Pardon me but the last week, I have been bashing the keyboard and done up two tales ( one crispy done and one almost ). I just did not want to stop and kept on typing. I was also busy with works despite the so called holiday mood then but the office needed someone to be manned. And the works just kept on coming in. So in between that and instead of looking downwards ( and wondering does that need any DIY ) I was busy creating tales.
I also got the latest gem of my collection; THE TRIGAN EMPIRE. I used to read that in the LOOK & LEARN mags in the 70's ( okay, I did LOOK & LEARN real stuff then. I could not afford the collection of ENCYCLOPEDIA but my barber has these past issues to read on while he slaps my head to move right and left. And finally, I got the pieces all in one download.
And a new tale came to my mind. Radical! I been trying to figure out the opening scenes of it for over four decades and now I got it done. I read recently they are making a new Movie or Series on it. It may rival STAR WARS ( considering the latest .... I hold my comments. )
And I watched STRIKE BACK Season 7 ( 10 episodes ) in two days straight, better than I did with three episodes of AFTER PORN Ends on Netflix ( I did watch it thrice. It's like 'was that her I saw before then?'. So frig me, I am just looking into the past. Those days, you don't look at faces, you are fixed on the action. I give you a piece of advice. DON'T looked at the mirror after that. You will be surprised how much you aged in you. Now you know why its called AFTER PORN Ends.
Okay, back to the tales.
DEEP HEAT II done ( the wrap to the whole saga ), and a new tale on Arthur with a twist done for the First Book. It won't be the Arthus you think you know. I will fine brush the contents and published it soon.
Meanwhile. it's to the YEAR END and we are into the NEW YEAR. So, its BYE for now and see you in 2020.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
Monday, December 30, 2019
Legion Resurrected Chapter 11
11.
Lucifer.
Charlie rolled over on the bed to face the one she may have loved then.
He was her beau and a gentleman complete with the mannerism. He had rescued her
from the bar and then courted her on some dates but never pushing or demand
anything from her. It took them a month before she could pull him to the bed,
and he was a marvel at the action. She had prayed that it was really her
relationship and then onto their third week, she decided to probe more into his
life.
“I am the Devil in disguise,” Stan whispered to her. “Don’t tell anyone.
I may be hunted by them.”
Charlie laughed at the joke made by her love. Beneath the clothes, he
was a slimmer man with the chest hair that trailed to his groin and the muscles
that were hard and strong yet tender on her. He had streaks of redness on his
body but when asked, he dismissed it as old bruises that yet to be healed.
“I was mugged and left for dead.” Stan was good at getting into
Charlie’s charitable contributions. “Well, I survived.”
They did survive on love and fresh air with the occasional dine out when
Stan gets his weekly cheques as the executive for the insurance firm. He joked
about it that he was the one processing the pay-outs for the deceased. She was
then working at the book store as the assistant and only saw Stan on alternate
days. Unknown to her, he was a busy person. Stan gave her a red stone on a
necklace. He told her to safeguard it well.
“It’s a gift worthy of the Goddess I am with,” Stan told her. “You will
find it handy one day.”
“To pawn off when I need money,” Charlie replied.
“Yes, it may work then. But till then, preserve it.” Stan told her. If
only she knew its value to her. Stan soon left her and looked for his own
hordes of followers.
“I hope you have more information for me, Baal.” Lucifer greeted the
other who was like lurking in the dark and avoiding the main traffic of Man.
Baal was wearing the great overcoat that reached below his knees and with his
bent back, the figure looked like a skunk on the walk.
“It’s not much but I heard the brothers and sisters are mostly in
hiding,” Baal replied. “The enemy is not the Seraph Warrior but a different
race of beings. The words I heard are they precede us at the creation point.
They have lain low for centuries and of late, resurfaced for the annihilation
of the world. It’s the Second Coming.”
Lucifer grabbed Baal by the throat and pulled him upright. The bent
spine of Baal forced to its new position created with the sound of pain. Baal
cursed out in pain, but he will not retaliate against his senior brother then.
“I speak what the others had whispered.” Baal was an outspoken one and
event to the Mighty Supreme, he cared not to hold his tongue.
“Speak not of the Second Coming ever. I warned you.” Lucifer lost his
composure and stared at Baal. “If there was, I will be the one to tell you.”
The Second Coming was the new prophecy of the Dimension when the
so-named Gods and Angels will have clashed. It will be a war when mankind will
once again be the sacrificial lambs for, they held no defense against the two
warring sides. A new Messiah will be created.
