The Wild Hunt and the children of Bel

A story about some of the old, heathen ways.

The Wild Hunt and the children of Bel

On the very old, ancient days...

There was the Wild Hunt…

Or many kinds of hunting.

 

Masked young Virgins were released…

Running inside the darkest of nights…

Being chased by men in masks…

All with erected phallus.

 

They would chase them down the…

So very dark forest…

Under the night sky and the stars…

And the first girl the man caught…

They would copulate.

This was not rape you see…

The girls gave themselves willingly…

The night was dark and filled with lust,

But bright fires shined and were alight…

In prophecy for the new fire, souls, to the tribe.

 

All the children that were conceived…

In the primal lust of the dark fiery night…

Were not sons of woman or man…

No… they were sons of the Gods.

They had no real father…

No real… mother.

They were the sons of the tribe.

And each member of the tribe…

Were their fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.

Such was… some of those wild hunts.

And so were born… the sons and daughters of Bel.

 

Wrong…? Right…?

Well it’s just how some things used to be… in certain places.

Is it… so very different from now?

And all that happens… in certain dark places?

For some… or many… at least.

I’m not saying it was better, then.

It was just… how it was.

Or… so they say.

Author's Note

... Ahah! Look at the picture!!!

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DISCLAIMER:

The author of this short story denies any relation or co-relation with real Historic past events.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!