Nesselorette The Ruler / Kismet-The Return Of The Witch

By Clem Maddox

"Nesselorette-The Book" fore told the journey that would lead Nesselorette to Luxembourg and begin her reign as the ruler of the country. She encountered a vast number of challenges and did not know that Kismet continued to lurk in the shadows devising ways to kill Nesselorette using her sexual prowess and evil powers of the dark as commanded.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clem Maddox
• Release date: Aug 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463466346

Clem Maddox

Clemon Maddox writes Novellas and Novels for teens and young adults and Drama/Mysteries/Dark Fantasy with an element of crime for adults. Clemon Maddox Jr. was born in Daytona Beach Florida, and grew up in a military family. His love for writing was spawn from his fathers' love of the poem, Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe, as a result of that exposure he has written over 500 poems, 36 jazz lyrics, and has written 10 novels pending publication. Nesselorette the Book is his first published work.

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PREFACE

Nesselorette believed that she killed Kismet by the powers she possessed from the birthmark of the De Broglie royal crest on the right side of her forehead. Madame Andrepont had ensured no evil of the black art could bring harm to the female bloodline of Armabetu when she first burned the image of the royal crest on her forehead. The act was designed to protect Armabetu’s lineage from the evil spell Kismet had cast one hundred years ago. Kismet was not killed as Nesselorette believed, but merely transformed and condemned to the eternal damnation of Hades. She had been given the task of assisting the Dark One and plaguing mankind with evilness. However, her anger to destroy Nesselorette remained the dominant focus, as she walked among the living, again in pursuit of Nesselorette.

CHAPTER ONE

It was July 24 1984, Nesselorette’s 21st birthday, and she sat at the gravesite of her mother, Margaret Doucette. It was a lovely day in New York City as the warm sun awakened the birth of spring. Birds flew about, building their nests and the sweet smell of daffodils added to the loveliness of the day.

Oh Mother, thank you for ensuring the book remained in my possession until I was able to have the Geechee Creole language interpreted. The information pained me severely understanding how you died, and how my biological parents also were purposefully killed, she sighed. Her hands fell over her face and the tears ran wildly from her eyes. She grieved as if the wound of the loss was just yesterday.

An unusual sound caused Nesselorette to lift her face out of her hands. She looked up in the tree that cast a small shadow over her mother’s grave, and saw a white dove that sat perched above her head, gently cooing. The bright sun illuminated its white feathers, and a sense of peacefulness blanketed her raw and torn feelings of sadness. It was as if, Margaret’s spirit was within the dove, watching her.

Mother, cheerfully cried Nesselorette, Since the time Aunt Karen and Kate explained to me your dying wish to hold me when I was a baby one last time; I have always felt your spirit.

She rose to her feet to face the bird. A gentle breeze lifted the dove’s feathers, and Nesselorette knew Margaret’s spirit affirmed all that she thought and felt. Holding the bouquet of daisies she had always brought since a small girl, turning from looking at the bird, she gently placed the daisies down on the grave as done every year, faithfully, on her birthday.

She knew it would be her last time in New York City, and although she was sad about that fact, a smiled crossed her face. The birthmark of the De Broglie royal seal on the side of her head had revealed the map of the hidden treasure. She was able to see where her matriarch Armabetu, and Leroux De Broglie had hid the treasure. The image from the mirror brilliantly displayed a small church, located on the banks of the city of Boulogne, France. She did not know exactly where inside the church the treasure was hidden, but knew the birthmark would reveal its exact location, once she was there.

She decided that returning the stolen treasure to its rightful place would restore the De Broglie name, and then nothing would prevent her from becoming the Queen of Luxembourg.

She stood looking at the bouquet of daisies lying across her mother’s grave, pondering her travel to Luxembourg when a cold shiver ran through her soul. It was the same feeling she had when first meeting Kismet in Metairie Louisiana, before killing her.

Could Kismet be alive? she asked herself. No, that is preposterous to think such a foolish thought! but she continued to discuss it with herself walking off.

She turned to look at the dove again and found the bird was no longer there. The sun fell beneath a cloud and for a brief moment, the unknown gloominess consumed her spirit again. She turned back in the direction of her mother’s grave, just as the sunshine reappeared. Tears began to slowly fall from her eyes, as she was thinking of never visiting her mother’s grave, again.