“Interesting for we are to protect mankind in this dimension once more.”
Lucifer sighed. “I wondered why they surface now. How are the others?”
“They have gone into hiding. Belith is slowly recovering from the wounds
but the ability to see has not augured well.” Lucifer recalled Belith was one
of the leaders appointed by him to lead the Fallen Ones. He was a fine warrior
and wield a hammer that was half his height. He was the one who told the others
after making his escape from the attack that nearly terminated his existence.
He was rescued by Baal and then told of the attacker that he could not make out
in the dark.
“It was huge and the attacks were fast. I could not defend myself in
time. It was not a Seraph Warrior. It was something else.” Belith had mumbled
out to Baal. That message was sent out and then reached Lucifer’s ears. The
Fallen One's fight has been with Seraph Warriors since the War. The Second
Coming will be different.
Lucifer called for a meeting of the leaders and the name was whispered
then in the mind.
“The Celestial.”
Survivals
Lucifer leaned over and looked at Charlie. The later was not willing to
hold the child birthed by her. He stooped on his knees.
“Hello, Charlie.” Lucifer greeted the lady. Charlie turned her face
away. She was still upset at the man who had left her with the child and went
missing. She had struggled with her job and later quit to find another to lean
on. She found herself with the bulging tummy solace with a lunatic who thinks
he was the father. She went with the parody until one day, he told him he had
robbed the bank. He produced the wads of notes covered partially with blood.
She had not believed him for she had seen on the tele set the news of a robbery
and murder of the convenience store, and her lover's face was caught on the
camera. He grabbed her and they drove off in the twilight to the desert. It was
she ended up in the Diner.
“It’s our baby,” Lucifer told Charlie then. “She …”
“She is not mine. You are not mine. You are… a fraud.” Charlie was
confused then. She had given birth on the floor of the Diner, having seen a
firefight that will last forever in her mind, and above all, those that were
killed do not look like humans. She wished she could wake up from that
nightmare.
“Bob, those out there are fighting….” Jeep called out. Michael turned to
look and saw the minions without their leader were fighting among themselves.
He walked out there and fired a long burst from his rifle at the minions. He
brought down half a dozen of them before they stopped to look at Michael.
“I am your new master now. Leave this place and wait for my command.
Form a perimeter a few miles out. Protect the Diner.” The minions hesitated and
stood there unsure of the next move but Michael sounded out his next command.
“Leave now or die.” The minions begin to leave and then the cars started
blowing exhausts.
Kyle lowered the rifle but he kept his scrutiny there. He was in the
Army, and one of the instructions he was told to remember; there will be a lull
in a battle, so don’t let your guard down. He was not going to then. He lined
up the rifles with spaces in-between spaces and left some spare ammo there. He
then looked at the set of five grenades he held in his left hand. The grenades
were stacked inside the netting bag. It was then he saw the minions
withdrawing. They drove the cars and while leaving there were several dents
created then but soon the road was cleared cars.
It was once the quiet stretch of the road with the lonesome diner.
Lonesome was the regular word there.
“Charlie, it’s me. Stan. You ought to know me. We spend some time
together.” Lucifer was talking to the silent lady still seated there with the
blanket and still sullen in her expression. The baby was left on the table
wrapped in the kitchen towels; clean ones from Percy’s cupboard. The baby
began to cry for its feed.
“What now?” Lucifer heard the noise of shooting and the explosions. It
was further down the road. Bob ran to the doorway and looked out. He saw the
noise was further down towards Las Vegas. He saw more cars zooming by the Diner
and towards the noise. Kyle then dropped the bags and climbed down. He had the
netting of grenades around his neck.
“Heck! I saw the shooting out there. It’s heavy firepower there. I think
the enforcements are there.” Kyle voiced and then saw the baby.
“Is that the baby?” Kyle stepped forth to look at the baby and was
stopped by Lucifer.
“She is mine and you can’t touch her.” Lucifer motioned to the cross
that was the pendant on the iron chain around Kyle’s neck. It was partially hidden
by the grenades. “You are …”
“Christ! Are you the …?” Kyle backed off and then grabbed a rifle to aim
at Lucifer. “I ought to kill you.”
Kyle then turned to Percy and Bob.
“Are you disbelievers too? This dude here is the Devil.” Kyle looked at
the other two. And then at Charlie and Michael.
“Can’t you see the horns on his forehead?”
“No, Kyle. They can’t hear you. I have isolated us from them. Only you
and I are here.” Lucifer told the other. Kyle looked around and saw he was in
the Diner but there was no one else around. Not even Michael. He could,
however, see the baby there cooing on the table.
