The Curse of the Sun and the Moon

Self-hating werewolf, Rosen, has found the cure to the werewolf curse that has condemned her since childhood.

She will need the help of Laurent, a pretentious, too good-looking for his own good, fire demon to succeed in breaking the Moon Goddess curse.

With the magical Moon mirror in hand, will Rosen be able to do what needs to be done? Will she be able to let go of the one thing she holds dear for a chance to become fully human?

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5. The Fire Worshippers.

What was this bullshit?

I wanted the cure to this atrocious curse, not a fucking bedtime story. I continued to read the contents of the binder. The next few pages were of calendars and timing of various lunar eclipses and blood moons. On the most current calendar of the month, were Jack’s scribbled spiky handwriting and a circled date in red:

'The Blood Moon! The right time! The only time!'

I could not grasp the significance of the date, only that it was the next full moon and my next transformation.

Why did Jack highlight that specific date? What’s so damn special about the blood moon? And what was all this crap about lunar eclipses?

I was so frustrated I wanted to throw the binder out and run it over a good million times.

Maybe I should have killed Jack after I got some answers.

I sighed but read on and noticed a highlighted sentence within the barrage of words.

'The Fire Worshipers of The Thar Desert tell of a tale, the tale of people that turn into beasts on a full moon -- werewolves. But they also tell of the cure…'

I bit my lip, finally some damn answers.

'The Fire worshippers praise the blood moon, as they believe it to be the night in which the Moon Goddess and Sun God are one. Of course science explains that the Blood moon is a phenomenon caused by a rare complete lunar eclipse…'

I stopped reading. Things were clicking in my head.

The calendars and the papers on the next eclipses started to make sense. Jack had circled the night that a complete lunar eclipse was to cause a blood moon.

The next blood moon was the same night as my next transformation; it was the night that would break my curse.

What was I supposed to do on that magical night? Dance around all night? Do thirteen jumping jacks? Eat a fucking banana? What?

My eyes fell onto the next sentence.

'The Fire Worshippers say that the only way to break the curse of the Sun God is to drink the blood of a Fire demon on the night of the blood moon, only then will the cursed be cured.'

I flipped back to the story of the Moon Goddess and did a frantic re-read. Yes. At the end it mentioned that the Sun God promised that the blood of his demons was to cure the cursed, only on the night when He and the Moon Goddess were one.

I re-read the papers that explained lunar eclipses.

A complete lunar eclipse could only happen on a full moon; it was when the moon the sun and earth where in complete alignment. In other words, it was when the moon and the sun were one.

I laughed. I laughed out of the sheer ridiculousness of it all and at the prospect of my very possible bright future.

But then my smile slowly faded as something sank in. I had to drink the blood of a Fire demon?

The cure was drinking blood?

Oh, the fucking irony. Did the Sun God know how much I trash talked vampires? Did he know and wanted to screw me over?

I wouldn’t put it past the douchebag of a God; the story painted him as quite the asshole.

I could almost hear Count von Count, the Sesame Street vampire cackling.

Ha-ha! Karma bitch!

I cringed at the prospect of drinking blood, let alone the blood of a demon. I sighed. Well, I would have to find a fire demon first. Who knew where the hell I would such a creature.

I turned to a page conveniently titled, “To Capture a Fire Demon.”

Excellent. Jack was such an organized fellow.

'Fire demons were birthed of fire, a class of creatures known as the djinn. They were describes as ferocious and evil, fiery monsters from the inside out. The Fire djinn terrorized all whom they came across all but the Fire worshippers.'

Interesting. Now, how was I supposed to find one of these despicable little genies?

'Unfortunately the djinn have all but disappeared. Perhaps they killed each other off.'

I stared at the sentence.

What? They disappeared? Disappeared where? Their fiery asses were my fucking cure. They couldn’t just disappear.

I read on.

'It is rumored within the Fire worshipper tribes of the Thar Desert that the djinn mixed with the Fire worshippers, thus “disappearing’ but creating a class of partial Fire demons.'

I sighed. Oh. Good. There was still hope. A partial Fire demon was just as good a full demon, I reckoned. All I needed was the blood.

I read on with a breath of relief.

'However, the other tribes condemned the fire worshippers for their demonic heritage. The racial cleansing wars of the tribes of the desert all but wiped off the partial demons. There are none that are known to exist.'

I could feel my eyes bulging. What in the--? Not one partial demon existed? How was I to get cured? If the binder were a person I would have choked the answer out of them a long time ago.

'I have traced a particular family from the tribes of the Thar Desert. A tribe of Fire Gypsies that have long since left India and have cemented roots in France; for centuries they adopted the name D'incendie, a tribute to their Fire demon ancestry.'

I smiled. Ah, so the D’incendie’s would be my key to the cure.

'Unfortunately, they have all died.'

I stifled a cry of frustration. It was as if Jack was torturing me from his shoddy grave.

'They have all died -- but one.

The last of the Fire Demons –

Laurent D’incendie.'

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