Novel & Cerita Dumangan Philippine Mythology

“It’s just this myth, the one my character’s studying. I was thinking about Dum . . . er . . . ” “Dumuzi.” “That’s right, I was thinking about how he goes to Hell for Inanna and . . . well, oh God, you’re going to think me really foolish.” “Of course I won’t.” “It’s just that I’ve known a lot of men you know.” “I’m sure you have.”

What glimmers in the trees eyes so sweaty as minutes before midnight howls the transona burst of twelve the myth lives with us the myth is shaken the myth called mito— so strong the village folks from out the cold scream, sputtered out as the sigbin5 claims its wild phantasm of human gyrating metaphors, of signs robust with backward rhymes splitting far into the distance where a text is sighted (that refried ectoplasm called by Filipinos a kamalig) read blurrily:

“DON'T GRUDGE ME MY RARE AMUSEMENT, DEATH.” “Take the worm and stow her below-deck,” Samael said through gritted teeth. Dumah's rotten lips cracked in a shark toothed-smile. “WITH PLEASURE.” “What? Hell no! My daydreams about being a pirate wench do not include Nazguls.” Dumah snatched me up with no concern. I gagged on the foul air surrounding him. My clothes grew damp where his oozing hands touched me.

’ I ask him, settling into the couch to wait out Kenji’s Elders as they look over Jamari. ‘Yesss.’ My Demon replies. ‘My name isss Damballa. I have been portrayed asss a ssserpent God with the voodoo people.’ The way that he speaks makes so much more sense knowing that. ‘Long ago there wasss another Realm, a sssixth Realm, where the witchesss lived in peaccce.’ Another Realm?