

The priestess pulled off her hood, revealing her hair as pure as snow; the others did the same, opening their hoods and revealing the same shining snow-white hair that glowed in the darkness.

Half of their faces were covered, but one thing was for sure: they were all stunning and breathtaking.

"Open the casket, let the offering be made. It’s time for a new light." The priestess declared.

Some of the ladies stepped forward to approach two stone caskets on the altar. The first was opened, revealing that Hope was tied up and conscious.