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GODCHILD: ROLEPLAYING GAME MALUS 8 OMEN 2 TOME Copyright © 2012 by Gemmon All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or unauthorized use of the material or artwork contained herein is prohibited without the express written permission of Gemmon. WWW.GODCHILD.US Page | 2
GODCHILD: ROLEPLAYING GAME MALUS 8 OMEN 2 TOME Copyright © 2012 by Gemmon All characters in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or unauthorized use of the material or artwork contained herein is prohibited without the express written permission of Gemmon. WWW.GODCHILD.US Page | 2
GODCHILD ROLEPLA ROLEP LAYING YING GAME GA ME SEVENTH EDITION
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DEDICATION
To God The weaver of fates and judge of all You will forever be revered and cherished AMN
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Without GOD... “And I, when I am reborn as the Eldruden, all shall behold and witness
it, that I am dead, yet live on as Son of Man. And it will be a time when my servants and those that love me, once decked with majesty and excellence, once arrayed with glory and splendor, are now treaded down, low like the wicked were, when they were once in their place. Tremble yet not, greater evil commands thy attention. But know now, when I am such, the truth of my name shall be revealed.” Jehovah The True Testament Khenubis 7:13 Earth is a wasteland. Seventy percent of the Human population has been wiped out during the 666 year Angel Wars, a battle between the Righteous Angels of Heaven and the fallen, Dark Angels of Hell. A war the LORD of the Holy Bible and his infinite host of angels had prophetically lost.
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WHAT IS ELDRUDEN EARTH? Flesh cutting winds roiled from the hell rifts and blasted into the urban blight of Zhov. Blood stained snow beat upon the slack, white wings of impaled angels and settled on wrecked, crumbled cars. There was no light to part the darkness that blanketed the Earth, the Sun long ago destroyed and the Moon in dull pieces. Only the lights wrought by humanity, however few in number, would part the freezing, endless night. -Excerpt from Godchild Saga, Episode One, Chapter One Welcome to Eldruden Earth. God is dead and so are his Angels. Demons and Devils maraud the haunted landscape, where humans hang from the skies, Hell has fused with nearly ninety percent of the Earth, and the oceans, seas, rivers and lakes have turned to blood. Humanity is threatened with extinction. Hell Storms frequent the remaining cities. Butcher men prowl the streets in packs, preying on innocents. Serial Killers are initiated into demonic cults where their deadly art is refined and skills honed.
WHAT DO YOU NEED TO PLAY? This TTRPG Hell Tome contains a portion of what is needed to run a Game of Godchild where players role-play a Hell Race. What is required is a) 1 or more Hell Masters b) 1 or more Players c) Demon Tome d) Hell Scape Tome e) the Core Hell Tome containing the rules of play for your Hell Class of choice f) optional Nightmare Tome. The Hell Master is what may be referred to as a Dungeon Master or Game Master in other TTRPG’s. His job is to run (act out, pretend to be) every constituent element of the Godchild Metaverse from the skin cutting winds of a Hell Storm to Artificer Skelton of Skelton’s Warez Emporium. The Player is the Player Character. The job of the Player is to interact with the Metaverse the Hell Master controls. The Player, unless powered by here unnamed abilities, can only control his/herself and no other being. Godchild is a dice-less TTRPG.
WHAT IS GODCHILD? This Tome features 1 Novelette that Players and Hell Masters of the Godchild RPG can read to better understand Eldruden Earth and the entirety of the Godchild Franchise. Omens are Vignettes, Short Stories or Novelettes that guide a Player’s roleplaying throughout their Nightmare. This tome has been wrought for Players and Hell Masters. Both can easily use Godchild as a guide for creating and experiencing Nightmares.
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AGE OF PROPHECY EARTH YEAR 5614 ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH YEAR 7 DAWN OF GOD MIND
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CHAPTER ONE ALMIGHTY “As they say Amadi, the LORD giveth and the LORD taketh away!”
Grand Prafectae Madhiem Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov
Flesh cutting winds roiled from the hell rifts and blasted into the urban blight of Zhov. Blood stained snow beat upon the slack, white wings of impaled angels and settled on wrecked, crumbled cars. There was no light to part the darkness that blanketed the Earth, the Sun long ago destroyed and the Moon in dull pieces. Only the lights wrought by humanity, truly few in number, would part the freezing, endless night. Darkness…nigh absolute. Amidst the charred hulks of skyscrapers there was one sky high, black tower, Gul Gugorroth, within which, was a laboratory, known as Labyr amongst the ever dwindling populace of Eldruden Earth. It was a place that all who knew of, did not speak, hushed quick to silence. A labyrinth of dungeon cells and study chambers, of towering Khaithonon Vats filled with writhing Eldrudens, of operating tables where the wicked surgeons cut without the application of anesthesia, of eerie screams that carried out into the howling winds. Within was a tortured, seven year old boy. He remembered the whistle like call of the Ritan Demons in his dream, the thirteen inch talons that dripped with blood, the sizzling skin of flame, the putrid scent of decay, the festooned entrails of other victims the demon had slain, the shrill scream that was a product of his fear, and the rivers of blood that oozed from gaping wounds that had split open his flesh. He was Amadi Dialla, known to the warrior priest Kavaddans and Sacred Name Acolytes as the Eldruden. He had spent four years in a prison of cold, hard death metal, of probes that pierced the bone of his skull and extracted, for study, the grey matter from the Khonoesic lobes of his brain, of a cloistered cell dark and nightmarish, of a relentless Grand Prafectae Madhiem watching with cruel satisfaction his experiments on Amadi’s Mind and Body. He lay naked and asleep on the slab of death metal that was his bed, his dreams cruel and haunting, the only sound to stir him from his maddening nightmare, the light tap of a knuckle upon the far side of his cell wall. Page | 8
“Wha- what?” Amadi said, his eyes fluttering open, his consciousness dawning. It was the voice of Dejara, pleasant to Amadi’s ears, held in the adjacent cell. “Are you okay?” Her voice was rich with concern, compassion and sympathy. She remembered the maniacal cackle of Madhiem, the whir of the deathblades that cut open Amadi’s fle sh, the blood that spattered onto the Grand Prafectae’s sinister g rin, and the pleas Amadi wailed. She not only remembered Amadi’s plight, she herself had been a victim of a similar, daily ordeal. Amadi struggled to stand, and then collapsed on the floor, too weak to support his own weight. “F-f-f-food…p-p-please D-Dejara.” Dejara closed her soft, green eyes, and focused on the power of the Prime Sphere of Magick, that of emanation. After seven quick seconds, a steak burger materialized before Amadi: Greasy, well done and with a heap of ketchup atop a glistening slice of American cheese. Amadi seized the food, and bit into it like a starved, feral beast. “They haven’t figured you out yet?” Dejara frowned. “I’d make you another one but the increase i n residual magick al energy would only attract the attention of the demon guards.” Amadi sighed. “Thank you so much Dejara. One day, you will be rewarded. God will-“ Dejara shook her head in disbelief. “Save us?” Amadi nodded fiercely. “Yes!” “...” Amadi lay his scarred, aching body, thin to the bones, upon the floor and tried to recuperate from his last session with Madhiem. “Believe, Dejara! He’ll come for us. He’ll deliver us.” Dejara shrugged. “I pray but I hear nothing. And usually when I hear nothing from someone, it means they don’t want to say anything or have anything to say. I don’t know if I even believe in God.” Amadi clenched a fist. “But...your gift. Surely it is from-“ Dejara scowled. “Him? No Amadi, my gift is my own talent. Everyone can do what I do; it just takes specialized knowledge and practice.” Amadi shrugged. “Next time, how about you make some Vodriators.” Dejara frowned. Amadi nodded, a tear streaking down his cheek. “Maybe it is better then this.” Dejara touched the wall sadly. “Don’t think like that, Amadi.” “What else is there? Daily experiments! Countless hours in that damned coffin!” Dejara wiped a tear from her eye. Page | 9
“Countless!” Amadi slammed his bony fist upon the floor. “I can’t take it no more! I just can’t!” His tears dribbled into a pool of despair. “Make me a Vodriator, Dejara.” Dejara frowned. “Amadi?” Amadi tried to stand but again fell. “And with it, I’ll take my o wn life! God! God! Where are you!?” Amadi suddenly found himself in a Khaithonon vat. Outside, standing with a sinister grin in Laboratory 7, was the Grand Prafectae Madhiem, a tall, white, bald man sporting a black goatee, death metal rimmed spectacles and a black deathsuit, glaring at his specimen through the looking glass of the monstrous vat. “You did well in that situation Jehovah.” Madhiem said with a subtle cackle. He speaks the name of my god? Why? Why does he call me Jehovah? Madhiem stroked his goatee thoughtfully, adjusted his spectacles atop the bridge of his nose. “That scenario ran just as I expected. Ah yes, an error rate of seven percent. Not like a child of Ba’aliem would react. Hmm. How delightful! The only thing that troubles me is your incessant belief in a God. That this God will help you.” Dreary, weakened yet with stubborn resolve, Amadi shouted: “God will c-c-come Madhiem!” Madhiem cackled. “Ha! God is already here, if you only knew , boy!” Saddened, on the brink of insanity, amidst a fit of miserable tears, Amadi said: “W - what’s r-r-really going on?” Madhiem chuckled. He found Amadi thoroughly amusing. “I want to program you Jehovah. Program you with a core set of beliefs that will assure you do what needs to be done when you discover what you can do. You think what Dejara did was nuclear? Wait until you see what you are capable of!” Amadi screamed. “Dejara! What did you do to her!? You know! Leave her alone! Please!” Madhiem chuckled. “Ah yes, I know! We’ve known for quite some time that she’s a mage and that she can emanate.” Amadi looked around, saddened. “But that burger tasted so real.” Madhiem cackled. “To think that you were once Jehovah. Next experiment I’ll probe your mind some more and see what other passions motivate you. Suicidal? I’m not surprised, but the next mindscape will change all that. Ultimately, I must tap into your soul mind! ”
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CHAPTER TWO WOMB “My son and God will rise again. It should have been called the Angel Battles, for you have not won the war!”
Vlura Dialla Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugorroth
Amadi awoke within his cell. On the floor was a thin metal tray adorned with a slice of moldy white bread and a small chunk of rotten, cheddar cheese. Amadi, famished, ate fast, swallowing the small portions in two quick gulps. “What’s real? Is Dejara real? Dejara…Dejara, are you real?” Dejara sighed. “I’m real Amadi.” “But you seemed so real before. I don’t know what is going on Dejara. Everything…reality…keeps changing. Tell me Dejara, please. If only someone would talk to me and tell me what is going on…I just wish…I just wish…that…I was...dead.” Amadi began to sob. “My son.” Said a gentle, female voice within Amadi’s mind. “My son and God.” Amadi backed into a corner of his cell, his arms held out wildly before him as if to keep some unseen, unknown horror from grabbing him. Amadi dropped his arms suddenly, as he gazed at an apparition of his mother, Vlura Dialla, standing in his cell. She was clothed in a white gown that shimmered with light. Her long black hair braided and her smile serene. “Momma…is that really you?” Vlura smiled. “Where…where am I Momma?” Vlura knelt and pressed a cool hand to Amadi’s tear streaked cheek. “In Labyr. Do you remember what your father used to tell you about Laby r?” Amadi nodded. “Yes, I do. The Wicked’s laboratory…but…he calls me Jehovah…why?” Vlura wiped a tear from her cheek. “Because, my son, that is who you are.” Amadi started crying. “Oh Momma, I’m in so much pain…please do something.” Page | 11
Vlura’s eyes glistened with tears. “I will help you escape from here. But you must do something before you leave this place. You must.” Amadi nodded. “Yes, Momma.” Vlura wiped tears from her eyes. “It will take some time to orchestrate events that lead to your freedom, but you will know the sign when you see it, that it is I. You must, must , destroy the Shavakar. You will know it when you see it.” Amadi looked up at his mother, puzzled. “Shavakar?” Vlura stood. “When your God Mind dawns, your rage will manifest and break the walls of this prison. Thereafter, the children will find you. Now sleep my child and God. And rest.” Amadi slipped into a graceful sleep, free of nightmares. And there Amadi slept…quietly…as demons gathered around, hidden within the Ethereal plane, their talons and physical form, a variety of nightmare manifest, quick to shred the flesh of all mortals, poised to torture the reborn Jehovah. And Vlura stood and glared at the minions of evil and decrepitude as she vanished from the Ethereal plane, her resolve that of utter annihilation of the fallen, angelic race. And the Demons, having been tortured ages ago by Jehovah, hardened their hearts of hate.
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CHAPTER THREE UNHOLY UNION “So many have prayed for God, and so many hear nothing…as do I.”
