The Rebirth of the Dark Goddess T’nagtha by Jonathan MoOn April 17, 2011Posted by Jaidis in Dark Nights Week.
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To kick-start my Dark Nights Week I thought it would be fitting to post a short story by none other than horrorcore author Jonathan MoOn! For those of you who aren’t familiar with Mr. MoOn’s writing, you will be able to get a taste for the darkness that exists in his writing with this story. Some of you may find it a little bit graphic in areas but I’ve made sure that there isn’t anything too scary so that it is blog friendly :)
The Rebirth of the Dark Goddess T’nagtha
The three witch sisters Rhoades (Mildred, Matilda, and Moses) lived deep in the sinister woods and worshipped the dark goddess T’nagtha in the solitude and shadows. They shared the same father (Clyde “Barnburner” Rhoades) but have three different witch mothers (not really of any consequence what their names are). In the winter of their thirty sixth year Mildred translated a verse in the dark book of S’gnnth, from which the witches studied and practiced their dark arts, that told of how the stars would align with the Krakens in the sea, the blooming of the ancient and powerful Seven Year Stink Weed, and the movement of the roving herds of wild guinea pigs of the region during the summer of their thirty seventh year. The verse told the sisters the Goddess T’nagtha could be summoned and reborn to bring riches and power to her coven with little more than a simple virgin sacrifice.
Overjoyed, the sisters immediately set about the tasks required to bring their goddess to life despite the drifts of snow piled high amongst the pines. Mildred continued translating both the required offerings for the sleeping goddess and the all powerful incantation for her summoning. Matilda journeyed to the nearest village and studied the young females to determine which among them was pure of heart and mind and soul and body enough to be slaughtered in the name of the goddess T’nagtha. Moses hiked through the waist deep snow up the side of the mountain to build the altar of stone and tree that would act both a sacrificial slab and birth canal for the goddess T’nagtha. Old Barnburner beamed with pride at the drive of his evil offspring so much so he began the monitoring of the native guinea pig herds and searching for the elusive Seven Year Stink Weed even through the snow.
The winter melted into spring and the Rhoades family grew giddy with excitement for the rebirth of the goddess T’nagtha. Mildred had fully translated the ancient symbols and she began to write the sinister incantation in her blood onto dried yak skin as the book of S’gnnth ordered. Matilda chose a chaste young sweetheart named Bertha Benine and she kept her eyes upon her always to insure she remained chaste. Moses built the grand altar of ancient stone and wood and it reached high above the tree tops in its hideous phallic glory. Their father, old Barnburner, made charts and maps of the wild guinea pig herds and he found and cultivated his own small garden full of Seven Year Stink Weed.
On the morning of the ritual the sisters’ plan was well in motion. They gathered their yaks skin with the words scribbled in blood, they gathered the offerings for their dark goddess T’nagtha, and they snatched the virgin Bertha Benine from the village. Old Barnburner gave them a satchel of his Seven Year Stink Weed and bid the girls farewell and good luck.
Matilda tied a rope around Bertha’s thin wrists and her hips. The witches cackled and sang old witching songs as they dragged poor Bertha through the forest to the altar. They arrived in the clearing where the altar loomed high above them and they began their pagan ritual. They chanted and danced. They whooped and hollered. When it came time to sacrifice the virgin Bertha a Sasquatch thundered into the clearing from the shadows of the forest.
The hair covered beast stood as tall as the altar and he smelt worse than the satchel of Seven Year Stink Weed. He growled and the sisters panicked; running and screaming in great wild circles. The fierce Big Foot spotted the virgin, bound and helpless, and he grabbed her with his two massive hands. The sisters noticed too late and they all screamed out curses when the tall woodland beast ate their virgin in two big sloppy bites.
They shook their fists and shrieked foul curses but the Big Foot burped contentedly and wiped the virgin blood from his face. He snatched the satchel of Seven Year Stink Weed then his humanoid face curled into a smile and he left the Rhoades sisters standing alone in the clearing with their useless altar.
Dejected, the three witch sisters Rhoades slunk back down the mountainside, through the dark forest, and back to their cottage. Old Barnburner was waiting for them, excited at the chance to meet a dark goddess, and when they walked through the gate so solemn he hobbled out to meet them.
“Well, where is T’natgha?” He asked his three evil daughters.
“A Sasquatch ate our virgin sacrifice!” They cried in unison.
“Father,” Mildred whined, “our magic did nothing to stop him!”
Old Barnburner shook his head, “No, dear, it wouldn’t. If the creature lives in these woods then he is a child of T’nagtha as well. He is immune to your magicks and spells but I bet he could be slaughtered with weapons of bone!”
Determined, the three witch sisters returned to the book of S’gnnth to see if a second chance was written in the stars and the Krakens and the guinea pigs, and as luck would have it, it was. The downside being that the three witch sisters would have to wait until they were sixty three. So they spent years rehearsing the ritual until it was second nature. Mildred skinned more yaks and made duplicates of the incantations. Matilda journeyed back to town to find a new virgin and the task proved much more difficult than before and she finally settled on a misshapen girl named Heidi LeFlour. Moses built a chariot of bone to transport the haggard Heidi safely to her execution and a series of bone weapons to thwart the Big Foot. Old Barnburner set up a tent in his garden of Seven Year Stink Weed and left only to follow guinea pigs.
