For the next few weeks, life for Ednah has been one big blue, since Annie's burial, and the grieving mother was still an emotional mess, throughout the day she goes on with life, working and making the usual rounds in her neighborhood. Inwardly, her soul was screaming, burning with grief over what had happened to her only child, and the horrific suffering the girl endured before dying, her body later dumped like so much garbage. Ednah wanted revenge in the worst way, she wanted violent, gory hideous payback, not only on the bastards who beaten, raped then murdered her precious, precious baby but also on the cops at that precinct who jeered and sneered at her pleads and begging for justice. She wanted them all to pay. Dearly.
Her neighbors was so kind, so helpful towards her, giving food, comfort and spiritual guidance, every now and then stopping by at her home checking on her and making sure she was okay. Her brain was still in a slight case of grieving numbness, Ednah gave everyone thanks for being there for her, and giving emotional support, bringing her over some fruits, vegetables and the local church, the Eternal Life Baptist Chruch even gave an envelope stuffed with over $200. Humanity at their finest. The donation made Ednah cry with appreciation at the gift given her, the money was more than enough to pay rent and other bills for at least two, three months.
However, even though Ednah gave everyone thanks for all the many acts of kindness given her since Annie's death ans burial, her heart and soul mainly focused on the one thing that would make her go to her final resting place:
Getting revenge on the lowlife suck who did her daughter dirty. Tore apart her innocence, beaten her until she was several shades of black, blue and purple before discarding her like freshly garbage, as if her Colored life was worth less than nothing. And what made the situation even more awful was finding out the human filth who defiled and killed her daughter was members of that awful gangster, Alphonse 'Scarface Al' Capone. A person would someone like that who was born and grew up in Brooklyn would never hurt a fellow Brooklynite, for Brooklyn people always watched out for their own. New tears of rage flowed freely down Ednah's face as reality set in; it only mattered it that person happens to be White. If it would have been a young White girl Annie's age, those crooked cops would have raised hell to bring justice to that girl's killers.
"So be it", Ednah swore, "if I can't get justice for my baby, then I will get revenge instead myself. Even if I have to do the one thing I'd swore never, ever to do. For it would cost me my very own soul. I don't have anything to live for no more, my only purpose now in my life, is to get even and make Annie's killers pay!"
Entering into her comfortable bedroom, Ednah rummaged through the large old-fashioned six drawer Oakwood dresser, pulling out whatever important documents and paperwork, tossing everything every which way. Papers, undergarments and other clothing was carelessly tossed behind onto the bed and floor, and the search continued for several terse minutes until Ednah finally found what she intently was searching for.
An old, well-worn leather-binded bible, the material thick yet somehow smooth to the touch. One that looked and felt as though it has been around for many, many years, probably inherited, distributed among several generations of Ednah's family. The coloring of the leather binder was of a deep, dark blood-red; Ednah wouldn't have been surprised if told that the coloring of the leather came from getting thoroughly dipped in sacrificial human blood, that's how dark it was. The lettering scripted in an ancient, forgotten, and better off forbidden language, dating back untold tens of thousands of years, when unknown malevolent Gods and Goddesses were worshipped, and ruled early Humankind. Entities that were best off left alone and not for any reason whatsoever contacted. Ancient archeologists who specialty was Forbidden, Forgotten and supremely Dark Entities found scriptures dating untold thousands of years, scrolls, stone tablets and other materials. Godly and frightening beings such as Pazuzu, Demon-King of locusts, famine, pestilence and war along with Lamashtu, a powerful Demoness who preyed on pregnant women, babies and children had many, many followers, their now ruined temples graces areas now the Middle East and other parts of the earth.
And there were scrolls and tablets found on many countries around the globe, along with enchantment bracelets, necklaces, and sigils hand-carved from precious metals such as silver, diamonds, rubies, gold and emeralds. Some of those sigils with fearsome, monstrous features of unmentionable Gods, Goddesses, devils, demons and other creature too terrible to behold. A few of the features, if looked at first glance, would immediately result in permanent foaming-at-the-mouth, frothing, eye-exploding insanity.
And heading the gang of these almost forgotten entities was the Realm Master, Undisputed, all-powerful Devil-God and Ruler of the Realm Territories. Only a few of the most knowledgeable archeologists know of the Realm Master, and what he is, and they pray that he is an non-existent being, and not real. One or two of the occult archeologists read about the Realm ruler, how He existed long before both the rulers of both the Heaven and Hell Territories combined. Hundreds of trillions of millennia and eons beforehand, than he came from an unknown, yet-to-be found universe (alternate and or otherwise). They also read (yet to be proven by 1920s or 1930s scholars) how when the Biblical devil was cast out, it was the Realm Master who gave The Devil the Hell Territories (landlord/tenancy kind of thing)...