Gabalawi and Divinity bided their time in the sect for a few days.

  Divinity couldn’t wait to get out and get her revenge, but Gabalawi advised her to wait until they understood the system, and when it would be okay to leave.

  Divinity couldn’t talk to anyone without getting angry, so Gabalawi took care of asking around and learning more about their new life.

  He found out that the outer sect disciples have permission to leave once each month; most of the yin cultivators couldn’t get in touch with their families after their transformation, so there was no reason for them to get out.

  Meanwhile, the inner sect disciples may leave twice each month; any more than that and they would have to take it up with the core disciples in charge of this matter, or request a meeting with the Elder, who rarely agreed to such meetings.

  Gabalawi also prepared two hooded robes for their disguise on the road, since it was extremely important for yin cultivators who couldn’t fly yet to conceal their faces from the mortals.

  They remained in the sect for three days before they met again, already donning their disguise robes, and went to the inner sect disciple who was in charge of departures.

  Once they entered his small office through the door, Gabalawi took charge of communicating with him. “Greetings, senior brother Windsor.”

  “Greetings, brother Gabalawi, what brings you here today? No way, you are already leaving, are you?” Windsor said with a smile.

  “Yeah, unfortunately, sister Divinity and I have some business in the land of the mortals that we need to attend to.” Gabalawi said sheepishly.

  “Well, it’s not unheard of, just unusual, is all. I shall not make this hard for you. We will finish the proceedings quickly.”

  Windsor was very nice. The elder had insight when he gave this job to someone who wasn’t as competitive as most other disciples, but this certainly wasn’t how kind everyone in the sect was; Gabalawi knew that already.

  Windsor wrote their names, and asked them the purpose of leaving but sneakily told them they didn’t have to tell him the real reason.

  He also asked them how long they would be out, and that’s when Divinity answered instead, “About one week.”

  “That’s okay, I’ll write it down as ten days so that you have room for anything that might come up while you are on the road. I hope your journey is safe and prosperous.”

  It will not be safe for those who ruined my life; I’ll make them suffer. Divinity whispered under her breath, and nobody present could tell what she mumbled.

  ***

  Once they were out on the road, they rarely spoke together. Divinity was really stressed and focused on what she wanted to do to her rapists.

  She had planned this for a long time, but she kept going over what she wanted to do over and over.

  In the beginning Gabalawi tried to save her from her obsessive thoughts by pointing out beautiful natural scenes on the road, like birds, or animals, or kids playing close to the road, but most of the time Divinity didn’t even hear what he said.

  That didn’t dissuade Gabalawi though; he abandoned that strategy and tried to talk with her about different subjects, but mostly he just started buying different snacks from roadside vendors. Which she shared with him even if she didn’t talk.

  Divinity might have no interest in talking with me, but at least she is enjoying the snacks. I am glad something else is occupying her than those assholes now, Gabalawi thought.

  When night came, they spent it camping away from a village. They didn’t want to risk revealing who they were by communicating up close and personal with the people for extended periods of time.

  On that night, Divinity told him her plan, on how she would take revenge on her father and the gravedigger.

  Gabalawi thought the plan was ingenious, and he told her so; she had actually thought of everything, and planned every little detail.

  Not only that, but her plan was also going to reveal without a shadow of a doubt that those men had raped her.

  After all, she didn’t really see what the gravedigger did as she was just waking up as a yin cultivator. The poor thing was probably doubting what her father did to her too.

  They didn’t talk about anything else that night; Divinity was so obsessed with her revenge that she wasn’t interested in talking about anything else.

  ***

  On the night of the third day on the road, they reached Divinity’s village, which was named Winestead because it was famous for its vineyard and winemaking.

  The graveyard was outside the village and secluded, which made the gravedigger a very easy target for the duo.

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  Divinity looked at Gabalawi and said, “You know what you will do?”

  “Yes, of course, don’t you worry, we will get the piece of shit.”

  That answer seemed to appease her, and she said, “Okay, thanks for your help. You can carry me now.”

  Gabalawi lifted her with ease, and she immediately acted like she was a lifeless body. He covered her with a part of his robe to make it seem like he was hiding her body as he moved towards the graveyard.

  Once inside, he headed for the shack where the gravedigger lived.

  He saw him inside smoking a pipe; he looked to be enjoying himself without a care in the world.

  Gabalawi cried for help to get his attention. “Please help me; my daughter is dead.”

  The gravedigger looked at him in surprise, but he lackadaisically got up, and walked towards the door with a slow gait. He looked behind Gabalawi’s vast frame only to find no one behind him.

  “Why are you coming to bury her alone in the dead of night?” He asked.

  Gabalawi feigned crying as he said, “She died because of me; I didn’t mean for that to happen to her. I was scared that the villagers would accuse me of killing her.”

  The gravedigger licked his lips and said, “I see! Well, it’s going to cost you a lot to bury her here with only my knowledge, but you have my word no one will hear of it.”

  Gabalawi cried pitifully; he wasn’t very good at acting, but the gravedigger didn’t notice because of his greed. “Anything, I’ll give you anything, just please don’t tell anybody you ever saw me.”