Dejara Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugorroth
Madhiem stood before the large door that accessed Dejara’s cell. Two Gohloc demons stood guard, ready to serve their master for serving led to greater, wondrous powers of evil. “Open the cell!” The Grand Prafectae commanded with a twitch of his hard lips. One of the demon guards moved quickly to operate a lever with a clawed hand. “Yes, my lord.” The cell door slid open, grating upon the walls of the cell like the scream of an innocent preyed upon by a demon. Inside, the gorgeous Dejara lay, naked and asleep. Madhiem grinned as he entered, then turned to the guard and shouted: “Close!” The demon nodded. “Yes, my lord.” The cell door slid shut. The Grand Prafectae grinned as he gazed at sleeping Dejara. He loved her sweet scent, her locks of green hair, her perfect breasts and buttocks, her silky, smooth white skin and, above all, her pleas for help when... Madhiem walked over to where Dejara lay and kicked her side with his spiked black boot. “Wake up you miserable bitch!” Dejara looked up at Madhiem wearily. “What do you want?” Madhiem grinned. “You know very well why I have come!” Dejara backed up into a corner of the cell, afraid of... Madhiem glared at Dejara. “So, you can emanate ?” Dejara spit on Madhiem’s face. “To hell with you, you ass!” Her spittle landed at the corners of Madhiem’s lips. Madhiem licked at Dejara’s saliva , whilst seizing the girl by her trembling arm and drawing her to her feet. Then, Madhiem punched her across the face with a clenched fist. “Stupid, miserable bitch! Should I give it to you this night that is eternal?” Dejara cradled her wounds as she started to weep. “You’ll never be like those Gazer bastards . You’re a mere human , you’ll always be a human !” Page | 13
Madhiem unclasped the buckle of his belt, let his black pants fall to the floor. He stroked his hard Pain Penis, which was studded with sharp, needle like barbs, gently. “I think I’m going to give it to you!” Dejara wrenched free of Madhiem’s strong arm and crawled into a corner of the cell and started wailing. Madhiem threw himself upon her, and spread her legs. “You miserable bitch! This will teach you!” After seven, bloody, excruciating seconds, Madhiem stood and glared at Dejara as she sobbed on the floor. “You know what happens to those who emanate you miserable bitch!” Madhiem drew his pants over his legs, clasped his belt buckle and shouted: “Open!” The cell door slid open. Madhiem slowly walked out whilst cackling. Dejara glared at Madhiem as he exited, as she cradled her bleeding vagina, as she wished Amadi, who she loved, would save her, as she thought: Next time, when you touch me Madhiem, my pussy will be a poison.
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CHAPTER FOUR EZEKIEL “ Whoever wins the War of Prophecy attains to control the current of destiny for all time.”
Gordozah the Slayer Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugoroth
The Gazer Prince, Gordozah, strode through the black halls of Gul Gugoroth, where the screams of thousands upon thousands of victims were an enchanting melody, a choir of sound that the Slayer found pleasing. As he proceeded down the hall, he thought of his creator, Ba’aliem, whom he loved as a good child did his parents. Amadi is the key to the permutations of the sacred name. He thought. And I will discover it. Surely the Ghairon, Madhiem, has made some progress.
Clad in his spiked, black and red Power Armor, his sword Mahrgon at his right side, the sixteen foot tall Gordozah came to a set of double doors which led into the cell block. He parted the door open with a hasty hand, where inside he found Madhiem exiting Dejara’s cell. “Madhiem, what pleasures ha ve you been indulging in?” Madhiem smiled, as memories of his last unholy union with Dejara flooded his mind, bringing him great pleasure…his Pain Penis still hard. “She loves Amadi and I believe Amadi loves her, and that makes the time I spend with her ever more enjoyable.” Gordozah chuckled. “What progress have you made with the Eldruden?” Madhiem pointed down the hall. “Come, follow me. I will take you to the laboratory, where I have the latest equations under analysis.” Madhiem walked down the hall. “Amadi is certainly good natured. He is whole of righteous alignment.” Gordozah nodded as he followed the Grand Prafectae. “He is the soul of Jehovah. He is nothing like my father or my brethren. What have you analyzed of his mind?” Madhiem grinned. “I’ve broken him down by unrelenting torture. My goal was to bring him to a suicidal state. It worked, just as I expected. I believe people’s psyches are more malleable when suicidal. And, he is responding well Page | 15
to the thought implants.” Gordozah smiled. “Good. How much longer do we have before interior re velation?” Madhiem shrugged. “Uncertain. But, if I had to estimate, I’d say a few more days. In all scenarios, he cries out for God, whom he believes in.” Gordozah growled. “Phatar!” Madhiem nodded. “Yes, his father educated him well in various relig ious doctrines. In all scenarios, Amadi believes a God will save him.” Gordozah tightened his fist around the hilt of Mahrgon. Madhiem clenched a fist and shook it terribly. “My next experiment will crack that belief however. I plan to run him in a scenario where I will implant hateful thoughts toward God.” Gordozah smiled. “Such as?” Madhiem cackled. “Well, instead of believing that God is coming, I plan to have him believe that God has forsaken him and that God is evil. Based on the results of this experiment I can proceed.” The two reached the entrance into the Laboratory. Inside, within a Khaithonon Vat, was Amadi, writhing in agony. Gordozah grinned. “Look at him. Who would have thought a Kemthem could be reborn as a mortal.” Madhiem laug hed. “Indeed my dear friend.” Gordozah, elated, stared at Amadi in awe. “You know what I find most interesting my friend, is what emotions we share with the righteous. Love for each other. Some would think that love is an emotion only good beings have. I wonder, this I will ask my father when he is freed from Vurdor, what is greater than true evil and how can I aspire to it?” Madhiem chuckled. “Indeed my dear friend, indeed.” Madhiem walked to a computer terminal and loaded the latest files on Amadi. “I have here a memory withdrawn from Amadi’s Khonoesic lobe.” Gordozah clasped a hand on Madhiem’s shoulder. “Well done. Let’s see it!” Madhiem nodded as he plucked away at the terminal. “It’s audio only...wait, before I can get this memory to play…some type of interference. Change within Amadi’s psyche-” Gordozah grinned as what he had foreseen commenced. All the true reason I am here. Bright flames of scarlet light burned from Amadi Dialla’s body. Kavashem twinkled in the Godchild’s eyes. The wrath of Jehovah was awoken…by Madhiem’s menacing. Gordozah gasped. “Ezekiel! Like Ezekiel’s vision in the Holy Bible. Behold Madhiem! Behold the flames of the Lord! Only now…Jehovah is a Page | 16
mere babe and without his brimstone like body .” Madhiem nodded, suddenly stricken with fear. “What now , Gordozah?” Gordozah turned and exited the laboratory. Let us see how faithful a Ghairon Madhiem truly is.
The Khaithonon Vat shattered as it was engulfed in scarlet, sun-like flames. Amadi stepped out, brilliant flames billowing from his body, and glared at Madhiem with eyes burning with Kavashem.
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CHAPTER FIVE THE PRAYER “The Lord’s wrath I shall kindle, for now in the time of the aftermath, true evil is plentiful.” Ba’aliem, the Master God Personal Thoughts
Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugorroth
Now his wrath kindled, now free of the torturous vat of magic science that dissected his mind for study of mysteries majestic and supreme, now free of Grand Prafectae Madhiem’s cruel sessions of rape with sexual instruments of pain divine, now free of nightmares woven of thoughts of terror, manifested lucidly, now free of lack of being without understanding, Jehovah, emerged from the gates of Gul Gugorroth, gates that loomed into the firmament, designed so to seem as a rictus of terror. The Lord, mind anew, saddened, for now all the prayers of sentient kind could be heard, for now the pleas and wails of the righteous, tortured in ways sure to haunt the mind, could be heard, for now the visions of maidens once who professed their love only to God, ravaged wholly, could be seen. And the Master God, Ba’aliem, whose name not be spoken by any, el se sure to draw his attention, rose from the black coated sky like a blighted Sun, which flashed with black lightning , monstrous and monolithic…tentacles dancing maniacally. And Jehovah glared at the tentacle clad eyeball, maddened, for his wrath was kindled. “Knowest thou the time when Binah bring forth destruction? Or canst thou mark when the Gazers do wail? Canst thou number the days of destiny? Or the Years? Or knowest thou the time when it manifest so? Knowest thou the time when sadness is no longer upon the face of the deep? Or canst thou number the count of the Angels? Tortured beyond mortal ken?” Ba’aliem spoke and said, “Oh Brother, your might was great but effected far too late. Oh Brother, your reign was supreme, but without the correct dream. Oh Brother, first I speak of what men call wait and what mortals think seem.” And Ba’aliem returned to Vurdor, for he was so bound. And Jehovah, fleeing Gul Guguroth, spoke and said, “I am my shepherd; Page | 18
I shall not want. I maketh me to lie down in green pastures: I leadeth me beside still waters. I restoreth my soul: I leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for my name’s sake. Ye, thou I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for I am with me; my rod and my staff they comfort me. I preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: I anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”
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CHAPTER SIX UNHOLY MERCY “Your Aspect is that which rules your life, your existence, your soul. It is the key to your power. To possess one’s Aspect is to possess all the power that they possess.” Unknown Personal Thoughts
Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Guguroth Laboratory 7 Madhiem’s agony waned, as the flames Jehovah had set upon the Grand Prafectae cooled and then extinguished. “Gordozah! Gordozah!” Madhiem cried out. “Is it you? The flames of God have vanished!” He is close to insanity . Madhiem struggled to his feet, looking around the now partially destroyed laboratory 7-13, which was shrouded in pale, white mist. “Gordozah! GORDOZAH!” The silent, hidden observer laughed inwardly. A faithful Ghairon. Indeed. Madhiem flailed his arms about wildly. “GORDOZAH!” Quiet fool, he left. Madhiem wailed. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” The silent observer emerged from the shadows. Madhiem spun around, startled, as he perceived a voluptuous, black woman clothed in an immaculate, violet gown. A veil covered her wicked eyes. She smiled at Madhiem with perfect, full lips. “I am Kunkathaos.” Madhiem gasped. “Kemthem!” Kunkathaos grinned. “Yes.” Madhiem fell to his knees. “Did you save me? Why are you here? Where’s Gordozah?” Kunkathaos smiled and laughed. “Quiet, Madhiem. I am surprised to see that you did not fail us.” Madhiem nodded. “I am loyal to the Master God and his allies into Hell Kunkathaos!” Kunkathaos frowned. “So it seems. It was not what I expected. And I am all knowing.” Madhiem struggled to his feet. “I know this. Gaethen-” Kunkathaos waved a manicured, ebony hand. “I see you know some of the True Testament.” Page | 20
Madhiem fell to his knees, as pain surged through his body. “H-heal me.”
Kunkathaos smiled and waved a soft, delicate hand. Madhiem’s pain vanished as did his terrible burns. Kunkathaos pursed her soft lips and blew. The mist parted. “Jeho vah fled quickly. The Shavakar! Where is it!?” Madhiem stood. “Jehovah took it with him. But you are Kemthem, why don’t you know?” Kunkathaos clenched a manicured fist. “Permutations of the Sacred Name have blinded me from some Truths.” Madhiem nodded. “Gordozah never told me what the Shavakar was. Only that I study it as intensely as Amadi.” “This I am aware of.” Madhiem looked around the laboratory with wild eyes. “Can you tell me what the Shavakar is?” K unkathaos smiled. “It is Jehovah’s blood.” Madhiem grinned. “The ramifications! Blood is the key to one’s Aspect!” Kunkathaos approached the Khaithonon Vat and looked inside. “My love…” Madhiem looked at Kunkathaos peculiarly. “My…love?” Kunkathaos turned to look at Madhiem, madly. “Jehovah will be my husband!” “Husband? But Gordozah tells me Jehovah is to be imprisoned when we win the War of Prophecy.” Kunkathaos laughed, her eyes beneath the veil gazing into the darkness that permeated the room. “My brother will do anything for me…certainly after what I have done for him.” Kunkathaos approached Madhiem, studied him quizzically. All her Truths about him indicated that he was faithful. But, there were some parts of Madhiem’s mind hidden from Kunkathaos, which worried her intensely. The hidden parts of his mind are Jehovah’s work. Why? What is my husband plotting now?
Madhiem walked to one of the computer terminals that appeared to be undamaged. “Let me see if any data is left. Jehovah…he almost destroyed everything in here.” “What happened? Tell me everything!” “He was no longer Amadi…he was…” “Tell me, Madhiem!” “He was… “Yes!?” “He was…God!” Page | 21
“Speak!” “He was God…again!” “NOW!” “I was with Gordozah when…”
AMN The Khaithonon Vat shattered as it was simultaneously engulfed in sun like flames. Amadi stepped out, brilliant flames billowing from his body, and glared at Madhiem with eyes burning with Kavashem. Madhiem laughed cockily. “Jehovah!” The Grand Prafectae’s tongue burst into flames. Jehovah laughed at Madhiem as the Ghairon began to scream. “Canst thou cool the tongue? Or canst thou find forgiveness as I behold thee?” Madhiem looked around for Gordozah. The Slayer will kill you! Jehovah shook his head, hearing Madhiem’s thoughts. “No Madhiem. That is why he left .” Vlura whispered telepathically to Jehovah. “The Shavakar, my son and God.” Jehovah nodded as he, with mere gesture of will, burned all the vials containing the blood of his incarnate form. Vlura smiled from the deepest reaches of the Ilsilium. Jehovah intensified the flames burning in Madhiem’s mouth. “I will deal with you later Grand Prafectae .” AMN Kunkathaos waved a hand. “That is all I need from you. I see the rest now.”