“You are a true believer of the faith. You saw me through the disguise
here. However, I am not your enemy. I am the Devil by name but I am here to
protect all of you. For my baby’s sake.” Lucifer told Kyle. “Focus on the real
enemy and lower the rifle.”
“I won’t be tempted by the Devil. I am sure of my faith. And believes.”
Kyle hit back. “You will die.”
“Then shoot me but I can’t be hurt,” Lucifer replied. “Not by you
anyway. Don’t force my hand on the matter. I need you to assist me. Do it not
for me but for the baby. Its innocence is your belief now. I need your balance
on the matter.”
“I ….” Kyle found himself lowering the rifle. It was then the voice of
Bob resonated in the Diner.
“Kyle… What is happening? One second you were to shoot at the other and
the next you lowered the rifle.” Bob shook his head and then reached for the
cigarette in the pocket. “I need a smoke.”
Michael stepped in and called out the orders.
“We need to leave.” Michael looked to Jeep. “Can you secure the
vehicles?”
“There is the truck I drive and the other two cars outside.” Jeep
replied. It was then Charlie stood up and walked to the rear of the Diner.
“I am not leaving. I am going to take a shower. And take the baby with you.” Charlie moved to the rear doorway that was still blocked by the fridge. She tried to move it but it won’t budge.
“Bob, move the fridge,” Charlie called out in anger. “Or I will …”
It was the same mode as with the Major who was leading the detachment
of a hundred soldiers armed with heavy firepower They were driven from the
desert area where the Command Centre was located in a convoy of armored and
troops truck. During the ride to the Diner, the Major witnessed the blazing
horizon where Las Vegas was located. He was not displaying any emotional
expression to the events there. He was another Seraph The warrior who had laid
low while hunting the Fallen Ones. The recent task was more intriguing. He was
to capture or die trying the new prophet to the people.
“Major, the scouts reported of …” The Major had received his own intel
on the minions on the road. The Seraph Warriors have their communication setup
and the warrior among the scouts had telepathically told him.
“Armed the cannons and cleared us apart towards the Diner.” The armored
trucks were armed with the M1165A1 with the 12.7mm gun was a mini tank by
design. There were six of these designs running fore for the convoy. The trucks
lined up in a row on the desert range and soon hit the road covering both
lanes. The guns opened up when they approached the new barricades by the
minions. The bullets rip the cars in the frame and the minions. The minions
were not that easy to defeat then and had leaped onto the passing armored
trucks. The minions latched on the sides of the trucks with their talons and
then climbed over the top. The exposed gun turret was attacked and the gunner
pulled out of the truck before the minions jumped inside the armored truck.
The Major in the lead truck aimed his Browning at the minions. He was
unable to control the minions’ minds and had to fight his way out. The truck
driver was attacked and the truck swerved to the right before landing on its
side. The Major moved to climb out but he was blind to the moving second truck
that slammed into the undercarriage of the tilted truck. The truck that was
impacted rolled for some distance before it landed on its left side. The Major
was then wounded but the Seraph Warrior was still able to crawl out. The Major
was bloodied on the uniform then called out to the convoy to battle the minions.
Troops on the order of their officers rushed out and faced the minions in
battle.
Then darkness prevailed over the skies; dark overcast that held thick
layers with the sight at below three feet. The overcast was then speared by the
narrow light and a figure was seen descending there. It descended among the
armored trucks and minions, and within seconds, the armored trucks were tossed
and hitting the other trucks or minions. It was mayhem then.
“What the…” The Major rushed towards the figure and saw the identity.
“I am Gabriel and this is Excalibur.” The blade sliced the Major’s head
off from the body.
Legion Resurrected Chapter 10
10.
Lucifer
Charlie sat by herself at the far
corner, dressed in the slutty red dress and the stilettos that matched her mood
then. She was upset having waited for over an hour at the sleazy bar. She knew
the score than’ she was stood up not once but several times in her life. If was
not that she was ugly or gruesome in her looks, it was just the company she
had. She was one screw up lady who arrived in Las Vegas for a good career and
possibly a husband. She had dreamt of a family with a carload of kids. She was
to be a soccer mom but ended up in her first week sharing the bed with another
lady and their lover. His name was Oscar something, and he was a pimp. She was
soon to know it when he threw her the street. She survived that ordeal for
three weeks before she found a protector and lover. Since then, she had been a
shop assistant to the manageress of the café, but nothing stayed permanent and
nor were her lovers.
