Blood of the Goddess Book I: The Locust King
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Locusts at the Gate Chapter 2: A New Name Chapter 3: The Capital Prepares Chapter 4: The Princess is Dead, Long Live the Princess Chapter 5: Outside the Gates Chapter 6: Inside the Black Tent Chapter 7: Surrender at the Temple Chapter 8: The Cult of the Locust Chapter 9: The Locust's Tenets of Faith Chapter 10: Mourners on the Cliff Chapter 11: The Eye of Betrayal Chapter 12: The Dead King's Bedchamber Chapter 13: The Arms of the Goddess Chapter 14: Zayaan of the Narim Chapter 15: The Eyes of the Priestess Chapter 16: A More Permanent Disguise Chapter 17: Tribute Chapter 18: Sacrifice of the New Moon Chapter 19: The Lost Bird Chapter 20: Manah and the Priestess Chapter 21: Desert Creatures Chapter 22: Become the Swarm Chapter 23 The Price of Betrayal Chapter 24: Life Under the Locust Chapter 25: Wild Rose Chapter 26: The Lady Wren Chapter 27: Thought and Desire Chapter 28: The Lady's Captivity Chapter 29: The Wine Maiden Chapter 30: End of Childhood Chapter 31: The Children of Aisha Chapter 32: The Forest Runner Chapter 33: Three Sisters Chapter 34: The Hunt Chapter 35: Bones in the Forest Chapter 36: Lullaby Chapter 37: The Hunter's Horn Chapter 38: Ways Between Ways Chapter 39: Morning Star Chapter 40: A Prophecy for Baraz Chapter 41: Equinox Fires Chapter 42: The Lord Prince Takri Chapter 43: Evening Star Sets Chapter 44: Chaos in the Courtyard Chapter 45: Dasha Chapter 46: Memories Chapter 47: The Body Slave Chapter 48: Caged Beasts Chapter 49: Message from the Capital Chapter 50: Heresiarch Chapter 51: The Color of Blood Chapter 52: Winter Winds Chapter 53: The Bookmaker's Closet Chapter 54: Wrapped in Dignity and Beauty Chapter 55: Vessel of the Goddess Chapter 56: Cracks in the Walls Chapter 57: Two Brothers Chapter 58: The Court of Women Chapter 59: Favored of the King Chapter 60: The Sweetest Fruit Chapter 61: Daughter of the Temple Chapter 62: A Nation of Bastards Chapter 63: The Lute Player Chapter 64: Aisha's Prayer Chapter 65: Promises Chapter 66: Lives Lost Chapter 67: The Tea Maker Chapter 68: Object of Desire Chapter 69: Empty Shelves Chapter 70: Darkness and Light Chapter 71: The Love of Men Chapter 72: The Cursed Ones Chapter 73: Hiding Places Chapter 74: Old Men's Tales Chapter 75: False Prophecies Chapter 76: The Lord Prince Radu Chapter 77: Love Becomes Life Chapter 78: Mistress and Mother Chapter 79: A Test of Strength Chapter 80: The Strigoi-Viu Cometh Chapter 81: Scraps from the Table Chapter 82: A Fool's Errand Chapter 83: The Little Ghost Chapter 84: Stolen Honeycakes Chapter 85: Breathe Chapter 86: Beneath the Palace Chapter 87: Red Pebbles Chapter 88: Common Men Chapter 89: Love and Duty Chapter 90: Nightmares Chapter 91: Earth and Sun Chapter 92: Love and Creation Chapter 93: Until My Last BreathChapter 8: The Cult of the Locust
Adyll's nobility gathered in families in the Temple courtyard. The midday heat beat down upon them. Men, women, and children crowded into the space, filling it with terrified whispers and the fetid smell of fear. The stories of the atrocities committed by the Locust King were the stuff of nightmares. But he had promised death if they did not present themselves. Even the unknown was better than death.
Aisha and the other acolytes had been herded into a Temple classroom by one of the priestesses who served as a teacher, along with three armed soldiers from the ranks of the Swarm. The room's eastern wall was open arches that faced the sanctuary courtyard so that they could watch the proceedings below. The acolytes sat silently, watching the crowd gather below them while the sun beat in through the arches making the room almost unbearably hot. There was no breeze. The room was beginning to smell of fear and sweat. It was as if the Locust King had brought the desert heat with him into the mountains.
