It's Go Time!

"I believe in strong women who stand up for themselves. Women who, when they have problems, don't back down. They stand firm and deal with it—women who don't play the victim, act pitifully, or point fingers. I believe in women who will always hold their heads up high and hold self-pride in their hearts. What do you believe in?

~ Sierra Masters

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The Story continued...

Dr. Kahinat Wahsh met the Professor and his academic team inside her large, opulent office. She was dark-skinned, Middle Eastern, and looked like an Egyptian goddess. Her voice was throaty and deep, "Where is Stephan from security? He should have escorted you here?"

The taller, military-looking man on the Professor's team answered quickly. "Oh, he received a phone call and asked us if we could find the way ourselves."

Kahinat looked at him, amused. "Of course, he did." Surprisingly, she giggled. The high-pitched giggle contrasted greatly with her deep voice.

"Well, Professor, I thought we could examine the blade you brought to see if it is indeed the one that went missing from A.M.A.H. We will use one of our special rooms. Would you and your umm ... academic team please follow me?"

Not waiting for a response, Dr. Wahsh grabbed a sizeable key ring filled with keys and strode briskly out of her office. She led them to a secluded wing of the A.M.A.H. building, which was under repair.

The area being repaired and the location of the particular examination room were both in the portion of the museum where ancient Egyptian artifacts were displayed. Ironically, or was it fate? Y'gala's human mother had been an Egyptian high priestess from the identical era.

"Dr. Wahsh," inquired the smallish Professor, "would it be rude to ask if you have a middle name?"

Kahinat paused and smiled wolfishly. "Lil," she answered, and she continued walking quickly.
She turned to ensure the Professor followed behind her with his team. After taking her visitors through several large metal doors that she first unlocked and then relocked behind them, she came to a halt.

They found themselves locked in a workroom of some kind. There was a wooden workbench with tools and supplies against the nearby wall. The ceiling, floor, and all four walls were poured concrete. The door Kahinat had recently locked was a heavy-duty metal.

They were trapped in a sound-proofed dungeon, where an insanely giggling demon half-god possessed the only key out.

"So," continued the Professor, "your full given name is Kahinat-Lil-Wahsh? You do realize what your full name means in ancient Arabic?"

Another smile, "Of course I do. My name translates into Priestess of the Monster."
The Professor asked, "Isn't that an unusual name to give a child?"

Kahinat giggled, sounding like a schoolgirl, "Not if you met my father, Professor. Perhaps we can arrange it, and you could ask him yourself?" She giggled again inanely, "Any more questions before we begin?"

The Professor responded, "Yes, several more. Could you tell me exactly how many humans you have killed in this room? I assume this is where you bring the humans you sacrifice to your Father."

Dr. Washsh laughed loudly, "That is a difficult question, Professor. I would answer it this way: dozens. Which is not nearly enough, but I plan to add four more soon." She finished her answer with another girlish giggle.

Kahinat turned to face the team, and her entire body was glowing a sickly greenish color. She shrugged her shoulders, and the beautiful Middle-Eastern doctor was gone. In her place —human skin removed—stood Y'gala, Priestess to the Monster.

The Demon Half-Goddess was a smaller version of her father. About eight feet tall, she was naked, completely headless, and extremely obese. Her body was covered with awful sores, oozing a sick, greenish ichor. The sores bubbled and writhed like something was alive, moving just below the skin's surface.

Layer upon layer of blubber rolled across her body. It was impossible to tell where her breasts ended, and her stomach began. Y'gala was much larger and grotesque than anything the team had seen before. Her eight-foot-tall frame had to weigh in at over one thousand pounds. Twelve or fourteen hundred pounds, perhaps?

The Creature's two outstretched arms were held with her palms upwards. Each palm had a grotesque-looking mouth. From each obscene mouth-hole came tendrils, tentacles, tongues, and other unrecognizable filth.

It was almost too much for any human brain to fathom—a moving headless body with alien otherworldly pieces and parts extending from within it. The minds of most humans would freeze and numb with incomprehension.

The cognitive dissonance caused by the mere sight of this half-god demon would render the average stunned human into easy prey.

The ghastly, headless hag raised one of her obese arms higher into the air, and the team found themselves floating in the air, a few feet from her pulsating body...

END