“You alone?” Charlie looked up and saw
the man in the dark shirt that stretched across his chest with the blazing
words; I will fuck your mother 2. It was a brazen message for a pick-up but she
was pissed then. She nodded and the man sat down next to her. He was not a man
of finesse or was its patience, his hands went up to her dress.
“Stop it!” Charlie slapped the man
across the face. It angered the other and before he could react, she had her
right knuckles into his groin. He keeled over and she slammed the beer glass
into his nose. She then got up and was to leave when the grunted man called
out. His mates came to his aid.
Five of them; all huge either in the
chest or the belly fold. They approached Charlie.
“We hope you can handle all six of us,
gal. We are insatiable.” One of the five men voiced out the threat. Charlie
knew she was outnumbered and above in for a bad time. She turned to look for
any brave men there but the braver ones were at the wall or out of the doorway.
“The lady is mine. So, back off.” The
figure in the light blue suit had his fedora in his left hand spoke to the five
men. He was slim in his frame but his height was tall, and he had on those
fancy double shade shoes on. He was seated on the table next to Charlie’s.
“Hey, mister. You are either stupid or
be prepared to die.” The one who spoke to Charlie snapped back. “We aren’t
leaving here alive tonight.”
“Too bad. I was wondering if Hell was
suitable for you and your friends. I guess I was right.” The man with the
fedora placed the hat on the table and then stood up. He took off his jacket
and revealed the white shirt.
“Anyone knows how to fight dirty?” The
man who challenged the five asked.
“I know Krav Maga.” The spokesman spoke.
“But for you, I will use only my left fist.”
The fight began with the left fist swung
at the slim man but the other had his right arm up to blow the swing. The left
fist of the slim man went out towards the right armpit of the spokesman and
broke the joint there. The slim man did not stop there and moved his body
towards the injured man, and with his left hand, he formed a fist to slam into
the other’s guy's throat.
“That’s Krav Maga, guys.” The slim man
told the others when the spokesman of the group went down clutching his throat.
Two of the guys decided to retreat but the battle had just begun. Within
seconds and with a display of skills of kicks and punches, the other four were
left lying dying on the floor.
“Now that is a good workout and some
additions to Hell.” The victorious man then stepped back to his table to
retrieve the jacket and hat. He offered his right hand towards her.
“Stan Luke. Care to leave with me?” The
slim man asked Charlie.
Survivals
General Thomas Kinsey, the four stars’
commander of the army looked at the map that showed the central continent of
the country he was defending. He was dressed in the uniform that displayed his
influence. He has surrounded by a dozen other ranking officers and the
squabbling was annoying him. He stepped away from the huge table that was laid
with the map and then faced the dozen display screens that showed him nothing.
There was no power and they had to do with small fires of waste in the metal
baskets or battery-operated torch lights. The fire suppressant system was not
in service anymore. All the electronics and electrical were fried except the
mechanical system.
“When are we getting power back?”
General Kinsey called out. He was shorter in height but he made up for it
with the stout build that was fed by the military c-rations for over
thirty-five years. He was the youngest four stars General and probably its last
one then.
“Not yet, General. Our backups are all
fried too. We are trying to fix things.” The General heard the Major. He was
upset that the most advanced army was then redundant in facilities.
“Give me the last update before the
power shut down.” General Kinsey leaned back on the wall and looked to his
officers.
“General, we are as last advice four
hours ago. Half the continent is under fire, while the other parts are in
chaos. We have lost three-quarters of our army, all the branches. Two nuke
blast and millions of our citizens dead or missing.” The Lieutenant Colonel
replied. “That is only our confirmed reports. The unconfirmed ones are worse.
General, we are…”
“Doom, Lieutenant Colonel. Maybe you
ought to take a rest while we battle the war.” The four stars General told the
other. The Lieutenant Colonel knew it better not to argue and leave the Command
Centre. General Kinsey looked to the others.
“Once more please. Give me the updates.”
“We had reports from the other parts of
the world before the shutdown. It’s all about the same. We have somehow landed
into a state of chaos. Europe and Asia have almost two-third of their lands
destroyed by war. A dozen nukes were set off and a third of its populations may
have succumbed to the blasts.
The world was in chaos.
The world was ending soon its existence.
There will be no hope except how to learn about survival.
And that was the good news then.
The Seraph Warrior could return to Eden.
“General, we have reports of some
congregation of people about fifty miles from here at a Diner. They don’t seem
to be evacuating but staying there. A firefight was heard by the advanced
scouts.” The Lieutenant reported back. “They captured one of those who were
there. Here is a sketch of the capture.”
