Ancient India – a land of
gods, demons, and cobras, and sometimes all three combined within a single
dread form: the naga, or human serpent. Some of these ophidian deities were
benevolent to humanity, such as the great seven-headed naga Muchilinda, whose
magnificent heptarchy of expanded hoods shielded the sleeping Lord Buddha from
the blazing mid-day sun. Others, especially the female naga hags or nagini,
could be far less benign...
It had started
as a playful game of hide and seek between the youth and his lover, taking
turns to stay concealed for a while behind a tree or a bush at the edge of the
jungle, before suddenly leaping forth to startle the other, then laughing,
embracing, and kissing. But now the youth was becoming concerned. He had been
searching for his lover, calling out her name, for what seemed like an
eternity, finally entering into the jungle itself, as the sun gradually dimmed
and diminished, its noontide incandescence replaced by the shimmering haze of
early evening.
And then, as if
from nowhere, his lover had risen up from the tall grass just ahead, her slim,
pale form no longer clothed, and almost sinuous amid the half-light of the
jungle’s shade. He called to her, but in answer his lover merely extended her
arms to him, as her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in ripples of
obsidian. Her limbs remained hidden amid the grass, but her waist and torso
swayed slowly, almost hypnotically, willing him to draw nearer, ever closer, to
her waiting arms.
The youth
smiled, his earlier fear at her absence now totally dissipated as he moved
forward. He had only known her for a short while, yet he had fallen
passionately, uncontrollably in love with her almost from the first moment of
their meeting. And now, at last, it seemed that his love would be returned.
He stood before
her, trembling slightly in anticipation as the cool evening breeze ruffled her
dark hair until it seemed almost alive, flickering and entwining. The grass at
her waist stirred - and as he looked down, the youth was horrified to see what
appeared to be a huge serpent writhing where his lover’s feet must surely be
standing.
But even as he
opened his mouth to cry out in fear, the cry shrivelled and died in his throat.
The breeze had become much stronger, blowing aside the grass, bowing it down in
all directions, and the youth’s eyes stared, transfixed, unbelieving, at the
huge serpent – which, as he now could see only too plainly, was not a serpent
at all, but the limbless, scaly-skinned lower torso of his lover. She was not
human – or, at least, not entirely so. She was a naga hag!
Even as he
forced himself to look back up at her face, dragging his eyes away from the
thrashing, serpentine abomination that was an intrinsic part of her body, he
knew that it was too late. He gazed into her cold, amber, reptilian eyes,
noticing for the first time that they were lidless, and then, with detached,
almost preternatural calmness – or perhaps resigned acquiescence – observed how
her slender canine teeth had enlarged into venom-dripping fangs.
He closed his
eyes once more, for the last time, and so was spared the ultimate horror of
seeing his lover’s face transform into that of a human cobra, its hair flailing
outward and coalescing into a dark expanded hood, as it leaned forward to sink
its fangs into his throat. Once sustained, the naga hag drew back again, and
the youth’s limp brittle shell, which had once known life but only an empty
promise of love, dropped soundlessly to the ground, drained and dead, like the
last rays of the setting sun that were sinking beneath the sable canopy of the
jungle.
This ShukerNature blog article is exclusively excerpted from Creatures of Shadow and Night – a book-in-progress in which I am retelling the folklore and legends of a wide range of sinister and decidedly dark supernatural entities of the night, most of which are relatively or entirely unknown outside their respective homelands. Moreover, each of my verbal portrayals is accompanied visually by a spectacular full-colour illustration specially prepared by highly-acclaimed graphics artist Andy Paciorek.
Oooh, Creatures of Shadow and Night! My inner goth is twitching. This book sounds right up my street. I look forward to reading it. :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Pete, it won't be for a while yet, as I have a fair amount still to write, but it's getting there, and all of Andy's illustrations are already done.
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