LUTKAS (The Book of Life)

Part 3

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Previously...

“Listen to me, my daughter. These are only trials. Do not be afraid. I believe that one day all of this will come to an end. Treat it as something ordinary and don't let fear control you.”

Lutfia nodded in understanding. Her mother returned her attention to the steering wheel and continued driving them home.

* * *

Behind them, the mysterious Madam Alie watched the car disappear into the distance.

She had followed the mother and daughter carefully, determined to learn where they lived. Once she had gathered the information she needed, she turned away and vanished without a trace.

Moments later, she appeared in an ancient cemetery. The graveyard was centuries old. Time had weathered countless tombstones, and many graves had become almost unrecognizable.

Alie walked toward a grave that appeared better preserved than the others. At its head stood a stone cross. She gently placed her hand upon it.

The inscription read:

ALIE SANDRO

Born: September 17, 1973

Died: September 17, 2001

It was unmistakably her own grave. The dates revealed a terrifying truth: Alie had died years ago. Yet somehow, she still walked among the living.

Slowly, she lay down upon the brick-covered grave. The moment her body touched the surface, she began sinking into the earth as if the ground were water. Within seconds, she disappeared completely beneath the grave.

* * *

By evening, Lutfia's mother had prepared dinner.

Ever since returning from the hospital, she had devoted herself entirely to her daughter's care. Lutfia was her only child, and she was determined to give her all the love and attention she could.

Refusing assistance from the housemaid, she personally cooked the meal and arranged everything neatly on the dining table.

Meanwhile, Lutfia sat nearby reading the LUTKAS book with complete concentration.

As her mother placed drinks on the table, she suddenly heard her daughter gasp. She turned immediately. “What's wrong?” she asked.

Lutfia looked up from the book. “Mama... what's today's date?”

The question puzzled her mother. Then she smiled faintly. “So you remembered your father?”

She sighed. “Yes, today is the anniversary of his death. Later tonight, we'll pray for his soul.”

Lutfia quickly shook her head. “No, Mama. That's not what I mean. I want to know today's actual date.”

Her mother's smile faded. “It's the seventeenth.” She paused. “September 17th. Why?”

The color drained from Lutfia's face. “Oh my God...”

She stared at the open pages. “September 17th...”

Fear flashed in her eyes. “Then it's true. It can really happen.”

Her mother abandoned the table and rushed to her side. “What are you talking about?”

Lutfia pointed at a page in the book. Her hands were trembling. “Mama... according to this book, tonight certain beings are supposed to rise from beneath the earth.” Her voice shook. “They are not good beings.”

The room fell silent.

“They will come into our world searching for something that belongs to them. And according to this...” she continued, fighting back tears, “...they will spill rivers of blood to get it.”

A tear rolled down her cheek. “I'm scared, Mama. I really am.”

Her mother stared at her in disbelief. “What exactly does the book say?”

Lutfia explained everything she had read. “These creatures are allowed only one special day to enter our world,” she said. “And when they come, they do not hesitate to kill. They don't murder one person at a time. They slaughter many.”

A chill ran through her mother's body. Suddenly, memories flooded back.

September 17th. The same date. The day her husband had spoken to her from the airplane. The day the aircraft crashed. The day hundreds died.

Slowly, she sat down. Her face turned pale.

Lutfia looked at her. “Mama?”

Her mother swallowed hard. “My daughter...” She struggled to find the words. “I believe the book.”

Lutfia blinked. “What do you mean?”

“Your father died on September 17th. So did many others in that plane crash.”

She looked horrified. “What if those creatures caused it?”

The realization struck her like lightning. “Oh God...”

Mother and daughter embraced each other tightly as fear settled over the house.

* * *

That same night, a grand ceremony was taking place in another realm. Thousands of supernatural beings gathered inside their capital city at a place known as the Golden Arena.

Their kingdom was famous for its immense wealth. Gold decorated everything. Their late king had even ruled from a throne crafted entirely from pure gold.

Tonight, however, the kingdom mourned. The old king had died after a long illness. His only daughter, Kasma, was about to be crowned as the new ruler.

Before an enormous crowd, several elder leaders approached her. Kasma sat upon the golden throne while the masses watched.

One elder stepped forward carrying a radiant crown made entirely of gold. With great ceremony, he placed it upon her head.

The arena exploded with cheers. A new queen had been born.