The General was handed the report with
the sketch. He could not make out the details but when he saw the sketch, he
knew what was there. After all, he was a part of the Seraph Warriors.
“Send a detachment there. I want the
Diner flattens and everyone there dead.” The General snapped the command out at
the Major who was dressed in army fatigue. He then turned to the panel of
senior officers.
“Anyone with good news?” The General
smiled.
The good news then was Lucifer was the
father of a young baby girl. He held the baby by its legs and shook the phlegm
out from her throat. The mother of the child was seated leaning on the wall.
She was covered with the table cloth waist below.
“It’s a girl.” Percy cradled the baby
after he severed the umbilical cord. “She is fine.”
“My daughter will be. I am here now.”
Lucifer looked at Charlie. “Hello, my dear. Sorry I was away too long.”
“You bastard, Oscar or Stan or whatever
you call yourself.” Charlie cussed at Lucifer. “I waited for you.”
“And you did but the call of the others
was too great to refuse. After all, I am their leader.” Lucifer replied. “It
was not easy but the foes of mine are many, and strong too.”
Lucifer then turned to Michael.
“Why did you protect her? She was
nothing to you. You even defied the Supreme for her. I am ever curious.”
Lucifer asked.
“I did it for the child. It was prophesied that the dimension will come to an end and only the child could save
it. Just as we did it the last time with the Chosen One.”
“But why defied the Supreme?” Lucifer
asked.
“How did you know I defied the Supreme?”
“I have my sources even at Eden. I was
banished and escape to lead the Fallen Ones. I did in stealth and hid them
when it's needed from the Seraph Warriors. It was not an easy task but I
prevailed. I roamed the dimension and even sacrificed some to save the others.
The ones I saved were some pardoned and resumed their existence in Eden.”
“You did not really answer my query.”
Michael asked him then again.
“You saw a new beginning. You
questioned it with the Supreme. Your queries were not replied.” Lucifer told
Michael. “You were HER trusted warrior and leader.”
Michael recalled the discussion he had
then. He was dismissed by the Supreme but he refused to leave. He stood there
in the Dimensional Hall where he could hold his audience with the Supreme. It
was not a hall but a dimensional void which will engulf Michael wherever he
was, and will himself floating or standing in the void of blackness and then
the Supreme will speak to him.
“Why questioned the works there? The
other dimension held no importance to you. Or am I wrong in my words?”
“No, Supreme. You are not wrong. My only
contact with that dimension was when I battled the Fallen Ones. I …”
“Did your task and even brought back the
leader. Lucifer was his name if I am not mistaken. I had him banished to Hell.
It was the dimension where he was more adapted to perform. An outcast to rule
the outcasts.”
“Why now the intervention …” Michael was
cut off.
“I did not intervene. It was an evitable ending and a new beginning.”
“A dimension culled by millions and the
survivals then hunted and culled. Was the last Great Flood not sufficient or
why not ….”
“Michael, do not ever question my
authority. I am still the one who can call the decisions. I did the Great
Flood to safe the dimension and even assisted in the creation of the Ark, to
save the needed.”
“You meant the desired.” Michael raised
his interpretation.
“Dismissed.” IT was a flick of a moment
but Michael was to stop that.
“The child…” Michael remained where he
was.
“How did you know of the child?”
“It was in the talks. Is it true?”
“Yes, and the child must die. You will
do it.”
“Why me?” Michael asked.
“Because if you don’t, will.”
“Michael, do you think she looked like
me?” Michael was taken out of his thoughts to the present. “She will be a
leader like me.”
“Wait, stop. The talks spoke of your
demise when she is born. Are you aware of that?” Michael asked.
“An inconvenience I believed but
a necessity. I am ever willing to go to Hell for her.”
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Legion Resurrected Chapter 9
9.
Michael
“We meet once again, Lucifer.” Michael greeted the lost brother of his and also the leader of the Fallen Ones. He found himself looking at the figure dressed in the casual wrap around to the waist and the loose pants with the laced sandals. The figure he had known as Lucifer was uniquely named when they met then before the Supreme.
“Lucifer, step forth to receive your
place among the brother and sisters of yours now.” Lucifer had then taken the
bold step forward in his toga that lined to his knees and the sandals. Lucifer
was a younger frame with the loose hair that reached down his spine. He was
different compared to the older look in Michael.