  “How did you tell me she died again?” The gravedigger asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

  “I didn’t tell you!” said Gabalawi quickly.

  “Well, go ahead then and tell me.” It was uncanny how the gravedigger talked with authority to someone three times his size, like Gabalawi.

  But this was his kingdom; he knew how everyone needed him and that it would take a long time for the villagers to find someone to do his job, which they all fear and stay away from. He knew no one would dare do anything to him as long as he was the caretaker of this graveyard for the rest of his life and until the day he died.

  “My wife, she died a year ago, and she left me and my daughter alone. I got very depressed and started drinking heavily; one night I returned, my mind was addled, and I confused my daughter for my wife, and I just started attacking her and doing heinous things to her. I am not proud of what I did.”

  “You will pay me fifty silver coins then, but please continue your tale; give me every little detail.” The gravedigger said with a greedy smirk.

  Gabalawi looked distraught; he and Divinity had agreed that the gravedigger wouldn’t enjoy himself for one second. They wouldn’t feed his perverted imagination again, so he said, “I’ll give you a hundred, but please don’t make me repeat the memory of what I did to my little angel again.”

  The gravedigger looked unsatisfied, he would have rather asked upright for hundred coins if he knew that man could afford them, he reluctantly said, “It’s fine I guess, you people can’t even give me a tale to enjoy my lonely nights out here. You never feel for how gravediggers like me suffer living our lives with not a soul to talk to.”

  I got you, you piece of shit. If it were up to me, I would have killed you already, but Divinity told me to leave but stay close. I won’t deprive her of her revenge. Gabalawi thought.

  He got out a hundred silver coins and paid the gravedigger, who told him he could drop her on the ground and leave now.

  Once he was sure Gabalawi was out of sight, he picked Divinity up and took her to a new grave he had dug up earlier just in case.

  He put her down next to it and jumped down before picking her back up and laying her down there.

  Once he started fumbling with his pants, Divinity opened her eyes.

  He noticed immediately, as the time he spends alone made his senses sharp for any sudden movements or sounds.

  “What the fuck!” he said as he stared wide-eyed at the little girl.

  She didn’t give him a chance to say anything more; as she hit him with the hammer in his face, she saw his last three ugly yellow teeth fly out of his mouth as his entire body flew out of the grave.

  She let her hammer drop heavily on the ground with an audible thud, and then she swung it up towards the ground level, which jerked her body up out of the grave.

  Her strength allowed her to carry and swing the hammer with ease, but it didn’t affect how light her body was. So, anytime she moved the hammer, she was jerked around by its heaviness.

  It looked like someone fumbling while trying to use a weapon bigger than themselves, but she was trained at using her hammer that way. She used these movements craftily to fight in a way that only she could do.

  Once she was out of the grave, the gravedigger begged her to spare him; his words made no sense as his entire mouth was busted, not that they were going to help if they made sense, anyway.

  Blood and drool and tears and mucus were trickling down his face, but she didn’t feel at all sorry for that despicable monster.

  She swung the hammer again and hit him straight in the crotch.

  The man screamed even before the hammer hit him, but once it did, he immediately lost consciousness as she heard a satisfying audible crunch.

  “Tsk, fucking piece of shit. Now I have to wait for your ugly ass to regain consciousness again.” She said as she spat at his unmoving body.

  She decided against waiting and went to check for water in his shack; once inside, her glance fell on a piece of paper under his mattress.

  She moved towards it and lifted the mattress up with one hand with ease, only to find many pieces of paper under the mattress.

  She lifted the stack up, and in it she saw black and white sketches of many girls her age, all naked, and all dead.

  One of the newest ones even looked exactly like her, which made her even more furious.

  She didn’t know how that lowly gravedigger got this kind of art drawn for him, but she was going to erase the heinous history of that serial necrophiliac pedophiliac rapist now, along with his life.

  She threw the drawings back on the bed and looked around and found a bucket of water, which she took outside of the shack.

  She then went back inside and got his lantern and smashed it onto his bed.

  The fire immediately caught the drawings and moved to the mattress, then to the wooden walls of the shack.

  She got out and carried the bucket of water and threw all the water on the unconscious gravedigger.

  The miserable old man woke up with a loud gasp, and immediately he went to hold his crotch in pain, which brought him even more pain, so he had both his hands just floating above his crotch, not able to do anything else.

  He was crying pitifully, and then, he noticed his shack burning, he immediately screamed, “Nooo! You destroyed everything, you little witch. What did I ever do to you?”

  Divinity stood above him and said, “You made me into this little witch; I hope you become a cockroach in the next life, you absolute piece of shit.”

  She unleashed a series of hammer slams next on the lying man; she smashed his arms one at a time, and then she smashed his legs one after the other, and then she smashed his head, turning it into human porridge.

  He was already dead, but she kept screaming as she landed one strike after the other until there was nothing left of him but meat paste all over the graveyard.

  She then walked away and dropped to the ground at the entrance to the graveyard and broke down in tears.