Madhiem thought of Jehovah and yearned for vengeance. “Flaming Tongues of the Damned!” Kunkathaos nodded. “Yes. That is what it is called. It is known to some Ghairon. You will be the next Ghairon to wield it.” Madhiem’s anger heightened, as he recounted the pain he had felt in his mouth. Pain from hell. “I know just what to do to anger Jehovah…if she’s still here.” Kunkathaos grinned. Poison, Madhiem, Poison.
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CHAPTER SEVEN YOU CAN’T DO IT AGAIN
“There’s nothing like pain administered where there should be pleasure.”
Madhiem Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Street 49/21
Jehovah fled Gul Guguroth and beheld true horror. My Angels…impaled. One white winged angel, seeing Jehovah, cried out. “W -w-when w-w will this-s-s e-e-end? N-n-no! It is my…our…Aspect.” Jehovah wept, his heart in anguish. “Yes. After I vanished during the Angel Wars, Ba’aliem’s last Permutation was that your Aspect would be…” “Live impaled…in agony…until the War of Prophecy is over…there is nothing else we can do.” “All of us? All the Angels?” “Yes…but one.” “L-l-lucifer.” Eerie wails and moans could be heard in the distance, followed by a gust of wind that almost extinguished the flames billowing from Jehovah’s body. Another Angel cried out from the distance. “Hell Storm! God! Save us!” Jehovah gazed down the snow swept, ruinous city street, into a windy, curtain of darkness that was approaching him. Hell Storm…and…a Darken Fiend.
The Darken Fiend within the Hell Storm studied the flaming child before him. “I know what…who…you are.” The Demon said cockily. Jehovah grinned. “I can extinguish your Righteous Fire, Jehovah.” “Let there be light!” The Darken Fiend screamed as brilliance tore it asunder. For a brief second, the light of day illuminated every dark cosmos in the Ilsilium. Then, darkness returned…with a maniacal vengeance. Jehovah fell to his knees as a Permutation of the Sacred Name gripped his soul. The scarlet flames burning from his body vanished. The knowledge of the true self, that he was Jehovah, vanished from his mind. He was suddenly now Amadi again, his consciousness setting. Page | 23
CHAPTER EIGHT GODS MANIFESTATION “Love is conditional. And God’s silence is one condition I cannot overlook.”
Dejara Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugorroth Dejara’s Cell
Madhiem entered Dejara’s prison chamber and grinned. There she is, asleep in all her naked beauty.
Dejara was quick to break into a terrible tremor of fear but stilled her nerves. She charged her pussy with a magickal poison that would be administered to Madhiem, should he touch her again. Madhiem slowly and quietly walked over to his obsession as he unbuckled his pants. Wake up you miserable bitch! Madhiem snatched Dejara’s bruised arm and bought the sleeping beauty to her feet. Dejara opened her eyes and grinned as Madhiem reflexively drew back his Pain Penis which seemed to now throb with a pain as intense as Jehovah’s Righteous Fire. Madhiem screamed in agony as the pain spread throughout his entire body. Dejara ran for the open cell door.
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CHAPTER NINE MY LIFE FOR YOURS “I am a servant unto you God, into the Ages, forever.”
Odis Personal Vow Eldruden Earth Zhov Street 32/11
Amadi stood, shivering, in the shadow shrouded environ, and looked around in a wild manner. The Godchild could barely see through the torrent of snow that was falling all about him. “Momma? Dejara? Where am I?” A snow covered, bald old man, garbed in a deathcloak, stood a pace away from Amadi. “Quiet! Be still! The White Reign is here. May even be Spider himself.” The old man was focusing on the streets the alley accessed. Amadi looked around quizzically. “Who?” “Quiet!” Amadi tried to stand but found he was too weak. He looked around again and was now able to make out his surroundings. He was in the depths of an alley, near a dumpster. The old man sighed as a search-light from a Vodriator parted the darkness of the alley. The source of the light was getting closer. The old man threw a Metcloak around Amadi, cloaking the Godchild, and pushed Amadi into a shadow near the wall of the alley…into total darkness. “Stay here, God. Don’t move. I’ll clear this up.” Amadi nodded. The old man stood and approached the source of light. “You’ve got any Dacs?” “Where’s the Eldruden?!” Shouted a Power Armor clad, Vodriator armed man. The old man smiled. “I’m just a beggar lookin’ for some Dacchurs.” The butt of the Vodriator smacked the old man in the face, sending him down to the blood soaked, snowy floor. Another power armor clad, Vodriator armed man approached. “This isn’t the site. Spider says we check back with him immediately, new information too hot for the Communicon!” The old man stood with a struggle and sighed as the two power armored men fled on Mk 7 Hover Bikes. “We’ll be fine now.” Amadi peered through a hole in his Metcloak. “Who are you?” Page | 25
The old man laughed as he entered the alley. “The question is…who are you ?”
Amadi shrugged. “Madhiem calls me Jehovah and so does my mom. And you…you called me God.” Odis smiled. “My name is Odis. I am your servant.” Amadi’s brow furrowed as he pondered his father’s lectures on religion and God. “My father used to tell me that God has many servants.” Odis smiled warmly. “You do!” Amadi slowly stood. “Where am I now?” Odis studied the Godchild with piercing eyes. “Far from Labyr. Far from Labyr.” Amadi thought of Dejara’s cheeseburgers. “I’m hungry.” Odis nodded and pulled a sandwich bag from the interior of his Metcloak. “Eat this. It’s your favorite.” Amadi smiled. “Cheese-“ Odis smiled happily. “Yes. Eat well now Amadi. There is Manna in that burger. It will nourish you.” Amadi drew the cheeseburger from the bag. It was hot, the cheese freshly melted. “Much like Dejara’s cheeseburgers!” Odis nodded. “Those men we saw. They were White Reign Knights.” Amadi remembered the name, vaguely. “White Reign?” “Yes. The White Reign was known during the twentieth century as the Klu Klux Klan.” Amadi nodded. “My dad told me something about them…this white supremacy group.” “Yes. They are looking for you. They know you have escaped Labyr. They know who you are.” Amadi stopped eating suddenly. He looked very confused. “How did I get here? I was in the coffin and suddenly here with you.” Odis nodded. “Yes. I found you many blocks away and carried you here. Sometimes you remember who you truly are. What your name as a soul is and what your powers are.” Amadi nodded. “Powers. What powers do I possess?” Odis smiled. “It is a complicated thing…this Sacred Name. It is the law of the Metaverse. That which governs phenomenon. That which governs everything. Now, it is part evil and part good. The evil was woven by your brother and the good was woven by you. The here and now is our end result.” “My dad told me something like that. But can’t I weave the fix to this problem?” Odis sighed. “That answer eludes me, even in the deepest of meditations.” Page | 26
Amadi looked at Odis, confused. “Meditation?” Odis smiled. “What you need some of.” Hell Thunder roared in the firmament. Odis looked up sadly. “We need to move from this location. Hell Storm coming. The most intense I have ever seen.” Amadi nodded. “Maybe…the Sacred Name?” Odis grinned. “You are correct God. I have meditated on this night much.” “Why?” Odis smiled. “Because you told me so. Long ago, when you created me. You see God, this Hell Storm was sent by your brother to kill you should this possible event manifest. You told me that if this time were to come to pass that I should bring extra Metcloaks.” “What will happen if I die? If we die?” Odis sighed, wearied. “They win the War of Prophecy and all of destiny is theirs. This will be the strongest of Hell Storms I have ever seen.”
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CHAPTER TEN HEART OF HATE “1 spider tattoo for each dead nigger.”
Spider Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov White Reign HQ
Spider, Imperial Wizard of the White Reign, stood before the wall mirror in his barren, ruined chambers and adored the 151 spider-web tattoos that covered his entire body. That makes one hundred and fifty one niggers…all dead…and that makes seven…victory. Kunk athaos materialized behind Spider and smiled. “All dead.” Spider spun around, startled. “You?” The White Reign Knight noticed the full lips and ebony colored flesh . “Nigger bitch!” Kunk athaos laughed. “Quiet yourself , Spider. I am Kunkathaos. A Kemthem!” Spider’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You? Kunkathaos the Kemthem?” Kunkathaos nodded. “Yes.”
A White Reign Knight called out from behind the closed door which led into Spider’s quarters. “Everything good in their, boss?” Spider quickly unsheathed the cybernetic claws of his right hand. “Nigger bitch! Kemthem are all knowing…so you should have known I’m gonna slice and dice.” Kunkathaos smiled. “You told your men to leave the site. Once you heard from the Master God, my brother. He told you I would be here.” Spider sheathed his claws and sighed. “Then it is you. Your brother didn’t describe you. I figured you’d be a blonde haired maiden.” Kunkathaos smiled. “I simply find the black women beautiful. My husband will have many forms however. I am certain he will like this one first.” The door into Spider’s room opened and three Power Armor clad White Reign Knights hurried in, aiming Vodriator’s at Kunkathaos. Spider waved a hand. “No. She is Kunkathaos. This nigger form she’s in is for her own liking. I’m fine.” The Knights nodded and exited, closing the door behind them. Spider grinned. “The Master God said that a storm would hit Zhov. A Hell Storm unlike any other that would kill Amadi and destroy much of the city.” Page | 28
Kunkathaos nodded. “Yes, perhaps. After the storm parts, I want you and a team of men to return to Street thirty two thirteen and acquire Amadi’s body. We must rebuild the Shavakar.”
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CHAPTER ELEVEN TERROR…PANIC…HOPELESSNESS
“One more chance…for me.”
Dejara Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugoroth
Dejara ran down the halls of Labyr, fear quickening her steps. Dozens of Demon Guards pursued, firing their Genma energy weapons. Dejara adeptly dodged each blast, focusing her energy at reaching a large, closed looking glass at the end of the hall. Dejara looked back at her pursuers…and Amadi’s cell. I would save you but they’ll kill me. I’ll come back for you. I promise.
The closed glass was blasted open by a blast of magical energy Dejara had unleashed. She leapt through the window and into the darkness of Eldruden Earth. Dejara flexed her magical will and altered the weight of her body. She floated down towards the streets of Zhov as light as a feather. So cold.
Upon landing, Dejara surmised her surroundings. She was in a ruined street, which was covered in thick layers of bloody snow. Impaled angels wailed in agony around her. Must get away from here! Must get away from Labyr!
The shouts of Demon Guards, closing in on Dejara, could be heard in the distance. Dejara closed her eyes and concentrated. I will take myself far from this place. Where I can get stronger and save Amadi. I hope this place is real. This is the last time I pray again. I will go to Heaven . Clearly by now I am far from Labyr’s anti - teleportation field.
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CHAPTER TWELVE SHELTER “And the Havens shall be the shelter for the righteous should the wicked reign come to pass.” Jehovah Khenubis 5:11
Eldruden Earth Zhov Alley 32/11
Odis studied the living, black clouds which brooded, bearing sinister hatred, in the firmament. “Let’s get moving! The sewers!” Amadi nodded and stood, wrapping the Metcloak around him tightly. “What’s in the sewers?” Odis began walking deeper into the alley. “Follow me!” Amadi began to follow. “What’s in the sewers, Odis?” Odis parted the torrents of snow with a hasty hand. “The city of Thoria.” “Thoria?” “This Hell Storm is going to be fierce. It may even destroy Zhov. I hope the Imperium can fight off the marauding demons.” “Imperium?” “Not of concern this moment.” Odis pointed to an open sewer drain. “This way! Follow me!” Odis and Amadi descended down the rusty, partially broken ladder and into the cold darkness of the sewers of Zhov. Odis pointed a gnarled, bony finger at a shadowy tunnel. “This way! Follow me!” Amadi obey ed. “Thoria? How can they help?” Odis smiled. “A Haven. That’s our best bet.” “A Haven? What is a Haven?” “Protection. Before you died, you created dimensions where righteous beings could hide…a dimension where no wicked entity can enter and cause harm…regardless of the circumstance. We just need to find this place and put you in it. There you can meditate and attain to your true power.” “The citizens of Thoria know where the Haven is?” “Yes. The citizens of Thoria is the Haven! ” Odis stopped before a cracked wall etched with sacred geometric symbols. “This is the first entrance. It isn’t the entrance into the Haven but an entrance to the grounds where the Page | 31
entrance to the Haven can be found. We have to be careful…there could be Demons. Wait…something doesn’t seem right.” Amadi spun around, startled, as he heard a whistle like call from behind him, in the depths of the sewer tunnel. “What is that!?” Odis turned around quickly. “Demons! A Ritan!” “What do we do?” “I’m going to send you in. I’ll take care of the Ritan. I’ve killed hundreds of these demons so far. Once the door opens, run inside…don’t look back or you’ll be captivated by Demon Fear!” Odis closed his eyes and began to chant. The symbol etched wall vibrated and then split in half, like a sliding door. “Run!” Amadi leapt through the portal as Odis unleashed a crackling, lightning like bolt of Kavashem from his hand.
