The Vase of Kamu

That golden vase belonged to a goddess named Isha. Thousands of years ago, when she died, her soul was transferred to the vase which was a gift from her husband, Voltan. He made the vase with a curse, if Isha wasn't able to get pregnant, the vase would imprison her for the rest of time, giving Voltan freedom to take his chances for a heir with someone else. I guess divorces weren't a thing with gods, who knows, better eliminate the weak I guess.

Thing is, that vase became magical after while, Isha had her revenge bringing down the whole kingdom of Kamu where she and her husband lived, she only needed to attract someone to do her bidding, promise power, riches and luxuries and after a while, she would bring down the entire kingdom, rumors has she did that in many places, the vase had many apparitions through history and now it was here, in some jungle tribe in the middle of nowhere, why? No idea, but it was clear that Isha chose Diana this time and knowing the history of it all, nothing good would come of it.

Would Isha really be interested in bringing down some random tribe? Or was I missing something, seeing that ritual from a distance, it didn't take long to get my questions answered.

— Did it work? Tell me, goddess of it all. — Diana started to talk in a loud tone while looking down at the vase. I realized it had cracks all over it, like it was about to break, but the cracks were shining with a blue light, flickering from time to time.

— Tell me... please... — For a moment her voice lowered, rubbing the vase in her body, then it became clear in my head what that meant.

The legacy, the prophecy, she wanted my seed to give birth, to reincarnate Isha to the modern world, coming to that realization made me angry and frustrated, how could I be so naive to realize some hot native would not give me her pussy in good will, ulterior motives, always. If that vase answered "yes" to that question I would be the one fucked, bringing chaos to the world in some revenge filled goddess from the past and it would be technically my daughter as well. Nice one, Laurence.

But I was still holding hope, because the vase didn't answer or at least it didn't look like it, Diana was starting to get frustrated.

— Isha, don't leave me now, you need more power, don't you? — She raised her hand to a guy in the crowd of people of the tribe, the guy started to levitate, I couldn't see too well from where I was, but it looked like the guy who teleported in front of me when the plane crashed, now he was there mid air, grunting and moaning in pain while a white transparent thread came out of his mouth, like it was his energy or soul, whatever it was.

That white thread went directly into the vase, making it shine even more, creating one more crack on it. The guy collapsed on the floor, didn't get up afterwards. Diana was sacrificing people from that tribe to fortify the vase and its power, everyone was expendable, especially if Diana was under Isha's will and wishes. I kept asking myself why Diana accepted Isha's influence, were the powers really that important? She mostly played with illusions, who knows, maybe it was enough for a tribe girl.

Once the vase was fortified, Diana's eyes went completely blue, like a demon, completely possessed, with a weird robotic-like voice.

— I don't feel anything... useless, another useless man, Diana. — She put the vase back in the shrine and started to grope herself, especially in the stomach area, feeling herself almost in a sensual manner while the men on the tribe were still kneeling down, possessed with white eyes, they decided to raise their hands, like they were worshiping her, making it clear that it was Isha on that body, not Diana anymore.

I was relieved and a little pissed at the same time, relieved for not giving birth to world destruction but pissed by that demon saying I was useless, calling my seed weak stuff? The audacity, I would fuck her in her demon form just show her... actually it would be better not, maybe if she still had the goddess form from the illustration in the books? ...Nah.

— Maybe I should take over another body, this one is insufficient. — She looked at some ladies at the tribe, there was not much, maybe three or four from where I was, but they didn't looked possessed like the men, to a point one of them decided to get up and started to run backwards completely scared and not knowing what was going on, she was also screaming to the top of her lungs, didn't help she was attracting attention to my general direction.

Then Diana or should I say Isha, raised her hand again and fully stopped the girl from running, the white eyes were there again, no life in her body while the white thread was starting to come out of her mouth, even though her back was turned to Isha. Before reaching her way, Diana took control over the body since the eyes stopped being fully blue and became human again, she started to scream, completely out of herself while stomping the ground.

— NO! NOOO! NO! I CAN DO IT, DON'T LEAVE ME, PLEASE!

The girl who was about to change bodies fell to the floor, hard to say if she was dead or just passed out, since the body transfer was not completed, meanwhile Diana was still screaming.

— I KNOW HOW TO DO IT, PLEASE... I'M BEGGING YOU.

Then a blue flame came out of Diana's body back to the vase, starting to glow again and showing even more cracks, it looked like the whole extinction thing was real, well, or at least to a certain point of view, if that vase broke, Isha would die or her soul would go somewhere else, hard to say, also she didn't have too much power to be in Diana's body for long from the looks of it.

Suddenly the glow stopped and everyone around the shrine collapsed to the floor, except for Diana, she was the only one on her knees in front of the shrine, reaching for the vase while crying nonstop and talking to herself, it was impossible to hear what she was saying now.

With that sea of bodies sleeping or dead, I decided it was time to get out of there, finally I had most of my questions answered just being observing, like I always did, like a true researcher and explorer. I was sneaking pass some trees while gaining some distance from the shrine and everyone, but then the girl who tried to escape apparently woke up, I could only hear those ear piercing screams, which forced me to look back to check what was that, then she bumped at me not caring at all what was in front of her, she just ran, desperate and screaming all the way.

Needless to say, my cover was blown, I didn't fell in the ground because of the bump, but all that scream grabbed Diana attention's as well, we stared at each other for a couple seconds, she looked pissed, even though her eyes were still watering, for the first time in that place I feared for my life, so I took a page out of the running girl's book and decided to run like a desperate guy like my life depended on it, and it probably did. The one thing I didn't do was scream or lose my mind like she did, well, not that much at least.

While running, my instincts took over me. I remembered I still had those grenades in my belt so I decided to grab one, pulled the pin and dropped it in the ground immediately, if she was following me, she would have a huge surprise, especially now that her powers were weak because of the vase.

I kept running and soon enough I heard the big explosion from a couple feet away. It was much louder than it should've been, considering that it was an endless dark jungle, the ground started to shake and some tiny rocks fell from the ceiling, which was odd, since the sky was black with some clouds. It became clear when I approached the leaves and branches where I had fallen before, it was actually steps, the dark jungle was yet another illusion, I was just on a underground level of some sort, didn't matter one bit, I just wanted out of there and I did after climbing up those steps, being on Diana's tent again.

I dragged the bed to be on top of the hole that led underground, like it was going to make any difference if Diana stormed up with a power beam of some sort, but it made sense at the time. I ran out of the tent where to my surprise, Walter was there, he was alive! He was calming the running girl from before who was crying, scared out of her mind, just like me, but I was better at hiding it.

He realized I came out of the tent and stopped attending to the girl just to talk in an angry voice.

— Mr. Craft! What the fuck did you do this poor girl? You are not going to have your way with her like you do with everyone else, have some decency!

Instead of getting mad or talking back at Walter, I was just happy to see him and also breathless from all that running and adrenaline rush while putting both hands at my knees and soon after in my waist, even happier I would have to explain literally my entire book and even more to give him the whole picture of what was happening, but even for a guy like me, who loved to talk about my work, I had to be direct, talking while out of breath.

— W-Walter...we need.... to get fuck out.... right now.