Bebegigs
Chapter 32's

Slowly, Yasa woke up from his sleep, in a quiet night.

He lethargicly revealed a thin black blanket from his bare-chested body, revealing a flat, soft white part of his abdomen tattooed in deep black in the shape of a vein.

Natural tattoo created from the tension of the veins that are getting widened.

The tattoo had now reached half of her stomach.

Bats flapped their wings and snatched on the trees on the small island across the river, piercing through the black sky.

Under the shade of trees stood the roof of the Rumbia Kanekes, long abandoned by its residents.

Bats have been inhabiting the island for many years, then some time ago the giant bat appeared. A bat becomes a creature, a creature that can transform into a bat when it needs to wake up.

The island can be reached simply by crossing a river and climbing a steep rock hill, and this scares most people to erect buildings there.

Some people from the Baduy tribe who have built rice fields there are fleeing for fear of the bats, especially giant bats, killed by mysterious creatures disguised as bats, which are known as bats, or give up their bodies to be possessed.

Now Yasa inhabits a dark house that was the old abandoned shack of Baduy.

la had considered part of the house as his, making a comfortable contest in one of his rooms, styling the entire house with a gothic feel dominated by black cloth, and making a comfortable contest in one of his rooms, and put two black-robed scarecrows on the walls of the room as decoration.

Leaning against the window frame, he looked out the open window at the swooping bats in the moonlight.

Yasa sighed, unable to hide his happy smile. The air was cold and humid, he liked something like this. The sound of the wings of a bat becomes a pleasant background for his thoughts.

What pleasant thoughts.

Thoughts on how it has proved who is the most powerful.

he has proved that he is no longer a stalker. Not that weak guy anymore.

About Orange, about the only place to channel desire.

Although his passion is barely satisfied.

But the holidays are long.

He had reason to be patient.

Poor thing, they're impatient. The jealousy of the twins has ushered one of them into perdition. Delivering his own life before Yasa wants it.

It wasn't my fault, he thought he didn't care.

No matter who dies!

Whether it is Dewangga or Magenta, both are the same. The same barrier between the orange and himself.

Don't blame me if they die.

The orange will be mine, he said in his heart. Mine's forever.

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Magenta was thinking of the Gods when a bat floated down to the grunts. He pulled his head back as the creature, with a shrill sound like an alarm, flew to the side of his face.

The bat landed lightly on the path behind it and began to spin, the longer it got faster, until it was just a dark whirlwind.

Moments later Yasa appeared in the whirlwind smiling, a faint, odd smile. He flicked his hair back with his fingers and followed Magenta's steps. His eyes lit up at Magenta's nape.

Instantly the feathers of Magenta's nape bristled. The narrow path seemed to be squeezing him and the whole place was covered in fog.

Magenta stopped his steps and looked around. I feel familiar with the fog. Very thick, very dark, very suspicious. He can feel himself walking into a trap as he melts into a world of increasingly dark fog.

Freezing in fear, Magenta looked up at the chest-high expanse of weeds around him. Breathing gasps. He had to force himself to turn around and run, but he knew he had to see what was bent down in the middle of the field.

I don't know why he also felt familiar with that figure.

Ammu!

Stepping uncertainly, he tried to focus his eyes in the darkness, walking heartily through the weeds.

Yasa saw Magenta rushing with both his hands outstretched forward, his path unsteady as if blinded by the veil of mist.

Yasa trailed Magenta's steps, his long hair fluttering behind him. He stretched out his hand, reached for Magenta-and pierced through it. He jumped in surprise. Gluing and watching Magenta's nape with squashed eyes.

Slowly the man looked back, looking at Yasa while grinning, a suspicious odd grin.

Suddenly Yasa saw two people on the mater-twin.

Magenta and the Insects!

One stopped and turned his head, while the other walked away from Yasa.

So who's dead?

And…

What's that sound? The noise was like the ripples of currents in a waterfall.

Is it just the sound of river water?

Nope.

Yasa raised his eyes to the purple sky, and saw bats hovering above their heads.

The bat floated low, then swooped down, flapping its dark, stiff wings. His voice crackled like a broken twig.

Not bats.

Only kites!

Kite is black.

Gods! Yasa concluded. Then looked at the frozen face of the man in front of him.

The man turned his body facing towards Yasa. His face was increasingly visible, his white face was covered in wounds.

He's the ghost of the Deer!

He came to hinder me.

Even after being a ghost?

Yasa's eyes widened, ridiculing without guilt. Then grin.

Remove that disgusting smile from your face! The god glared at Yasa with eyes gleaming red, clenching his hands, but was too angry that he could not speak. Very angry with Yasa. He raised his hand and leaned forward and pushed Yasa while growling furiously.

The bat from the paper kite flapped its wings and crackled with a noise over Yasa's head.

Yasa responded with a mocking laugh. "You've lost, God!"

"Gua has not lost," growled Dewangga. "Lu can't kill the cave anymore. The cave is a ghost!"

Yasa laughed, "Lu guess the cave is afraid of ghosts?"

"Lu can't kill the cave a second time! The cave can't die anymore" Dewangga said, his face almost touching Yasa's face, but the two of them remained unwilling to retreat.

"And you are also untouchable" Yasa said with a grin. He walked leisurely through the body of a God and passed through it.

The ghost's body decomposed like smoke being breached.

Yasa laughed as he swirled around, the longer it got faster, leaving a whirlwind that exposed the weeds. His laughter blared through the air, bouncing on the cliff wall, and creeping into the night sky.

Moments later, two bats flew off the trail, circling the dark sky for a bit, swooping low over the expanse of thatch fields at the foot of the cliff. Then they sizzled at each other angrily, their glittering red eyes intertwining against each other.

Then they soar high, engulfed in thick clouds, retreat to their respective nests to wait, devise a plan, imagine how they've fought each other to prove who is the strongest. Like when at school.