AMN Amadi screamed as he plummeted down a lightless pit. He landed into a sewage cesspool with a snap to his left femur bone. He screamed again…louder. The Godchild looked around, but could see only deep darkness. “Odis? Where are you?” “Alone little boy?” Hissed a voice, seething with hatred, from the darkness around the Godchild. Amadi began to tremble as dozens of gleaming red eyes opened all around him.
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN PRELUDE TO AWAKENING “I am deception!”
Lucifer Personal Thoughts Siliria Silirian Fields Vlura knelt near Dejara’s unconscious body and etched a symbol of a cross on her forehead. “Awaken child. Awaken.” Dejara’s eyes opened. “Where am I?” Vlura smiled as she wrapped a white, silk like cloak around Dejara. “This is Siliria. I am Vlura.” Dejara looked around. She was in an earth like garden of immaculate beauty. “This is Silira ? You are Vlura? Vlura Dialla?” Vlura nodded. “Yes.” “You are Amadi’s mother. I thought you were dead?” “I live on as a Geist.” “I can’t believe this place is real. I thought…I thought. You see, I don’t believe in God. But…wait…is God real? As Siliria is?” “God is real, Dejara. God is my son.” “I don’t understand.” “You will come to understand in time.” Vlura stood. “Follow me.” Dejara nodded and stood. Vlura began to walk down a path layered with flawless green marble. Dejara followed. “Dejara…We have all led multiple lives. You, I, my son.” “Amadi was Jehovah before he was Amadi?” “Yes. Cyclic existence. Samsara.” “Who were you before being Vlura?” “I was one of Jehovah’s wives.” “Oh my god!” “It sickens me. And, I discovered who I was after I died. But I am forever now…Amadi’s mother.” “Who did this to you? To everyone?” “The Master God.” “Ba-“ Vlura raised a hand, quickened with fear, to Dejara’s lips. “Quiet. Do not speak his name, or he will know where you are.” Dejara nodded. Page | 33
“The Master God is the creator of evil…of all forms of wickedness.” “Somehow he must be killed.” “That is what I am going to explain to you. The War of Prophecy. It is relatively simple. If one event occurs, one side wins. If another, the other side wins. There are many of these possible events that can occur. My son won the last battle. He escaped Gul Gugorroth.” Dejara nodded sadly. “Vlura, how can I help?” “You will be trained in more powerful Magicks. But before you are trained, you must be tested. You must come to understand your true will, your true moral alignment.” “I don’t understand.” “Lucifer will test you.” Dejara gasped. “Lucifer?” Vlura looked back and smiled. “Yes. He is not evil…or…wick ed rather.” “I don’t get it.” “You have a human mind. You think you possess free will?” “Yes.” “You are mistaken. Have you ever made a mistake Dejara?” “Yes…of course.” “And after this mistake, have you thought about it and realized you wish it was something you didn’t do?” “Yes.” “Your true will is the result of introspection. Your true will is what you would do provided knowledge of all things. You understand?” “Are you saying I could-“ “Be wicked? Yes.” “No Vlura. I have seen the horrors the Wicked are. I would never do what they do!” Vlura sighed. “I’ve heard that before.” “How can I prove to you that I am Righteous?” Vlura pointed at a shimmering green tower in the distance. “That is Eldred Spire. Lucifer’s domai n. Go there now. Follow this road.” “How will I be tested?” “Go now, Dejara. I hope and pray you are Righteous. Your power would help us all dearly!” Dejara nodded and eagerly quested down the road.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN SAFETY…FOR A TIME
“The biblical testaments are written from one perspective. There are infinite perspectives, as the True Testament explains.” Odis Personal Thoughts
Eldruden Earth Zhov Sewers Entrancing Thoria “Odis!” Amadi shouted as the demons around him began to close in, their maws and talons dripping with blood. A demon approached the Godchild. “Is that you Jehovah? Remember what you did to me?” A lightning like streak of Kavashem crackled through the dark environ, striking and blasting one of the demons into pieces. “Amadi! Call upon the light of God! Call upon your light! It is your will and imagination! Will and imagine the light of God, Kavashem, to pour forth from your hand and break the demons into pieces!” Amadi nodded, and extended a trembling hand. White brilliance illuminated the darkness of the Sewers, vanquishing the mass of demons that were closing in on the Godchild…a mass of demons seven hundred strong. Amadi smiled as he perceived Odis landing, gently, within the sewage cesspool. Odis looked at Amadi and smiled. “You’re learning.” Amadi beamed. “Yes. Can I always do that?” “Yes. Yes you can. This will fix your leg.” Odis projected a sphere of Kavashem at Amadi’s leg. “Your leg is healed now. Follow me. Thoria is close.” Odis began to trek through the black sewage cesspool within the tunnel. Amadi stood and followed. “That lightning like bolt of brilliant, white light is Kavashem. The Kabbalists of ancient Earth called it Mezla.” “So it is a weapon?” Odis smiled. “It is many things. Destiny. Fates. But y es…A powerful one! But…it weakens you.” “Why?” “No one knows.” Odis looked back at Amadi and smiled. “Maybe you can answer that question God. How happy I am to have found you.” “What else can Kavashem do?” “It can also make light.” Page | 35
“Light!” The entirety of the metaverse lit up, as if illuminated by countless torches. “No. No.” The light vanished. “That will only attract more demons.” “Why?” “God, a part of your body is light . Or, a part of your body was light.” “And darkness is The Master God.” “That’s correct!” Odis and Amadi stopped as the passageway came to an end. Before them was a wall marked with holy symbols from all the religions of Earth. Amadi studied the symbols quizzically . “These are the Holy Symbols from every religion of ancient Earth. Why? All together? W hy?” Odis smiled. “So all would know there is safety beyond this wall.” Amadi nodded. “So all would believe their God is within?” “Yes. Something like that.” Odis closed his eyes and was about to chant the key incantation that would open the door when a female voice, aged 70 years, emanating from behind the symbol etched wall, broke his concentration. “Odis. Amadi. I am so very thrilled to see you here.” The wall slowly slid apart…some pieces to the right, others to the left… with a slight rumble. “Welcome to Thoria Haven.” Odis sighed. “Mayla, light of my life, I thought you had died during your journey to the Shattered Isles.” Mayla, wearing a black Metcloak, emerged from the darkness behind the symbol covered door that had parted. She threw herself into Odis’ arms. “It seems like it was not yet my time.” Amadi looked up at Mayla. “You are Odis’ wife?” Mayla nodded happily, then released herself from Odis’ loving embrace and walked into the darkness that was the gate into the haven. “Odis, Amadi…come now.” Odis and Amadi followed Mayla down a short, shadowy passage and then down a long staircase. The gate to Thoria closed. Rhythmic chanting could be heard in the distance. Mayla raised a gnarled hand, from which light shone. Amadi looked in awe at an endless, dark room, filled with hundreds of humans seated cross-legged, chanting frantically . “Who are these people?” “These are Acolytes of the Sacred Name.” Amadi looked behind him, at the long staircase he had just descended. “Are we safe here?” “We are in the Haven now.” Mayla said. Amadi sighed. “Odis told me I have to meditate once I get here.” The Godchild sat down, emulating the position of the Acolytes around him. “Where do I start?” Page | 36
Mayla smiled. “Vabakabae meditation is first. Focus on the source of all things, whatever it may be.” Amadi looked at Mayla quizzically. “The source…of all…things?” Mayla nodded. “Yes. That which rules and governs everything. That which vivifies and sustains everything.” “That would be God.” Amadi said. Odis smiled. “No more Madhiem?” Mayla sighed. “No more Jehovah…no more.”
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN TRANSFORMATION “I am the bloody bishop of slaughter. I am the lusts of the rapist. I am the lusts of the child molester. I am the lusts of the murderers. Who am I? Ba’aliem! Ba’aliem! Ba’aliem! Lord of the darkness. Ba’aliem!” Grand Prafectae Madhiem Canticle of the Master God
Eldruden Earth Zhov Gul Gugorroth Dejara’s Cell
Madhiem’s twitched violently as Dejara’s poison spre ad throughout his body . “Gordozah…where are you? I have been a faithful Ghairon…no?” Gordozah materialized near Madhiem, waved a gauntleted hand and the pain tormenting Madhiem vanished. “Madhiem, you are ready for Ascension.” Madhiem grinned. “Beast form?” Gordozah nodded. “Yes. Dejara is in Siliria, undergoing the test of true morality. If Dejara is wicked, you cannot have her, but if she wills. But…if she is righteous, as I wholeheartedly suspect, you may hunt her down and slaughter her.” “Siliria? Heaven?” “Yes. Siliria is the name of Jehovah’s heaven.” “Beast form?” Madhiem was excited. “What will it be?” Gordozah chuckled. “Claws, talons, demon hide, razor sharp teeth and a cloak of darkness.” “You’re turning me into a Darken Fiend!?” Gordozah smiled. “Yes.” Madhiem’s body began to tremble. “This spasm-“ Gordozah grinned as Madhiem’s transformation began. “Now I will transport you to Siliria…There will be a shinning white spire. Lucifer’s spire. Go there. That is where Dejara is.” Madhiem clenched a clawed fist. His transformation was complete. “I can defeat Lucifer?” Gordozah nodded. “He is a mighty angel, the last alive. However, he is on our side. Go now, Madhiem. If Dejara is righteous, you will know it and will slay her. If wicked…you will know it and have her if she wills.”
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN SEARCH AND SEIZURE “The continuum is an aspect of Truth often overlooked.”
Kunkathaos Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Street 32/11
Spider, clad in Heretic Power Armor, stepped out of the X43 transport that had landed on Street #32/11. He was followed by three White Reign Knights. The Imperial Wizard of the White Reign looked up, and noted how the living, creeping, wailing , black Hell Storm clouds had parted. “Seems like the Hell Storm has come to an end. Knights, search the area for Amadi’s corpse!” “Yes, boss!” Spider turned to face Kunkathaos, who was seated within the X43. “Last time we were here, there was an old man-“ Kunkathaos’ eyes widened. “Odis!” “Who?” “An acolyte of the Sacred Name. How interesting. Check the alleys!” Spider nodded and activated his Communicon. “Knights, search the alleys off this street!” “Yes, boss!” Kunkathaos stood, exited the X43 transport and began to walk over to Alley #32/11. Spider followed. Spider activated the night sight of his multi-optics helm. “There’s an open sewer gate.” Kunkathaos grinned. “They went down there. I am certain. I perceive that Truth. Call of f the search!” Spider looked at Kunkathaos with amazement. “Are you certain?” Kunk athaos nodded. “Positively!” Spider acquiesced and commanded his Knights to return to the X43. Kunkathaos exhaled angrily. “They are in Thoria. A Haven. Kavashem…the light of Jehovah has been unleashed here.” “What now , Kunkathaos?” “Everyone! Bring all your men here. When Odis or whichever pathetic righteous soul leaves this sewage portal, you will strike. Understood? Better yet, let’s go inside the sew er. I have a better idea!” Page | 39
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN PREDATOR AND PREY “There is now, with Ba’aliem, permutation of Truth…of me.”
Jehovah Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Thoria Council Chamber “I hate him!” Mayla exclaimed. “I hate The Master God!” Odis sighed. “We still have the Havens-“ “And the countless souls that are outside the Havens?” “Maybe we can get them all?” “Yeah…sure.” “I am certain Amadi will be as he was, when he was Jehovah.” Mayla shrugged. “What do you suggest?” “When Amadi realizes h is True Will, if he is wicked, he will be cast from this Haven.” “Then we will have an evil God.” “Yes. But I find this unlikely, considering everything so far.” Mayla sighed. “Nevertheless we must prepare Amadi for the battle against Thius. During V abakabae meditation, a Truth was revealed to me.” “A Truth?” “Yes. Thius shall attain to complete mastery very soon.” “The Aspect?” “Only Amadi can defeat him.” “How long will it take for this attainment?” “That I am uncertain of.”
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“Zhov is in danger Amadi. You must fight, soon, one of your own kinds. I can help you master your mind.” “How?” “Behold my symbol…and meditate on it.” A shimmering white sigil appeared in Amadi’s mind.
