Black as Death’s cloak.
Quick as his blade.
Black, writhing Death.
A field painted in black, avert your eyes from the Gods of the Night Sword.
A curse brought down upon us – the promise of Death, writhing, looping, ever entwined.
Avert your eyes from the Gods of the Night Sword, from these venomous harbingers. Extinguishing entire families, their names erased, farmyards vacant, abandoned, slowly crumbling. Forgotten.
Avert your eyes from the Gods of the Night Sword, the gatekeepers of the shrine to Death, a door into his realm, a window of opportunity. Of misfortune.
I alone stood in the fields before them, in the face of the future – staring down these inch worms ranged against me. Three times I clapped my staff into the ground, three times three, casting them into the shadows.
I was not afraid.
Three times three they fled into the temple, and shaken priests fled from their fangs.
Three times three they fled into the mountains, the Gods of the Night Sword, blunted.
Written for the A to Z Challenge as a part of my series of Under-Represented Monsters. I didn’t realise that April only has thirty days, not thirty-one…I thought I was up to date (or just a little behind.) Anyway, the Gods of the Night Sword or Yato-no-kami, as they are called in Japanese. I don’t know much about them – and neither does Wikipedia, apparently. So I incorporated elements of Saint Patrick into the peasant who drove them out (the staff banging, three times three, the shaken priests…) Everyone knows Saint Patrick, right? I also managed to incorporate the Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt door (at least I think I got the definition right, today’s is complicated) and two of the BeKindReWrite prompts inch worm and face of the future. One more under-represented monster to go…comments and criticism are always welcome!