Aisha’s stomach was in knots. She sat cross-legged in front of one of the arches next to Nasreen, who still held her hand as they waited for the Locust King to appear. Aisha did her best to make herself invisible among the other acolytes. She and Nasreen didn’t dare whisper to each other now, but their hands clung to each other under the full sleeves of their robes. Aisha looked for Manah in the crowd below, but he was nowhere to be seen. The High Priestess was also missing from the crowd. As was Aisha’s mother, who had disappeared into the sanctuary behind the Locust King two hours before. Aisha wondered if she was still living. Birds of prey, sacred to the Goddess circled above. Aisha was not sure if this was a sign of blessing or if the birds had just gathered to eat the city’s dead.
Across the courtyard there was movement. The High Priestess stepped onto the balcony to address the crowd, who became immediately silent. “People of Adyll, I present your Queen.” She knelt, and the crowd followed.
Aisha strained for a glimpse of her mother on the balcony, wondering if she had been mistreated by her captor. When the Queen stepped onto the balcony she no longer wore the mud stained white gown of surrender and peace, but the Locust's royal colors of red and gold. Her hair was elaborately braided and she wore the golden crown of state indicating supreme authority with its hawk’s head and wings. She held her head high in the noonday heat. From this distance, Aisha could not see the dark circles under her eyes or the strain with which she held her mouth, but she could see the Holy Mother kneeling in the shadows behind the Queen.
“My brothers and sisters,” Queen Mila addressed the crowd, “noble families of Adyll, our country has been defeated. I come here to present your new ruler, the Emperor Mahleck, King of Locusts, God in the flesh who walks among men. You will do as he says, and you will survive, mayhap even prosper. My husband is dead. As is the Princess Irinya. I am all that remains of the royal house of Adyll, and I freely grant my authority to our conqueror, the God-Emperor Mahleck.” She stepped backward to present their new ruler and knelt before him.
Mahleck walked out on the balcony and surveyed the gathering of the nobles below. The people of this country were paler than their desert dwelling cousins the Narim, and their hair color ranged from black to lighter shades of brown and some red. They were dressed in the brightly colored finely spun wool and gossamer silks for which their country was so famed. He left them kneeling before him in silence. None of them even dared to raise their head to view him. The Locust King could see the inhabitants of the temple through the arches as they also knelt. Everyone of importance or influence in this city was here, paying obeisance to the Locust King.
“Rise, Priestess, and crown your God and Emperor,” he commanded.
The High Priestess stood and took the crown from the Queen’s head, placing it on the head of the Locust King. “All hail, Mahleck, King of Locusts, God among men, Emperor of a hundred lands, and rightful ruler of Adyll. Long live the King!”
“Long live the King,” repeated the crowd.
Mahleck stepped forward to address the crowd. “I accept your service and worship as your rightful ruler and God in good faith. You have been led astray into idolatry in your worship of the false goddess you call the Lady. Worship of this demon will be forbidden. All symbols and instruments of this worship shall be brought to this courtyard and burned. Anyone found with these items in the future shall be burned alive as punishment for their heresy. You have the True God in your midst now. There is no need for these children’s tales. Your Queen herself has acknowledged my divinity, as has your High Priestess. As God, my mouth defines Truth for all. All heretics and idolaters are worthy of death. But because you were led astray by heretics, I will be merciful and allow you to live in service to me.”
He laid his hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Queen, as if to comfort her. She remained motionless, not even flinching at his touch.
“Your sins will need to be purified. As tribute to me each noble family will bring me their children older than twelve summers. The males will be trained in military service and the females will serve my table. They shall be taught in the ways of your new religion and ensure that you will not consider treason. Any child whose family is found to be unclean in their worship or political influence shall be executed along with the rest of the family. None shall be spared. I do not tolerate traitors. Loyalty is virtue.”
He turned to the High Priestess, putting a hand on her shoulder and forcing her to kneel in front of him. “Traitors are not to be tolerated, even those whose treachery benefits me. Your priestess betrayed your land, stating she would give me the allegiance of the inhabitants of this temple in exchange for their lives. This is sin, for in doing so she committed treason against the royal family. I am merciful, and will allow her to keep her life. But not her sight.”
“NO!” screamed the High Priestess. Two soldiers came onto the balcony, one holding a red hot dagger. One held the old woman, while the other removed her eyes, cauterizing the wound as he cut. The sizzling sound and stench of burning flesh made the Queen want to retch, but she continued to sit unmoving as the High Priestess lost consciousness and collapsed.
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