“My father warned me…not to trust the devil.” Khiogen laughed. “You have not read the pages of the True Testament that describe who…what…I really am .” “What are you really?” “I am the one, alone, that can slay The Master God. Go now to the council chamber and tell Odis and Mayla that I have contacted you and that I know where Shogoth Lor may be.” “Shogoth Lor?” “They will know what I am speaking of. But I need your assistance Jehovah. Only you can restore the light to Shogoth Lor. And only you can discover where it truly is, by meditating on the symbol I have provided you.” Amadi nodded, stood and ran past the throngs of meditating Acolytes, towards a large symbol covered door.
AMN Odis and Mayla hugged each other deeply. The door into the council chamber opened. Amadi entered. “Khiogen has-” Mayla gasped. “Can it be?” Odis walked over to the rack of grimoires, scrolls and sacred texts lining the wall shelves of the council chamber. “Do not fear Khiogen, Amadi.” “But my father told me that he was the devil…the great liar.” Odis shook his head. “No. Not to us.” Mayla sat down in a meditative posture. “What did he tell you Amadi?”
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Amadi emulated Mayla. “Something about Shogoth Lor. How he may have discovered where it is.” Odis drew an age old looking scroll from one of the shelves and began to read. “And the Master God permuted Lucifer, into the Angel of Deception. And three was its number. And Lucifer, retained his true morality, that of righteousness. And Lucifer used the power vested in him, by the Master God, to deceive the Master God himself. And Lucifer remained righteous, ye, even to this day.” Amadi understood. “So Lucifer used the power of Deception the Master God had empowered him with, to deceive the Master God.” Odis nodded. “Yes. That is correct.” Amadi closed his eyes and focused on the Sacred Name. “I realized something. I had an epiphany of sorts. That everything is will.” Mayla smiled. “ That realization took me many years. That is correct. Or…it was correct.” “Then I will defeat my brother and restore beauty to the world. Khiogen also created an image in my mind…a symbol. He told me to meditate on it.” “Follow his instructions.” Amadi focused his mind on the symbol, and began to meditate. Within seconds, the Godchild perceived a sheathed sword of immaculate beauty. “I see a sword! Shogoth Lor!” Mayla closed her eyes. “What else do you see? Try moving the minds eye that sees this sword.” “Ok…A cave…a cave lake of blood…some humans drinking from this lake.” Mayla’s eyes widened with disbelief. “The Blood Lands.” Odis smiled. “I will prepare our Gearbags.” Amadi looked up at Odis. “Where are we going?” “The Blood Lands. Vampire territory. Khiogen told you that only you could restore the light to Shogoth Lor? The light that empowers the blade to kill The Master God?” “Yes, Odis.” Amadi said. Mayla said, “We will have to find some sort of transport past the Shattered Isles.” Odis said, “Amadi, continue to medi tate on the symbol. Mayla, I think we’ll need the help of a Ra’golesh. We could use some Golems to help us forge our way through the demons that populate our route to the Blood Lands.” “Ra’golesh Vorra.” Mayla said. “When do we leave?” “Within the hour.” Odis said. Page | 42
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ONLY IF YOU WON’T TELL
“God…I will be true to you…now that you have answered me!”
Dejara Personal Thoughts Siliria Silirian Fields
Dejara quickly strode down the flawless, white brick road. So…Siliria does exist. And …Jehovah. He is Amadi? How could God die?
Dejara came to a sudden halt, as her eyes captured a three year old, ivory white skinned, black haired boy, clothed in an immaculately clean, white robe. The boy smiled, and placed his diminutive finger to his pursed lips. “Ssh! Ssh!” Dejara looked at the boy, her mind of wonder. “Who are you?” “Only if you won’t tell.” “A secret?” The boy nodded with a smile. “Yes! A secret!” A memory was then kindled in Dejara’s mind. Young Dejara, six years of age, rocked her body, happily, to the rhythmic words of an ancient Earth entertainment artist by the name of Tupac Shakur, playing from a small, twentieth century CD player. She sat in a barren, black dark room. Outlaws! Outlaws! Outlaws! A menacing voice spoke in Dejara’s mind. Dead! Dejara spun around…and screamed. Dejara smiled at the boy. “I recognize you. When I was six…and the Demon broke into my dwellence and killed my father. You helped me.” The boy nodded and said with a whisper, “Do you remember?” Dejara began to shift through her memories. “I think…”
Young Dejara, soaked in blood, struggled as a massive Ritan Demon dragged her across the floor of her room. The Demon tossed the girl into the corner…with a snap to her shin bone. The Demon glared at Dejara. “So…you are the one, eh? I’m not surprised. But, I’ll have you before Madhiem does. He’s not that nuclear…yet. I guess. Ha! He’s into pain when it comes to that…but, I’ll spare you some of it!” Page | 43
Dejara cried out for her father. “Shut up! Don’t you get it…the Angels are dead. The Demons walk and stalk…the Wicked has won. Deal with it!” Dejara raised her hand, and unleashed a bolt of energy similar to that used by the deadly Vodriator energy weapon. The Demon laughed, as it snatched the bolt like a fruit and popped it into its monstrous mouth. “Delicious! Your father taught you well. But, you’ll need more to do battle against me. I’M A RITAN!” “Leave me alone!” Dejara stammered. The Demon turned and strode to the door exiting Dejara’s room. “I’ll be back. I’ll be back nice and horny…bitch!” The Demon vanished. Dejara started to shiver, her body animated by fear. “Dad?” “Not here.” Whispered a child’s voice, that of a three year old boy, from a dark corner of the room. “Ssh! Only if you won’t tell. Ok?” “Who are you?” “I’m a whisperer. I tell secrets. We tell secrets, but only if you won’t tell, Ok?” Dejara, trembling with fear, nodded. “Yes.” Whispering, the boy said, “He’s eating your father. If you are quiet enough, you can creep past him.” Dejara trembled more. “Ea…Eating?” “Ssh!” The boy said quietly. “Go now. Quickly!” Dejara, standing on the road to Eldren Spire, a river of tears coursing down her soft cheeks, silently intoned a prayer for her father. In memory. The white cloaked boy placed his finger to his pursed lips. “Only if you won’t tell…ok?” Dejara smiled. “Yes.” “Madhiem is coming!” “Here?” A three year old, blond haired girl, clothed in a clean, white cloak, emerged from the edge of the green bricked road, ran over to the black haired boy in front of Dejara, and whispered into his ear. Dejara looked at the two children curiously. “Madhiem is coming? Are you sure?” Both children quickly darted into the garden, vanishing behind a bush of serene, expertly arranged flowers. Dejara looked around, fear quickening the beat of her heart. Can Madhiem truly enter Siliria? Isn’t this a Holy -
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“Bitch! I’m the unholy of the holy!” Madhiem said, with a delirious
cackle. Dejara gazed at Madhiem, and screamed as his body morphed into a Darken Fiend.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN COMMUNICATION “Thius and Amadi will certainly duel. I only hope Amadi can increase in power. Thius…is his reflection.” Odis Personal Thoughts
Eldruden Earth Thoria Council Chamber
Odis paced about the Council Chamber. The massive room was illuminated by dozens upon dozens of gold candles and the walls were adorned with holy symbols, sacred scriptures, and mystic incantations. Hurry up…Artomes. Moments later , Odis’ Communicon, grafted into his right, cybernetic
arm, chimed. The Video Screen displayed the emblem of the Solai Sovereign Empire. Odis tapped at a button and the image changed to that of the Imperial Artomes, black skinned, dreadlocked Mercas Jiares. “Odis! Let this first meeting be a pure one.” The Artomes said happily. Odis smiled. “That accent. I’ve never heard it before.” The Artomes’ eyes saddened. “Before the Angel Wars, there was a place, unlike any other place…Jamaica…the home of my ancestors.” “Now?” “I have no idea. I’ve heard there’s a small community of survivors. I’m too embroiled in the battle against the Wicked. If only I had the chance. I’d find myself there something easy. But listen, I have little time. What is so urgent that it required my attention?” Odis sighed. “I need transport past the Shattered Isles…to the Blood Lands.” Mercas looked at Odis, wildly. “ What!? That place was blasted with Hell Fire by The Master God. You spend too much time in any environ where there’s been Hell Fire and you could contract Hell Fever something easy. Even clad in Powered Armor.” “I know. But…listen…I have…the Eldruden with me.” “What?!” “He escaped?” “Yes. He was Jehovah for a time…but turned back into Amadi something easy.” “Hmm.” Page | 46
“But still, why do you have to go to the Blood Lands?” “It’s rather complicated. There’s something we need to k ill The Master God. And it’s in the Blood Lands.” “Hmm. What exactly do you need?” “An X43 and some escort. Draethen. I’m certain the Wicked will try to stop us…considering what it is that we’re after.” “Hmm. What is this? Something like the Ark?” “Something like that.” “I get it. Ok. You are going to have to wait. You’ll get the X43 a nd Draethen escort. However…you have to wait.” “Why?” “Zhov is in chaos . A freak Hell Storm wracked the city. Thousands died. And…” “What? What happened? You look like you’ve seen The Slayer!” “Some of the Vaults were compromised…f or the first time.” “Oh my god!” “Making matters worse…Roach Men are attack ing everyone and everything. Sensor sweeps number tens of thousands more emerging from buildings all throughout Zhov.” “Hmm. I can help.” “How?” “You’ll see. Listen…how long until you can g et me that X43 and Draethen escort?” “One hour. That’s the best I can do.” “Ok. Look for a shower of light rays. It’ll help slag the Roach Men.” “Christ! I’m looking forward to it. I’ll send you when the X43 and Draethen escort are ready. Mercas out.”
AMN Mayla, her eyes closed, focused on Ra’golesh Vorra, his cons ciousness, and willed a telepathic channel open. “Ra’golesh? Can you hear me?” “Yes. I hear you Mayla.” Vorra said, his withered voice bringing a smile to Mayla’s face. “Have you received the events I recorded with my mind, that I have-” “Yes. I am aware you have the Eldruden. But is it safe for him to leave? If he is captured again…there’s no telling he’ll escape the second time.” “There is more I must share with you Vorra. Receive my thoughts, Ra’golesh.” “Ah. Now I understand.”
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“Thius will attack Zhov soon. Only Amadi can defeat him. I, and all of us here, are too weak to acquire more information through Gleaning. Only you can.” “Very well. I will come to Thoria. During my journey there, I shall Glean and discover when this battle between Amadi and Thius will take place.” “How long will it take for you to get here? Where are you?” “I am at the Gon Temple. I have mastered a new power when it comes to creating Golems.” “A new power?” “It no longer takes me seven days to make a Golem. I can now do it instantly…with any material.” Mayla smiled. “Godlike. How many times can you do this?” “Each creation weakens me slightly. The more powerful the Golem I make, the more fatigue I feel. Listen, we’ll talk about this later. I’m leaving now. I should be at Thoria within ten to fifteen minutes.” Mayla nodded, opened her eyes and terminated the telepathic channel.
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CHAPTER TWENTY OBSERVATIONS “I see her…two minds in one…R ighteous and Wicked. They both vie for Destiny.” Lucifer Personal Thoughts
Siliria Eldren Spire Ritual Room
Lucifer, shrouded in darkness, stood within the center of his monolithic Ritual Room. Etched along the floor, ceiling and walls were incantations writ in the sacred Sekhumbis Runes. Gordozah materialized. Lucifer grinned. “Greetings, Gordozah.” “Dejara comes now. If she is wicked, you know what to do.” Lucifer turned and faced Gordozah, and glared. “You know I hate you and will kill you soon…all the Gazers. The Master God…I will shatter his eye. Prepare for this!” Gordozah quickly gripped his sword, angered. Lucifer smiled, but continued to glare. “No, no Gordozah. You have seen a weird illusion. Wrought by Jehovah! You know I serve you honestly.” Gordozah relaxed his hand. “Ah. Yes. This does happen often between me and you. Ah! Madhiem! He is not following his instructions! I will return later, Lucifer.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE DUEL WITH DEATH “How can one act with evil if they know not the experience thereof.”
Jehovah Lesson on the Truth of the Word Siliria Silirian Fields
Dejara, with sheer force of will, created two orbs of shimmering white light about her hands and charged them, intensifying the pain, the damage it would deal to whatever it hit. Madhiem, now in the form of a Darken Fiend, cackled maniacally. “I’m going to rape you again, Bitch! But this time…with more pain!” Dejara leapt backwards into the air, as she hurled the spheres of light at Madhiem. The orbs shot into the dark aura surrounding the Demon. Madiem’s scream rang throughout Siliria. Dejara landed adeptly. “ You scream like a bitch!” Gordozah materialized behind Dejara, and gripped her shoulders…gently. “Dejara. You must be tested. As Vlura told you. Come now…with me.” Dejara, recognizing the voice, began to cry frantically. “Gor-Gordozah. No! Don’t take me back to Labyr!” Gordozah nodded, and slowly turned Dejara to face him. “Dejara. I will not hurt you. I believe you are one of us. I see things in your mind that you cannot. Come with me now…to Eldred Spire.” “What is the test?” “A simple bite…that is all.” “A bite?” Dejara said, her body trembling more so than it ever has before. “From an apple. Come. Come now.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO I LOVE YOU “Truths…I lack all of them. But…this one I see.”