* * *

The sound of those cheers suddenly jolted Lutfia awake. She sat upright in bed. Darkness filled her room. The cheering continued. Confused, she looked around.

The voices sounded incredibly distant, yet somehow they echoed clearly inside her ears.

She covered her ears. The noise only grew louder. She tried everything to block it out. Nothing worked.

Frustration turned into anger. Finally, she screamed:

“ENOUGH!”

* * *

At that exact moment, inside the Golden Arena, silence fell. The celebration stopped. Every creature froze.

Queen Kasma had just risen from her throne. Her voice echoed across the arena. “Today is a special day,” she declared. “The day my father left this world.”

The crowd listened attentively. “Our purpose remains the same. I believe every one of you already knows your duty. Therefore, I will not speak for long.”

She raised her hand.

“KASMA!”

The crowd responded as one.

“LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!”

Thunderous cheers erupted once again.

Far away in her bedroom, Lutfia heard every word. Every single word. Though separated by worlds, she could hear their conversation as clearly as if she stood among them.

She realized something terrifying. She could hear voices from places far beyond her own world.

* * *

Eventually, the coronation ended. The cheering ceased. At last, Lutfia found some relief.

She lay back down, staring at the ceiling. What kind of power did she possess? How could she hear conversations taking place somewhere else entirely? No answer came.

Clutching the LUTKAS book against her chest, she pulled a blanket over herself and tried to sleep.

* * *

For Kasma, the night was unforgettable. At such a young age, she had become ruler of an entire supernatural civilization. The responsibility was enormous. Yet she felt strangely confident.

Later that night, while resting in her chambers, she heard a knock on the door. Three elders entered and bowed respectfully.

“Do you bring news?” Kasma asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” one elder replied. “There is an important matter that requires your judgment.”

“What matter?”

The elder stepped forward. “Before his death, your father left unfinished business.”

Kasma listened carefully. “There are tasks that only a reigning ruler may authorize. Your father accomplished many great things, but some responsibilities remained incomplete.”

The elder hesitated. “He also made mistakes.”

Kasma's expression hardened. “What kind of mistakes?”

“Our people believe that rulers who defy the will of the gods are punished.”

The room grew quiet. “Some believe your father's death was such a punishment.”

Kasma remained silent.

The elder continued. “For centuries, we have searched for a certain book.”

A spark of curiosity appeared in her eyes. “What book?”

“The Book of Life.”

The elder's voice became reverent. “We advised your father to search for it in the human world, but he refused.”

“Why?”

“He feared the enemies he had killed in the past. If the book truly possesses the power we believe it does, those enemies could return and seek revenge.”

Kasma leaned forward. “What makes this book so important?”

The elder exchanged glances with the others. “If we obtain it, we can resurrect the dead.”

Kasma's eyes widened. “Resurrect them?”

“Yes.”

The elder nodded. “We are few in number despite our abilities. The Book of Life would allow us to bring back the dead and transform them into beings like us. Our population would grow stronger for the great tasks that await us in the future.”

Kasma fell into thought. Then she remembered something. “Earlier, you said I am connected to this mission. Why?”

The elder smiled. “Because the name of the book comes from your own name.” He spoke slowly.

“LUTKAS.”

The word echoed through the room.

“Once we obtain the book, we may finally learn the meaning behind its name and the secrets hidden within its pages.”

Kasma's heartbeat quickened. The origin of her own name was tied to the legendary book. For the first time, she felt a powerful desire to find it.

* * *

That same night, strange events unfolded in cemeteries across the world. The earth began to crack. Graves split open. From beneath the soil, skeletal hands emerged. Then arms. Then entire bodies. The dead were rising.

One after another, corpses clawed their way out of their graves. Their faces were horrifying. Their clothing hung in rotting tatters. Slowly, they gathered together.

Then a young woman stepped forward. Unlike the others, her body had suffered little decay. She raised both hands.

A mysterious power spread across the crowd. One by one, the corpses transformed. Rotting flesh healed. Broken skin regenerated. Dead eyes regained life. Soon they appeared completely human.

The group stared at their restored bodies in amazement. Then they turned toward the woman who had saved them. She, too, transformed. Her appearance became that of an ordinary young woman.

It was Alie.

The same Madam Alie who had appeared to Lutfia at school. The same woman everyone else insisted had never existed.

Alie looked at the gathering before her. Then she turned and began walking. Without question, the resurrected followers fell in behind her. And together, they disappeared into the darkness.

Their hunt had begun.

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