[第三幕・第二场] [Act III, Scene II]

内宫秘殿。绢屏影绰，香烟如鬼萦绕。殿外：法锣沉沉，诵经隐隐——铁血与铁炼正赴黄泉。殿内：时间凝滞，寂静亵渎。巴悉拉跪坐冥想，身侧大狼仅着薄绸单衣，面泛潮红，眸含期待。青铜炉中紫焰幽曳，卷轴如舌展，朱砂墨溢地如血。

A private chamber in the inner palace. Shadowed silk screens. Incense drifts like ghosts. Outside: ritual gongs, muffled chanting—the execution of Tiě Xuè and Tiě Lián proceeds without interruption. Inside: stillness, sacred and wrong. Time bends. A hush. Bǎ Xī Lā kneels in meditation beside Dà Láng, who wears only thin silken robes, flushed and expectant. A bronze brazier flickers with violet flame. Scrolls unfurl like tongues. A bowl of cinnabar ink bleeds across the floor.

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

[轻语] “此处唯你我。星宿亦阖目——

似这九天十地……不敢窥伺。”

[Whispering] “It’s just you and me here. The stars are also closed ––

just like the nine heavens and ten earths… dare not peek.”

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

“苍天何曾容得……情人欢好？”

[褪去外袍，仰卧祭坛，闭目]

“快些，郎君。妾身……已难耐。”

“How can heaven allow… lovers to enjoy each other?”
[Slips off her robes, lies on the altar with her eyes closed]
“Hurry up, my love. I can’t wait anymore.”

[长寂。她睁眼。巴悉拉伫立如石，唇动无声，诵念畸变经文——喉音沉浊，似古庙残碑之语。]

[Long silence. She opens her eyes. Bǎ Xī Lā stands like stone, fully clothed, lips moving. The words are twisted scripture—glottal, guttural—spoken in a broken, holy tongue older than any temple.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

“此妇当为吾怒之器，备以毁殁。“

“She shall be for Me a vessel of wrath, prepared for destruction.”

[炉火骤燃。屏风影动，如逃如窜。]

[The brazier flares. Shadows crawl up the silk screens, as if fleeing.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ [续]

“首当净器。

其额题名：奥秘哉，大巴比伦，娼妓与地上可憎物之母。“

“First, we anoint the vessel.

And upon her forehead was a name written: Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth.”

[他捧起朱砂墨碗，以颤指绘经咒于大狼肌肤——腹、胸、腿。字迹隐泛幽光。]

[He lifts the bowl of cinnabar ink. With trembling fingers, he paints sutras in black and rust-red across Dà Láng’s skin—belly, breasts, thighs. They glow faintly.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ [续]

“吾言岂非如火，亦如击磐之锤？“

“Is not My word like fire, and like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?”

[他将一柄浸透腐煞的玉刃掷入火中。刃嘶鸣，泣血，渗黑。大狼喘息渐促——如堕幻境。]

[He places a jade dagger, black with corruption, into the flame. It hisses. Screams. Bleeds blackness. Dà Láng’s breath quickens—entranced.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

[柔声，几近爱怜]

“产门已闭。

‘地开口，吞没妇人与其神裔。‘

今吾当启新门。“

[Softly, almost tender.]
“The mouth of birth is closed.
‘The earth opened her mouth and swallowed up the woman and her seed.’
Now I will open a new gate.”

[未及她反应，刃已刺落。血肉绽裂声。血溅胸股祭石。她弓身痉挛，无欢愉呻吟，唯闻痛喘。忽其掌按她丹田，湿濡扭曲之声——如血肉自绽为花，裂作齿渊。腹开巨口，荧荧蠕噬，淫亵而饥。大狼惨嚎。]

[Before she can move, the dagger plunges. The sound of flesh bursting apart. Blood hisses onto her breasts, her thighs, the altar stone. Her body arches in shock. No moans of ecstasy, only pain. Then his palm presses to her navel. A twisting, wet sound——like flesh folding back upon itself. Her belly splits, not by blade nor wound, but like a flower blooming into teeth. A gaping, glowing maw opens, wet, obscene, hungry. Dà Láng screams.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ [续]

“彼倾魂至死……与罪同列。“

“He poured out His soul unto death… and was numbered among the transgressors.”

[他从袍中取一燃烧之心——尚搏动，银脉盘错。倾入她体内渊口。殿外诵经声渐狂。待最后真气尽耗，心化灰烬。荧芒黯，渊口闭如沙漩。]

[From his robe, Bǎ Xī Lā removes a burning heart—still pulsing, riddled with veins of silver qi. He pours it into her, into the maw. The chanting outside grows frantic. As the last of the qi is spent, the heart withers to ash. The glow dims. The vagina dentata closes like swirling sand in the desert.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ [续]

“人将称其为可憎之母。彼将再孕，产兽。”

“They will call her mother of abominations. She will conceive once more, and it shall be a beast.”

[大狼瘫倒——汗濡身颤，血污狼藉，目眦欲裂。]

[Dà Láng falls back—drenched in sweat, shaking, bleeding, terrified.]

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

[喘促]

“冷极——

不——灼如焚……此为何物？“

[Gasping]
It’s cold—
No—it burns … what is it?

[巴悉拉漠然掷袍掩其残躯。仪毕。他目中已无她。]

[Almost absently, Bǎ Xī Lā tosses her robes across her ruined body. The ceremony is over. His eyes are empty of her now.]

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

[自语] “彼已成魔居，聚万秽灵，囚诸不洁憎鸟之笼。“

[朗声] “盘绕之暗。

汝已成终焉之杯。“

[To himself.] “She is become the habitation of devils, the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.”
[Aloud.] The coiled dark.
You are now the chalice of ending.

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

[气若游丝]

“妾觉……其已动。此刻便动。“

[barely above a whisper]
“I feel… it moving. Already.”

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

“待皇后啖女肉，

待尸月裂，

待五毒蔽天——

其将破汝而出。”

When the Empress eats the flesh of her daughters,
when the corpse-moon cracks,
when the heavens darken with five poisons—
then it will crawl free.

[地底深处，古物蠢动。非肺所生之呻，无名之饥。]

[Far below, something ancient shifts in the roots of the earth. A moan not born of lungs. A hunger without name.]

[他走向殿门。外间法锣一声——铁炼命绝。他驻足，回望。]

[He walks to the door. Outside, a ritual gong sounds—Tiě Lián’s death. He pauses. Looks back once.]

大狼 / DÀ LÁNG.

[恍惚呢喃]

“妾身……将为彼之母。

吾儿。

吾儿。

吾儿。“

[dazed, whispering]
“I … will be his mother.
Our son.
Our son.
Our son.”

巴悉拉 / BǍ XĪ LĀ.

[低语]

“然。

亦为……首飨。“

[to himself]
“Yes.
And its first meal.”

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Note.

In the image I am including here, Bǎ Xī Lā paints the word “永世沉沦” on the wall, which I am choosing to translate as, “Eternal damnation.”