Kunkathaos Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Thoria Council Chamber
Amadi, his eyes closed, continued to meditate on the symbol Lucifer had provided him. Lots of Humans drinking from a lake of blood. Weird, who is that woman emerging from the lake? “Amadi, Amadi.” Mayla said. Amadi opened his eyes and looked up at Mayla. “Yes?” “Have you discovered anything?” “I saw a woman emerge from the depths of the lake. Slowly.” “The Blood Queen.” “Blood Queen?” Mayla smiled. “I will be right back. Vorra is here.” “Did you tell Odis?” “Yes. He knows I am going to meet Vorra at the gate. I will return shortly.”
AMN Vorra quickly slipped into a series of overlapping black robes, embroidered with golden colored Sekhumbis Runes. The Ra’golesh then reached for the Vishunim, but paused. Wait. I’ll leave it here. I don’t want it to get into the wrong hands. The Ra’golesh sadly g azed at the thousands of tomes around him. He was in the Library of the Gon Temple. This may be the last time I get to be around the holy works of the Lord. Praise him, Humanity. He is our only hope in this time of great trial and tribulation.
Vorra grabbed his sleek, green staff and exited the Library, strode down the long halls of the Gon Temple and then into the streets of Zhov. I’ll be there in seven minutes Mayla. Just be patient.
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Sacred Name. “Mayla, do you see the vision of my current location emerging in your mind?” Mayla paused, and then nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do. You are only about a minute or two from the gate. But, the wrong turn could get you lost something easy. I’m coming.” “I’ll be waiting.” “Any sign of Demons? Amadi and Odis were attacked on the way in.” “There were some, but I dealt with them.” Mayla opened the gate and cautiously scanned her environs. It’s quiet. I don’t sense anything either. “Over here, Mayla.” Ra’golesh Vorra said. Mayla stepped into the sewage tunnel and began to slowly walk in the direction of Ra’golesh Vorra’s voice, her senses watching for any sig n of demonic activity.
AMN Odis, pacing about the Council Chamber, eagerly awaited a send from the Artomes. What is taking so long? “Odis!” Vorra said, telepathically. “Vorra? Mayla is on her way. She should be up by the gate, by now.” “What? What do you mean? I just boarded the rail!” “What? Where are you? You aren’t here?” “Odis! Get Mayla quickly! You’ve been deceived!” Odis screamed, crying out Mayla’s name, whilst running towards the staircase which led to the gate to Thoria. AMN Mayla screamed as dozens of Vodriator blasts, erupting from the darkness before her, tore her body into sizzling chunks. The Knights of the White Reign cackled, as they continued their reign of fire.
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CHAPTER TWENTY THREE KNOWLEDGE THEREOF “The, knowledge thereof, is the understanding of what is Righteous…and what is W icked.” Jehovah Lesson on the Truth of the Word
Siliria Silirian Fields
Dejara, trembling, stood before a green apple tree of immaculate beauty within the Garden of Eden. Gordozah stood at her side. The Slayer reached for a plump, shiny green apple, whilst glaring at Dejara. “This is all Dejara. Your future shall be determined here. Come. Come now and eat.” Dejara shook her head furiously. “No!” Gordozah gently clapped a hand on Dejara’s right s houlder, whilst handing the apple to Dejara. “Eat.” Dejara heard Vlura’s voice within her mind. “Eat of it Dejara. Eat of it and find truth of the self.” Dejara sighed, looked at Gordozah sadly and then reached for the apple. “Gordozah please…why can’t this come to an end. Why can’t all this come to an end?” Gordozah’s sole eye, hidden within his Power Armor, widened. “An end? I will be honest with you Dejara. I will. Already, Jehovah has set his will upon the Sacred Name. Locking in a Permuation of existence for The Wicked should Jehovah win…that of unending pain for The Wicked. A never-ending permutation that cannot be undone…in any way.” “A Permutation? What is a Permutation?” “A fixation of reality. A molding…sculpting…of reality ...of the self!” Vlura spoke again, within Dejara’s mind. “Eat Dejara. Eat now. Quickly! ” Dejara sighed, bought the apple to her lips and then took a bite of it. Gordozah’s sole eye widened happily. So now the Truth shall be known.
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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR VENGEANCE STRIKE “There is a peculiar power…rage imparts strength.”
Odis Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Thoria Haven Gate
Odis, wild with fear, ran up the staircase that entranced the Haven of Thoria…screaming the name of his one and only true love. Amadi followed. Odis reached the top of the staircase and looked out the opened gate to Thoria. He could smell the scent of burnt, human flesh and could see the smoke wafting from the chunks of what remained of Mayla. His heart broke into pieces as he imagined the pain of the sizzling hot Vodriator blasts. Mayla…Mayla!
Seeing Odis, the White Reign Knights emerged from the shadows of the sewage tunnel and opened fire. Vodriator blasts ripped through the dank passage but were deadened by an invisible barrier wrought over the gate to Thoria. Standing just within the Haven of Thoria, behind the invisible, protective barrier, Odis fell to his knees as anguish gripped and quickened his heart. And in that moment, Odis focused all of his might on the death of the Wicked. A storm of Kavashem emanated from Odis’ being and crackled throughout the sewage tunnel. Rays of light blasted the darkness engulfing Eldruden Earth, showering all the Earth with Kavashem…brilliant white light…for se ven seconds. The Master God’s sole eye, widened with amusement as he watched from Vurdor. Amadi gazed outside the gate to Thoria and smiled as he perceived his mother, Vlura Dialla, standing some feet from the entrance, motioning for Amadi to come. Odis glared at Vlura and then pulled Amadi down the staircase. “No! No! No! Amadi, that is not your mother! That is Kunkathaos…your wicked Kemthem sister!” The gate to Thoria began to close at Odis’ command. Amadi nodded. “I may only be seven but I’m not easily deceived. I Page | 54
trust you Odis!” Odis sighed and then collapsed. His unconscious body rolled down the staircase like a corpse. Amadi and several Acolytes rushed to Odis’ attention.
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE WHO I AM “And the false doctrine shall be burnt wholly, when my wrath is upon deception!” Jehovah Personal Thoughts
Siliria Silirian Fields
Dejara fell to her knees, as her consciousness began to fade into a deep sleep. What? What is this…this apple? Dejara found herself floating…all around her white, brilliant light. She could barely see. “Hello? Gor-Gordozah? Hello? Vlura? Vlura?” “No. It is I. Jehovah.” “How can I be sure?” “I know your True Will. I know of you. Canst thou see what I see?” “I see light…light everywhere.” Jehovah sighed. “Yes. It is good to know you are of The Righteous. One more matters, Dejara.” “Prove you are Jehovah! Prove it!” Instantly, Dejara became aware, via a metaphysical phenomenon that could prove anything. It was indeed Jehovah she was conversing with. This was the phenomenon called Truth. Dejara smiled. “So…God exists.” “There is more than one, as you can see the state of things…the action of the Metaverse.” “Who did this to everyone, God? More than one? More than one God? You mean to tell me you are not the only one?” “No. Canst thou see the beginning as I see it?” “No.” “Indeed. It is hidden from thee, hidden from the sight of thy eye. But…I will show it to thee…in thy quests.” “Quests?” “I will send thee now to Vlura…she will protect you. Now, the Master God’s son hunts you. He sends forth Madhiem, who is destined to become The Mad God, for he is my servant and will attain to mastery of his Sacred Name soon.” “Madhiem? That monster!” Jehovah chuckled. “Only a fault of the incarnate mind. He knows not Page | 56
his True Will as I have concealed it.” “The apple I ate-“ “From the Tree spoke of in Genesis of that book of lies.” Jehovah said angrily. “Book…of lies?” “The apple from the tree tha t dwells in the Garden of Eden, which is properly known as the Silirian Fields, will bring awareness of ones true nature, whether Righteous or Wicked.” “I don’t understand.” “Thou canst not see Truth yet. When you ate of the apple, you perceived every possible element of your mind. Every possible whim, urge, desire. And in this perception, you perceived that your true desire, your True Will, was in alignment with that of your incarnate mind.” “Incarnate mind?” “That mind which knows itself as Dejara. Yet, did you know my love, that you had chosen to be with me when I created you…yet the Age of Trickery had come to an end and I could not yet test your will…to determine if you deserved everlasting life or the lake which burns with fire and brimstone.” Dejara gasped. “I know giveth thee Truth that I am righteous and that thou truly did choose to be one of my wives. I giveth thee this Truth upon thy departure. For the cosmic clock ticks and the War of Prophecy is ongoing. Your aide is needed. For the fate of sentient kind is determined soon, in this Age of the Damned.” “Where did Gordozah go? And the tree? And the Silirian Fields?” “When you ate from the apple, Gordozah perceived your True Will and killed you. Yet, I have resurrected you. Awaken now…my dear love.” Dejara awoke, gasping. Vlura knelt beside her, and pressed a cool cloth to her feverish forehead. Dejara looked around but could not make out her surroundings. “Where am I…Vlura? Vlura is that you? I remember!” Vlura smiled. “I know. You are like me.” Vlura frowned. “But, we are the lucky ones. There is something I must tell you.”
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CHAPTER TWENTY SIX REVIVAL “I am at ease. There is life after death. I will find her.”
Odis Self Affirmation Eldruden Earth Thoria Healing Chamber
Odis, unconscious, lay upon several layers of Metcloaks, arranged so as to form a sort of bed. Frankincense incense wafted throughout the room, which was lit by green candlelight. Amadi sat near the aged man, reached out and held his withered hand. “You’ll make it Odis. Wake up Odis! Wake up!” Odis’ Communicon chimed. Amadi quizzically reached for the Communicon. The Video Screen displayed the emblem of the Solai Sovereign Empire. “I-I…” Odis struggled to say. “I-I think it’s the Artomes.” Amadi beamed. “Odis! You’re alive!” Odis smiled as he pressed a button on his Communicon. The image changed to that of the Imperial Artomes, Mercas Jiares. “Artomes!” “That blast of light that hit Zhov…you?” Odis nodded. “Yes. The Roach Men?” “You slagged them all something easy Odis! Congratulations. There’s only a few left and the Legionnaires are taking care of it.” “My transport?” “The X43 is ready. Coordinates?” “White Reign Knig hts are positioned near one of the gates to Thoria.” Amadi frowned. “How are we going to get out?” Odis smiled. “Don’t worry God, there are many entrances into Thoria. Artomes, have the Draethen and escort meet me at Worker Central in three hours.” The Artomes nodded. “Affirmative. They’ll come with a supply of rations and some weapons.” Odis nodded. “We could certainly use some Vodriators. There’ll be three of us.” “Affirmative. Mercas out.” Odis struggled to stand. “M-m-must…f -find…m-mayla.” Amadi’s eyes shone with tears. “But…she’s…” Page | 58
Odis clenched a fist. “No! Don’t you remember Amadi?” Amadi smiled and nodded. “Yes! My Mother! She died while giving birth to me…yet she lives on. She would always visit me while I was in Labyr. Where do you think Mayla is?” Odis sighed from so rrow and weariness. “I’m not sure. When one dies, the consciousness departs from the corporeal form and lives on in the world of spirits. Yet I worry, for in this land the Dark Angels reign supreme. Some say even more so than on Eldruden Earth.” Ra’golesh Vorra stormed into the room. “Odis! You’re alive! Mayla! What happened to my sister!?” Odis frowned as tears streaked down his cheek. “She’s dead Vorra. Vodriator…tore apart by Vodriators!” Vorra clenched both his fists and screamed in frustration. “Christ!” Odis stood, struggling all the way. “I am so weak from my vengeance strike. Vorra, were there White Reign Knights outside the Thoria Gate?” “All dead. Whatever you unleashed tore through them something easy.” Odis nodded. “Good. We’re still going to use a different exit.” Vorra shook a trembling fist. “We must prepare Amadi! Prepare him for Thius.” Amadi looked at Vorra strangely. “Prepare for what? Who is Thius?” Vorra looked at the Godchild and smiled. “He is like you. And like you, he is capable of wielding Kavashem.” Amadi nodded thoughtfully. “So we will have a battle of light! Odis showed me how to kill demons earlier! I can do it!” Vorra nodded and looked concernedly at Odis. “Does Amadi know how to fly? Does his body burn with Righteous Fire like the other Godchilds?” Odis shook his head. “He is not yet fully matured for the fire to burn. But, I am certain he can fly and wield Kavashem.” Amadi looked up at Odis excitedly. “Flight? How? By Imagining?” Amadi suddenly rose in the air and began to float. “Wow!” Vorra smiled. “Good.” Odis grinned. “He is a fast learner.” Suddenly, the entirety of the Haven shook violently, as if gripped by a terrible quake of the Earth. Odis growled. “Thius!” Vorra closed his eyes and began chanting as another quake, more violent than the last, thundered the Haven. Amadi looked around quizzically. “I thought we were safe here?” Odis nodded. “We are. The Haven can only be shaken. Look, Thius is here Amadi. Only you can defeat him, for it has so been permuted. I am going Page | 59
to teleport you to Zhov. He’ll be easy to spot. A child, about your age, floating in front of Cidonis and hurtling deadly, destructive blasts at the Imperial HQ.” Amadi clenched a bony fist. “How do I defeat him? Kavashem?” Odis nodded. “Yes. You go now.” Amadi vanished as Odis closed his eyes and chanted a sacred Word of Power that would teleport the Godchild to Thius’ current location.