Mother, you will always be in my heart and thoughts, forever. She turned and walked off. The sun re-acquainted its shine across the area, but the eerie feeling of when she had first met Kismet continued to dominate her.

Why did I think of Kismet? she asked herself, as several nearby marble headstones, shimmered in the sun walking through the small field of graves. The same white dove appeared again, flying a few feet ahead of where she walked, and her thoughts of Kismet faded.

The last dying words of her mother echoed in her ears like the whisper of the wind, life is going to be really hard for Nesselorette, but one day she will see a better life.

There was no doubt that Mother must have known that the book would reveal something special about my family’s lineage, but a royal bloodline? she openly expressed out loud. She smiled and headed to the airport to catch a flight to Luxembourg.

CHAPTER TWO

Kismet was killed from the powers Madame Andrepont forged into the De Broglie royal seal birthmark, on the right side of Nesselorette’s forehead. The single touch Nesselorette placed on Kismet’s heart killed her instantly during their encounter at the Cajun of the Bayou Restaurant.

The Coroner removed kismet’s body from the restaurant, and placed it in the ambulance for transport to the morgue. Strangely, when he arrived at the morgue he found her body gone. It had vanished from the rear of ambulance.

He decided to fake a burial without a body. To avoid the discovery, he placed an empty casket in an unmarked grave.

Unknown to all, Kismet’s body had not disappeared; it was transported within a swirling chamber of air, similar to a tornado, but not of this world. Her eyes opened from death’s sleep and she stood in a chamber where the air was hot, and flames danced everywhere. A large bronze colored metal chair sat before her, and the hot, stifling air made breathing very difficult.

Suddenly, there was a woman standing next to the chair with her hair in flames, like a burning bush. She was more beautiful than anyone Kismet had ever seen, even more beautiful than herself, or Nesselorette.

Who are you? spoke Kismet.

Why did you disobey my command? the woman shrilled without her dark coal eyes moving, or any facial expressions.

Kismet knew the voice was that of Omeda, But that could not be so, she thought, because Omeda was a horrid looking woman with a hump protruding from her back. Omeda, is that you? Kismet replied, with enthusiasm running through her.

Why did you disobey my command? again the shrieking woman screamed, without responding to Kismet’s inquiry. Suddenly, Kismet realized the woman was a banshee.

Omeda? Kismet responded again, and then a loud clap of thunder shook where Kismet stood and hurled her to the ground, and she lay face down.

The thunderous clap was so loud it resounded beyond the decibel range of human acceptance of sound, and blood began seeping from her ears

Kneel before the King you bitch, snarled the woman. This time her eyes were no longer dark like coal but glowing an angry red.

Kneel bitch!

Without moving on her own, her body contorted to a kneeling position.

An extreme bright light flashed, which blinded Kismet. She tried to raise her head to look at the snarling woman, but she was unable to move or see. Her entire body was paralyzed. The intense heat made Kismet feel as if she was being choked, and she struggled as she attempted to breathe the stifling, hot air.

Rise, commanded a male voice, and Kismet began floating and drifted in the direction of the voice until she felt herself standing. The heat was so extreme she felt as if she was standing in front of a blazing fire or an open furnace.

Why did you disobey Omeda’s command? thundered the man’s voice.

Her body became stiff and immobile, but her eyes were now able to see.

Sitting in front of her was a nude man, with his legs spread open, which made Kismet gasp over his maleness. There was not one follicle of hair anywhere on his body. His chiseled features and muscular body defined perfection. At the center of his head was a large ram’s horn with the point curved upward. His red flaming eyes seemed to pierce the inner most part of the evil soul she possessed.

Speak, he bellowed.

Kismet glanced at the woman and said, How did I not obey your command? What command are you referring to?

The woman’s eyes glowed radiantly and she screamed, I gave you specific instructions to take Nesselorette into the swamps until she reached the age of twenty-one. When she became twenty-one, the hidden De Broglie treasure would have been revealed to you. The wealth that you sought for more than one hundred years would have come into your possession. But no, bitch, you had to do it your way!

Kismet was certain the woman was Omeda and continued to ask her the same question, ignoring all that she had just said.

Omeda, is that you? You look so very different.