On the morning of their second chance the sisters’ plan was well in motion. They gathered their yaks skins with the words scribbled in blood, they gathered the offerings for their dark goddess, and they snatched the malformed virgin Heidi LeFlour from the village. Old Barnburner gave them a satchel of his best Seven Year Stink Weed and then promptly fell asleep.
They tossed ugly Heidi in the chariot of bone and locked the door closed. The three witch sisters Rhoades strapped on their helmets made from the skulls of the rare elephant deer and each carried a long spear and small dagger made from bone too. They pulled the chariot up the mountain side singing old witching songs and cackling with glee. They arrived in the clearing where the altar loomed high above them now covered in moss and vines. They cleaned off the altar then began their pagan ritual. They chanted and danced. They whooped and hollered. When the time came time to fetch the ugly virgin Heidi from her protective bone chariot, the same reeking wicked Sasquatch burst from the bushes with a clatter.
The giant beast roared and growled but the sisters held their ground. They stabbed at the monster with their bone spears and fur and blood flew as they attacked back. The beast charged the three sisters with feral intensity; slapping them all to the edge of the clearing. They landed so hard their bone helmets shattered and their old bodies folded and crumbled. The Sasquatch howled in triumph before ripping the bone chariot to small pieces. The virgin Heidi screamed only once before the Big Foot tore her head from her body. He swallowed it whole and tossed her carcass over his broad shoulders for a snack for later. His lips curled up in a smile and he grunted mockingly at the three wounded witch sisters.
Fury bubbled over and the three sisters threw their spears as one. Mildred’s spear clipped his head and left a long bald streak. Matilda’s spear cleaved his left claw from his arm. The monster started fleeing through the bramble and the brush but Moses’ spear stuck hard in his tush. The beast gave a roar and disappeared leaving the three witch sisters Rhoades beaten and broken next to their altar in the clearing.
Depressed; the witches slunk all the way back down the mountain, through the woods, and to their cottage. Old Barnburner was dreaming of meeting a dark goddess but he woke from his slumber in his Seven Year Stink Weed garden when they slammed the gate behind them.
“Well, where is T’nagtha?” He yelled from his garden.
“The Sasquatch returned and ate our virgin sacrifice again!” They cried all at once.
“Father,” Mildred whined, “the weapons of bone hurt the damned beast but did not kill him!”
Old Barnburner lay back down and shouted over his shoulder, “Hmmmm…if the bone wasn’t lethal maybe weapons of man-made metal could do the trick!”
Furious, the three witch sisters returned to the book of S’gnnth to see if a third chance was written in the stars and the Krakens and the guinea pigs, and as luck would have it, it was. The downside being the three witch sister would have to wait until they where one hundred and forty two years old. So this time the three witch sisters Rhoades took their sweet time. They plotted and they planned. Mildred copied incantations on yak skins and memorized small defense spells in case of a third Sasquatch encounter. Matilda journeyed to the village to find a pure chaste woman but she found none and had no choice but to kidnap an infant girl. Moses spent weekends cruising the swap meets and building an arsenal. Old Barnburner died and was buried in his garden of beloved Seven Year Stink Weed. His guinea pig watching duties fell to Mildred.
On the morning of their third chance the sisters’ plan was well in motion. They gathered their yaks skins with the words scribbled in blood, they gathered the offerings for their dark goddess, and they snatched the virgin child (named Clyde, in honor of their father) from the cage in which the kept her. They picked Seven Year Stink Weed from their father’s grave and went to raise the dark goddess T’nagtha.
They tossed Clyde into the back of an old maroon dodge van and drove it up the mountain side. The three witch sisters Rhoades loaded up shot guns and nine millimeters with armor piercing bullets. As the van rumbled up the mountain they cranked up the radio and sang along to an old Dio CD and cackled gleefully. They arrived in the clearing where the altar loomed high above them now covered in moss and vines and graffiti. They cleaned off the altar then began their pagan ritual. They chanted and danced. They whooped and hollered. When it came time to fetch the virgin Clyde from the back of the old dodge van the same wicked Sasquatch thundered into the clearing reeking of Seven Year Stink Weed and primal hunger.
He recognized them and flew into one pissed woodland beast frenzy. They recognized him with his bald streak, stubbed arm, and quarter of a spear still stuck in his ass cheek. They opened fire with their semi-autos and the Big Foot tucked and rolled right at them. He grabbed Moses by her ankles and flung her at the altar where she hit so hard her fragile body exploded its soft innards. He punched Matilda in her face with his massive stump and she fell to the ground spitting out teeth and gagging on bile as she died. Mildred cocked a shot gun but before she could fire he grabbed the barrel and head butted her to the ground.
The Sasquatch ripped the van clean in half and reached for scared virgin Clyde. She was tough to grab with only one hand and she kicked and she screamed when he threw her over his shoulder.
All but dead from the mighty head butt Mildred raised the shotgun before the beast could take a bite. Her old black lips curled into a smile and she let loose both barrels; blasting both virgin and Sasquatch all over the altar. She howled in triumph and recited the words she had memorized for a century before the darkness swam up around her.
Above the altar made of stone and wood something began to shimmer like day break on water. The shape glistened and shone until it became more solid. Floating there above the altar appeared a very tall, very angry, and very hairy dark goddess T’nagtha. She surveyed the carnage around her and a smile crept across her hairy lip.
If you liked this story, you are sure to love more of Jonathan MoOn’s writing! Check out Mr. Moon’s Nightmares available in Print and on Kindle!!