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CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN THE REMAINDER IN HELL “The pain…so great.”
Jehovah Personal Thoughts Siliria Silirian Fields “I remember!” Vlura smiled as she continued to apply a healing cloth to Dejara’s hot forehead. “Yes. I am certain you do. But…what exactly?” “The day of my creation…but…wait…you said you had something to tell me. That I am one of the fortunate ones.” Vlura sighed. “Indeed Dejara…indeed. It is only the two of us of Jehovah’s harem that are free.” Dejara gasped and jumped up, grasping Vlura’s hand quick and madly. “Where are the others?” A tear streamed down Vlura’s cheeks. “In Vurdor, with the Master God. They are being continually tortured.” “No!” “Yes. And they are locked in a Temporal Plane. For every femto-second that passes to us, billions upon billions upon billions of ages pass to them.” “We have to do something!” “If we can drink from the Chalice of the Deep, we will become Kemthem and possess the power to enter Vurdor and free our girlfriends.” Sight began to return to Dejara. She observed that she was in an immaculate green temple. Sandalwood incense burned in the distance and a cool mist wafted throughout the temple environs. “Where is this…chalice?” Vlura stood. “Come Dejara, let us venture to Earth and commune with Gaia and find the Chalice. We have little time.” Dejara nodded whilst slowly standing. “Yes. How will we journey to Earth? Teleportation?” Vlura nodded and gripped Dejara’s hand. The two of them then vanished with a flash of light.
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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT REFLECTION “Let there be the anti of light…Darkness!”
Thius Self Affirmation Eldruden Earth Cidonis Outer Lock
Thius floated above the spire which was Cidonis Tower, whilst hurtling Kavashem like bolts at the Legionnaires that stationed themselves in defense of the Imperial HQ. The reflection of Amadi, matching physical features exactly, shouted: “Where is the Godchild?!” “Right here!” Amadi said as he gently floated down to the rooftop of a building adjacent to Cidonis Tower. The Godchild raised a clenched fist which glowed with Kavashem. “And it ends here!” Thius cackled and unleashed a volley of dozens of Kavashem like orbs at Amadi. The spheres crashed into the rooftop as Amadi jumped up, creating a vast chasm beneath the Eldruden’s feet. Amadi shouted: “No more Thius! I am God! And as such, I’ll act as such!” “I am your reflection…no?” Thius unleashed another volley of dozens of Kavashem orbs at Amadi. The Godchild flew to the east, creating a trail of destruction at his feet. “And as your reflection…I possess much of what you are…of all you are!” Amadi shaped his body in the form of a cross, closed his eyes and willed Kavashem to radiate everywhere from his being. “Let there be light to smite that which is unjust and wicked.” Thius screamed as Kavashem tore through his being, radiating from Amadi. Light momentarily lit up the Metaverse. Yet, darkness returned. Suddenly, Amadi found his neck gripped by bony, black hands. Thius tightened his choke hold on Amadi whilst allowing his entire body to burst and burn with the fires of perverted Kavashem. “If only you were not a Godchild like I, you would be struck with Hell Fever! ” Amadi struggled to pry Thius’ strong grip from his neck. “It doesn’t have to be this way, Thius!” Thius began to shake Amadi about. “Oh yes it does. With your defeat I will have all the Metaverse to rule. I will be the one! I will be the Jehovah!” Amadi placed the palm of his hand at Thius heart and unleashed a terrible streak of Kavashem. It punched through Thius with ease, hurtling the Page | 62
foul reflection to the depths of the city streets below. Amadi quickly flew down after Thius, in pursuit. Odis watched from the Haven and then quickly spoke to the Godchild telepathically . “Amadi, create the brightest form of Kavashem you can, concentrate in the area where Thius fell.” Amadi nodded. Within seconds, the streets lit up with the brilliance of Kavashem. Odis smiled. Thius suddenly flew up, grabbed Amadi and hurtled him into the ruins of a wrecked skyscraper. The hulk then began to collapse in, around Amadi. The Godchild screamed as a large beam of steel broke the bone of his right arm into pieces and tore a bloody gash at his forehead. Thius unleashed another volley, this time thousands, of Kavashem orbs at Amadi, whilst cackling. “Good now! Soon I shall be the one God! I shall be the Jehovah!” Amadi blasted away the debris that had collapsed around him with a telekinetic jolt, stood and then began to charge an orb of Kavashem at his left fist. “This will do you in!” Thius cackled as a massive, house sized orb of Kavashem hurtled toward where he was floating. The orb blasted into Amadi’s foe, hurtling Thius into the hulk of a skyscraper. Amadi unleashed another massive orb where he believed Thius to be. Thius quickly teleported to within inches of Amadi and struck him across the face with a trembling, bloody fist. Amadi hurtled down towards the city streets. Thius grinned. “I know when to fight and when to quit. The next time I see you, however, you are a dead child .” Thius vanished with a flash of light. Amadi, gripping his injured arm, slowly lost consciousness. AMN Amadi awoke and found himself atop a makeshift bed of Metcloaks. A dying sunstone lay on the floor, near the bed. “Odis?” “Here.” Odis placed a Metcloak on Amadi. “Cold?” Amadi nodded. “It’s a result of the sickness. His touch bought a sickness but not that of Hell Fever.” “Aren’t we going on a journey? A quest?” “Yes. We leave within the hour. For now, rest and be easy.” Amadi nodded. “Yes, Odis.” Page | 63
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE MOTHER NATURE “And the Chalice of the Deep I have created with the aide of the slumbering Kemthem, so that one may find all in one and become like me, master of the Sacred Name and command their destiny.”
Jehovah Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Gaian Heart Chamber
Vlura and Dejara materialized within a massive stone chamber, lit by filaments of pale green light that arced about the room. Within the center of the chamber was a shimmering, emerald, crystal like structure. A feminine, gentle, yet terrific voice emanated from the twinkling center. “Vlura Dialla, mother of the Eldruden. I am honored to meet you. And Dejara, friend of the Eldruden…I am honored to meet you.” Vlura smiled and Dejara smiled. Gaia studied the two humans before her, probing their powers. “Why have you two come here?” “We come for information regarding the Chalice of the Deep.” Vlura said. “Ah…the Chalice of the Deep.” Gaia said. “I will help you, if you help me.” Dejara nodded. “We will help if we can. What troubles you spirit of the Earth?” “Lailoth, the Brood Queen, grows within me. She has already consumed a seventh of the Earth and continues to amass an army of Demons to storm Zhov and the Prototechnology center.” “They are after the Protomos Cell.” Vlura said. “Yes.” Gaia said. “Yes, they are. If you help me destroy the next location where Lailoth plans to grow, I will tell you where the Chalice is.” Dejara sighed and turned to face Vlura. “ Vlura, We don’t have time for this.” Vlura nodded. “It’s our only option.” Dejara scowled. “Tell her why we need it. Maybe she w ill be willing to tell us without assisting her.” Vlura nodded to Dejara and explained to Gaia the reason why the Chalice was needed. Page | 64
“Then your assistance I do not need. In light of your tribulation, tribulation, I will tell you that the Chalice Chalice of the Deep resides within within the womb of of The Deep.” Deep.” Vlura nodded quickly quickly,, whilst gripping Dejara’s hand. “Thank you Gaia. After we find find it, we will return to help help you fight Lailoth. Lailoth. I promise. promise.” Vlura and Dejara vanished with a flash of light.
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CHAPTER THIRTY PREPARATIONS FOR A QUEST “And so it shall come to pass that I will be one yet walk with many feet a s a servant of mine own doctrine, doctrine, which is Tr Truth.” Jehovah Jeho vah Personal Thoughts
Eldruden Earth Thoria Healing Chamber
Amadi napped upon a bed of Metcloaks near a dying Sunstone. Ra’golesh Vorra and Acolyte Odis stood several feet away, both entranced in deep thought. Odis sighed. “It’ “It’ss been hours and yet I still have not heard from her from the afterlife. afterlife.”” The Ra’golesh nodded, a tear streaking down his wrinkled cheek. “She is a Geist now. now. Maybe Vlura is speaking with her now.” now.” “Perhaps.” Amadi began to stir, stir, tossing and turning. turning. Odis looked back at the Godchild. “His arm will heal while he sleeps. When he awakens awakens,, we’ll head to Worker Central and rendezvou rendezvouss with our escorts there. there.”” Vorra V orra nodded. “Sounds like like a plan. I will create a golem around the X43 Transport.” T ransport.” “Golem?” “I will encase the X43 in a layer of Metanatanium.” “You “Y ou will need Maidin? No?” Vorra V orra smiled. “No “No.. I have ascended into a level of power where anything around me can become Maidin.” The Haven shook violently…the entirety of it…sending dust motes and chips of stone from the walls and ceilings. ceilings. Ra’golesh Vorra Vorra looked around quizzically. Odis smiled. “No need for alarm. That’ That’ss the most amount of damage a Haven can sustain. We are safe within.” Amadi’ss eyes blinked open. “Odis? Vorra?” Amadi’ Both Vorra Vorra and Odis ran over over to Amadi’s Amadi’s side. “Godchild! You live!” live!” Amadi smiled. “Yes.” Vorra V orra gently touched Amadi’s Amadi’s right arm. “Y “Your our arm? Healed?” Amadi nodded. “Y “Yes. es.”” Page | 66
Odis and Vorra smiled. Amadi slowly rose rose from the Metcloak bed. Odis eagerly asked: asked: “Amadi, any dream of Mayla?” Amadi shook his his head. “No…I’m sorry…no.” sorry…no.” Odis nodded sadly. Ra’golesh Ra’go lesh Vorra Vorra looked at Odis sadly. “As an Acolyte, can’t you talk to her telepathically?” Odis nodded. “I tried. No response. response. I can’t can’t even sense her mind anymore.” “She’s in the Afterlife.” Amadi said. Odis looked at Amadi, saddened saddened for the lack lack of truth of the words the Godchild had spoken. “Amadi, w ith ith the Angels dead and you now in the form of this young boy…Mayla boy…Mayla is in tremendous danger.” danger.” Ra’golesh Ra’go lesh Vorra nodded. “Indeed.” Odis lifted the Sunstone near the makeshift Metcloak bed telekinetically. It slowly drifted over to him. “Before the Ange l Wars, an Angel would guide a righteous soul to Siliria, through the Ilsilium.” Amadi nodded. “And now?” Odis frowned. “Now the soul is lost.” Amadi stood. “W “Wee are leaving now now,, yes?” Odis nodded nodded whilst reaching for a Gearbag Gearbag.. He then guided the Sunstone into the bag. bag. “T “Take ake this bag Amadi, Amadi, it has a weeks weeks worth of Rations Rations,, a Sunstone and some comics from the twenty second century centur y.” Amadi looked looked up at Odis strangely. strangely. “Comics?” Odis smiled. “I’ll show you when we have the time. Let’s go. Follow me.”
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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DEMON PILOT “The END is COME NOW for COME ALL!”
Zhov Citizen Personal Thoughts Eldruden Earth Zhov Worker Central Outer Lock
A small, ruined building set between two sky scraper hulks, Worker Central was the place to go if one needed some type of employment within the city of Zhov. Working within the mines beneath the city, working in one of the various Krieger Arms factories and working for the 2SE were but some of the few jobs one could find easily. However, it was now the rendezvous site Odis had chosen with his dealings with the Imperial Artomes. A sleek, black X43 Transport descended from the snowy, blackened skies of Eldruden Earth, onto the craterous, cracked concrete of the streets of Zhov. Two Legionnaires, outside the X43, aided the pilots, indicating an area of the wrecked street which was free of ruined cars, and other debris. One Legionnaire turned to scan the surrounding environs as a threat warning sounded off with a chime in the Heads Up Display of his Powered Armor. “We’ve got Demons!” “Where at!?” One of the other Legionnaires screamed whilst quickly turning to face the source of the potential threat that registered in the HUD of his Power Armor. The X43 opened and the pilot emerged from the confines of the vehicle. Seconds later he was shredded into pieces by the talons of a darken fiend. Both legionnaires unleashed a reign of Vodriator fire at the monstrosity.