Silent, commanded the man as he rose from sitting. Kismet’s was forced back into a contorted position, kneeing again. He stood before her with his lean muscular body glistening from the flames that flared throughout the hot dungeon around him like a halo of fire. Suddenly there were agonizing cries of voices echoing throughout the fiery chamber in Hades.

Kismet, do you know who I am? When he spoke, her head was forced upward, and still crouching on her knees, Kismet responded, No, my Lord.

I am known by many names; the Evil One, Prince of Darkness, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Satan, Devil, Mephistopheles, Archfiend, Dybbuk and many more, but to you, I am Mephistopheles. He continued, Kismet, do you recall what Omeda explained to you about your father, Betu Do Jamba, and his forefathers from centuries ago?

Yes, Lord Mephistopheles, from what I was told, they believed and practiced what Ethiopians call the Evil Eye. These Evil Eye practicing witch doctors, were believed to be variously mad, dangerous, and strange. They were considered outcasts and had the power of the Evil Eye. Why do you ask, my Lord?"

What about the command Omeda gave concerning The Book of Sainte Foy? Do you not recall your attempts to open the book before it’s time, as Omeda had warned you? The loudness of his voice continued to force blood from her ears like an open wound.

Without Omeda’s mouth moving her voice chanted, Beware not to force your will on The Book of Sainte Foy. Doing so, will blind you from controlling your imbedded witchery powers.

Kismet cried out painfully. Yes, my Lord Mephistopheles, I do recall the warning that was given to me.

You have done as your father. You have disobeyed the right of your evilness. Like your father, you will be condemned to eternal damnation, He roared.

Please, Lord Mephistopheles is there nothing I can do to redeem myself from the condemnation.

Rise, Kismet! Mephistopheles commanded.

Kismet was released from the hold over her body and stood facing Mephistopheles. Something ran through the core of her body and a feverish heat consumed every fiber. Kismet was unaware that she was now nude, until a fiery sexual tension woke her femaleness. She had vowed to never allow any man to have her sexually, but now she stood, desiring Mephistopheles.

You must kill Nesselorette and bring me the head of the one known as The Healer. Avoid allowing her to touch the center of your heart again, for it will cause your body to burn into ashes, instantly. If you fail, your fate will be as I have informed, and he stood. Kismet blacked out, and in a dreamlike haze, she watched as her body was being sexually ravished by Mephistopheles. Never had she experienced such an electrical surge of ecstasy, every fiber of her body felt used and ravaged.

When she awakened from what she thought to be a dream, she was in her home nestled in the swamps of Metairie Louisiana, and she laid in her bed completely nude. She rose off her bed, not understanding how she got back to her home. The last thing she could remember was her encounter with Nesselorette.

The bitch killed me, barked Kismet, still sensing a sexual awakening between her legs. She walked to the door of her small home and it opened without her physical effort. The sun shone bright as a gentle breeze sifted over her body. Still feeling sexually charged, she begin to crave the heat of sex.

If Nesselorette killed me, how is it I am alive again? How did I get home in the nude?

Something flashed before her eyes and the vision of Mephistopheles standing nude before her materialized in her thoughts. She shook her head and the image vanished. It was then she realized that Mephistopheles had taken her virginity. She smiled.

Everything about the dreamlike haze of Mephistopheles was now branded in her mind. The instructions he gave ignited the flame of hatred for Nesselorette and Madame Andrepont, more than her drive for the de Broglie wealth.

She focused her thoughts again and recalled her death with curiosity. She had always wondered about death and found it fascinating. Death had always been perceived to be an instant act of ceasing life, but her journey from life to death was different. She knew she was alive, but something was very different now. Her sense of smell was keener. Her vision was like an eagle’s; she spotted a lizard several miles away and across the lake. It was running in an open field with a cricket in its mouth. Her thoughts seized the lizard and from where she stood, squeezed its life out. All of her senses seemed to have moved beyond her previous state of powers.

Nesselorette continued to dominate her thoughts and she recalled vividly the time she had touched the De Broglie birthmark seal, on the right side of the Nesselorette’s head as a baby. The blinding shock stung the center of her breast like a knife that almost took her life then. Remembering the piercing sting when Nesselorette touched the center of her breast during their last encounter; made want to kill her right away. The memory of her falling to her death was a reminder that Nesselorette would also die at their next encounter. Kismet new exactly how to avoid