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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO THE WOMB OF EVIL “Let there be light!”
Jehovah First Spoken Words Siliria Chamos Gate
Vlura and Dejara materialized within the Chamos Gate Chamber, which was a monolithic room where stood the Chamos Gate, a massive structure of green stone which entranced one into The Deep, a Phaejara that little knew or understood much of, save Vlura, to a certain degree. Vlura walked over to the large block of stone and ran her hands across the smooth, polished surface. “This gate will take us into the womb of the Deep.” “The Deep?” Dejara asked. “What is the Deep?” “There are others like Jehovah. Others like The Master God. Others like Jehovah.” Dejara nodded. “The Deep. It is one like Jehovah?” “Yes. Cha Qadon!” The stone block began to tremble subtly and shimmer with emerald light. “It’s open!” A slimy, thick green tentacle emerged from beneath the darkness of the Chamos Gate. It wrapped its puss like flesh around Vlura and began to draw her in. Dejara ran over to Vlura but was then quickly cast back by another tentacle that emerged from the Gate. Vlura slowly began to dematerialize. “I am a Geist and this thing is material. You are the one in real danger! Get back!” Dejara jumped back adeptly as another tentacle emerged and tried to snare her. Vlura became translucent and barely visible as she slipped free from the grasp of the tentacle. Three more tentacles emerged from the gate, snapping at anything that might be, wildly and maniacally. Vlura sighed as she grabbed Dejara and dragged her to the back of the chamber. “So, battle awaits us!” Dejara unleashed a bolt of deadening energy at the tentacles. They all exploded w ith gory violence. “Whatever is on the other side is certainly menacing.” “Cast your magick fire through the Chamos Gate!” Page | 69
“Yes!” Dejara cast dozens of bolts of damaging energy through the Gate. A piercing, gurgling cry echoed from the Gate, followed by a dying hiss. “I think that’s it. It sounds dead.” “More castings! Make sure its dead!” “Yes!” More streaks of magical energy blasted into and through the gate. But, there was naught but silence. “It’s dead! Let’s go through!” Vlura and Dejara quietly and slowly walked over, into and through the Chamos Gate.
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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE FLIGHT OF THE DAMNED “Make me an Angel, oh LORD!”
Odis First Prayer Eldruden Earth Worker Central Alley
Thick clouds of pale green smoke, the usual by-product of intense Vodriator fire, wafted throughout the Worker Central alley. A lone Human male, clad in Havoc Power Armor, the Darken Fiend that had murdered the Legionnaires minutes ago, stood near the X43 transport. Around the disguised demon, the Legionnaires twitched in their death throes. Within the misty darkness, a sewer manhole slowly slid open. Odis, followed by Amadi and then Ra’golesh Vorra emerged into the snow laden streets of Zhov. The Darken Fiend disguised as a Human Legionnaire Pilot grinned as the three righteous travelers approached. “Odis, yes?” Odis nodded as he tightened the 3 layers of Metcloaks around his frail, old frame. “Yes. This is my dear friend Ra’golesh Vorra and Amadi.” The Pilot nodded whilst motioning to the X43. “Enter here.” Odis nodded. “Yes, I am familiar with X43’s.” The tree travelers entered the X43. Inside were dozens of boxes of rations, 3 Sunstones, a crate of ECe’s, 3 Vodriators, dozens of Metcloaks. Odis smiled. “The Artomes has done well. A fine contact.” The Pilot walked up behind Odis. “Coordinates? I am to take you to your coordinates and back. Coordinates?” Odis handed the Pilot a small data disk. “Coordinates are on the only file on this disk.” Ra’golesh Vorra sud denly perceived the dead Legionnaires outside the transport. “What happened?” He pointed at the corpses. “Is that our escort?” The pilot nodded. “I had some trouble earlier. Demons.” Vorra nodded. “Ah.” The Ra’golesh formed his hands into a sacred mudra. “Chamakah Golan.” A thin layer of Metanatanium ripped from the walls of the buildings near the X43 and morphed around the transport. Sacred symbols were then etched onto the transport with Kavashem by the will of the Ra’golesh. The pilot grimaced as the symbols began to radiate righteous light. Odis, Amadi and the Ra’golesh sat down upon the wall -chairs within the Page | 71
transport’s bay hold. The Pilot entered the cockpit, sealed the bay hold and grinned. The X43 lifted into the miserable skies of Eldruden Earth and began its trip towards the southern Chatorak Wastes. The Pilot knew of a place that would be perfect for Amadi…the Slave Lands.
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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR THE WOMB OF EVIL “And The Deep forged beings of its o wn. Weaved and wrought of terror incarnate, The Deep is.” Jehovah Part of a Historic Lesson
The Deep Womb
Darkness, the epitome of it, engulfed Dejara and Vlura as they floated in a void of seeming nothingness. Then, following a twinkle of light, appeared a Chalice wrought of green marble, within arms reach. It was filled with a Green, light like fluid which seemed to radiate a peaceful heat and, oddly, a sense of victory. Vlura smiled. We will become like Kemthem. Like our husband…Jehovah. We will become like Kemthem.
Dejara reached for the Chalice, bought it to her lips and drank. Vlura then took a sip of the sweet, delicious fluid. From afar, Ba’aliem observed the change in the various, possible futures. So it is that two is the number of what a fool would do.
Dejara and Vlura suddenly found themselves within the Silirian Fields, bought their by their own force of will. Tears swept across Vlura and Dejara’s face. They could now see, with the minds eye, all the torture that their girlfriends were enduring at the hands of Ba’aliem. Dejara wiped tears from her face. “I feel little difference but that I see them.” Vlura nodded. “Our growth will take time. However, look at the Sacred Name.” “We are invincible now!” Vlura nodded. “Yes…yes we are.” A voluptuous, black woman in a violet gown, eyes veiled, materialized within the white temple Vlura and Dejara sat within. Kunkathaos. Kunkathaos smiled. “I will help you.” Vlura looked at Kunkathaos menacingly. “Help? You could have helped by preventing this during the Age of the War of the Kemthem.” Kunkathaos nodded. “My brother Ba’aliem loves me…he would do anything for me. He will free Jehovah’s wives.” Page | 73
Vlura looked at the Sacred Name for Truth and was pleased to find it. “What is your plan?” Kunkathaos smiled more deeply. “You let me in.” Dejara looked at Kunkathaos quizzically. “In?” Kunkathaos licked her lips. “In the Harem!” Vlura growled. “What is your plan?” Kunkathaos laughed, a subtle cackle. “Vurdor…that is where they are…BUT…”
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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE PREPARATIONS FOR CAPTURE “And the Slave Lands are a remake of a time of old, when the Wicked Kabbalah Masters weld the power of the Etz Chayyim to enslave their Black brethren.” Jehovah Part of a Historic Lesson
Eldruden Earth Slave Lands Master Smiths Plantation
Master Smith, a tall, lean old man of pure white ancestry, sat cozy within his resting chair, within his plush living room, near a hearty fire that crackled with life and blazed with heat. So much more natural than a Sunstone. Smith held within his hand a small black book and pulled gently on a pipe full of Graj. Is that you, Gordozah? Gordozah entered Master Smith’s study, noting the hundreds of books
on metaphysics and mysticism stacked in piles about the room. Outside, Master Smith’s son whipped a young black girl maniacally. Gordozah grinned, finding the pleas for God the girl wailed amusing…and pleasant to hear. Gordozah looked down at Master Smith. “James, everything I have planned is coming to pass. An X43 with Amadi is on its way here. Have you prepared yourself for the battle?” Master Smith laughed, whilst dropping the pipe in a high stupor. “What could go wrong? The Master God defeated that Negra a long time ago.” Smith picked up the pipe. “Everything is ready.” Gordozah growled. “Do you remember the plan?” “Yes. Yes.” Master Smith said confidently. “The Darken Fiend masquerading around as a Legionnaire will crash the X43 containing our captives into the pit. Immediately, my team will open fire on the X43. Amadi will be protected by you, we want him alive, but will be knocked unconscious during the attack. Once the golem creator is killed and the Acolyte broken, we move in on the X43 and acquire our prize.” Gordozah grinned. “Excellent! I was worried that too much Graj would catalyze a slacker.” “No, prince. Grajj actually helps me think…think clearly. This Ra’golesh…is his name Vorra?” Gordozah nodded. “Yes, yes it is. What do you know of him?” Smith smiled. “It will do good to see him again, however brief.” Page | 75
Gordozah grinned, whilst gleaning the Sacred Name to discover knowledge of Smith’s relationship with Vorra. “So, you studied with him years ago, during the end of the Angel Wars. W hat did you learn, if anything?” “Fabricating Golems is not for me. That I quickly learned. I found Vorra to be obstinate and ridiculous. But…he is powerful.” “Indeed. Prepare yourself well. He has attained to a higher power of constructing Golems. Where it takes a beginner Ra’golesh seven days to create a Golem, Vorra can do it within seconds and use any material as Maidin.” Master Smith nodded. “Yes. I had anticipated his power was far greater than when I was a youth. For this reason, I have ordered close to seven hundred men to prepare the ambush at the pit.” “Very good. I had perceived this possible future before it came to pass.” “Is that why you came?” “One reason. There is another. The girl screaming outside, being whipped. I need her.” “She’s my boy’s toy. A good Negra for him.” Gordozah pressed a strong arm on Master Smiths shoulder. “No. I need her.” “Understood.” Master Smith nodded, stood and shouted: “Sean?” The whipping came to a sudden end. “Yeah, Pa?” “Come here now boy, now. Bring that Negra girl with you.” “Which one? The corpse or the one at the post?” Master Smith chuckled. “The one at the post. Come, boy .” A scrawny, dusty blonde haired ten year old ran into the study, his hand clenched around the bony fist of a naked, shivering black girl coated in blood. “Here, pa!” Master Smith’s son threw the girl to the floor. “What you have of her?” Gordozah looked down at the girl, grinning. “Go to the pit, Smith. Amadi will be here within the hour. And you, Shanna, are coming with me.” Gordozah and Shanna vanished with a flash of light.
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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX TO DETERMINE FAITH “What are those thoughts of pleasure? There should be pain!”
Madhiem Personal Thoughts Siliria Silirian Fields
Madhiem slowly stood, whilst cradling the wounds Dejara had inflicted on his chest. My first fight in the form of a Demon…a Darken Fiend Demon…and I was defeated. “You did not follow instructions.” Kunkathaos said, suddenly materializing near the Grand Prafec tae. “That is why I enhanced the power of her blasts.” “My…apologies.” “Apologies are for losers!” Kunkathaos snapped. “And we are not of them!” Madhiem recoiled. “Yes.” “She is not one of us, however.” Madhiem grinned, remembering what Gordozah had said. “So she-“ “No!” Kunkathaos hissed. “She is Kemthem now. You cannot have
her Madhiem. She is now more powerful than you by a measure you cannot fathom. She is now…like me.” Madhiem nodded silently. “Go to Eldruden Earth. Go to the Slave Lands. Better yet, I will send you there. Help them recapture Amadi.” Madhiem vanished.
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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN EN ROUTE Eldruden Earth Southern Chatorak Wastes X43 Interior Ra’golesh Vorra, seated, produced a small, palm sized, green medallion from the inner folds of his robes. He smiled as he gazed at it. Amadi looked at Vorra quizzically. “What is that?” Vorra looked at the medallion sadly, as his eyes glistened with tears. “Maybe this will work.” Amadi reached for the medallion. “What is it?” Vorra sighed whilst placing the medallion in the Godchild’s hands. “It was given to me when I was a child, by my sister.” Odis looked at Vorra surprisingly, as the mention of his late wife’s name disrupted his meditation. “What?” Vorra looked at Odis and smiled. “It may help.” Odis looked at Vorra, alarmed. “Help with what?” Vorra smiled. “When I was a boy, she gave me this and told me should she ever die, I would be capable of speaking to her through this medallion.” Odis beamed. “How? Why didn’t she make one for me?” Vorra shrugged. “I’m not sure. She was young when she made it, it was her first magic item.” Odis nodded, staring at the medallion. “How do we use it?” Amadi handed the medallion to Odis. Odis studied the medallion. It was etched with pentacles and hexagrams on each side and various words in the ancient earth language, Hebrew. “Mayla!” Odis said desperately. “Can you hear me?” Amadi, Odis and Vorra waited seven minutes for a response. Suddenly, the voice of Mayla, distant, and with an echo, was heard. “Odis…my love.” Odis broke into tears. “Y ou live! You are not in Hell?” Mayla’s voice seemed to smile warmly. “No, my love. I evaded the Demons when I died. I am within you…within you now.” Odis sighed, relieved, eyes welling with tears. “Within?” “I am within your mind…it is safest here.” Mayla said. Vorra wiped a tear from his cheek. “The pain of the Vodriators is gone sister?” “Yes, brother. I admit, the pain was unbearable. But it is over…like it never happened.” Page | 78