“You were once named Satan for your
devilish behavior. Now you …”
“I am not the character you blamed me
on. I was named Satan for that was my given name. I was born and raised in the
dark world of Hell, among the miscreants and the renegades. It was not a
perfect place or domain but it was mind-blowing to learn all the arts and
skills there.”
“Devilish is my term.” It was the voice
of the Supreme heard but never seen the image. “I have decided to give you a
second term to your existence. You will be sent to another dimension and there
you will be named Lucifer.”
“And hide those horns. They are hideous
to your look.” Lucifer reached for the protruding horns. He had removed them
moments before, but like what they said below; not worth the hide if it’s not
to be displayed.
“Now meet your brethren here for the
last time before you are to be banished.” Lucifer was introduced to the others
and when he reached Michael, he stopped to look harder.
“Michael? I thought you looked like ….”
“Adam? Yes, I was. I am done with my
past misgivings.” Michael replied. “The influences of the serpent were ….”
“Influencing? I met some of them. They
are.” Lucifer smiled. “You should see them in their raw form. Oh! You did.”
Michael felt himself blushing. It was
some time ago, and the events were simpler. Now like when he met Lucifer for
the second time.
“Are you here to bring me back and then
send me to the dark world?” Lucifer asked. “Just when I was getting comfortable
here.”
“Yes, I am,” Michael replied. It took
him some time to defeat the younger foe. Lucifer was armed with the weapon
taken by him from the Supreme Armoury. The trident with the power of the hellraiser flame was a weapon that was ranked along Excalibur, the Horn among
others. Michael finally defeat the other with his tactical skills. He had
Lucifer held by the neck with his left hand and the blade poised at the throat.
“Yield?”
The Diner
“It’s about time you surfaced.” Turion
hollered out in pain while holding his wounded arm. He saw Michael tossed what
was the remaining part of his arm. It was removed at below his right elbow.
“Hey, that’s my arm.” Turion cried out.
“I could fix that back.”
“Not necessary.” The discarded arm went
up in reddish flames. It came from the right of Turion. It was from a trident
with the two spikes instead of three that was the normal design. It was held by
the figure in a smart three pieces’ suit and the fedora covered part of his
face with the long hair blowing to the rear.
“Fedora with the long hair? Surely, you
could improve on your look since we last met.” Michael greeted the old foe.
“How long have we missed each other?”
“Since when? Oh, you meant the last battle.
I think some many more too great to remember in numbers but I felt as if we
just met yesterday.” Lucifer laughed. “I was in that place they named Hell.
Hell, they named it and rename Eden to Heaven. It was a blast.”
“You were banished.” Michael cut in.
“You were…”
“Imprisoned was the term but they prefer
to say I was to rule there. Heck! I was ruling here and then you came down with
an army to usurp me. I was defeated and then send to rule another but that was
the domain I was raised in. I had to dig every bit of my old self, and improved
on it for those crafty residents were better then.” Lucifer approached Michael.
“You…”
“I succeeded then. I became the Lord of
Hell and was worshiped by many. Unfortunately, I have an affinity for this
dimensional. I whizzed myself back at the first opportune moment.” Lucifer
smiled. “If you are to ask, how did I do that? I was allowed to return to Hell
on my own accord. I left some of my brethren here to cover for me, and
eventually give me access back here when I want to.”
“So, you never left,” Turion spoke up
“The rumors were right. You are Satan.”
“Hush, Brother Turion. There could be
someone listening. Oh, they had” Lucifer looked at gathered there and then at
the wounded warrior. “Sorry about the arm. You could grow one back. I know
that.”
Turion stood up and then smiled while
his arm grew back.
“Surprise, brother.” Turion stepped to
approach Lucifer.
“Surprise, brother. Goodbye and God’s
speed.” Lucifer aimed his trident at Turion. The reddish flame tore into
Turion’s chest and a huge hole appeared. The flame ate at the flesh and soon
all that remained was the limbs before it was engulfed by it. He then aimed at
Michael.
“Where is my kid?”
In the Diner, Charlie was cursing at
Percy who was performing his best as the midwife. He3 had done many life
savings procedures but that was in the war, with shells dropping nearby or
bullets whizzing above his head. He was sworn at with every profanity known to
the wounded and in multiple languages. The ones he had saved hardly even say
thank him to him. He did ask his commanding officer “what was a colored cook
doing saving lives?”
“Private, you don't kill any of us with
your cooking, so we reckon you could save more lives out there.” Percy never
accepted the explanation but the medics were outnumbered and he knew how to
bandage the wounds. He had good experience from his younger days running on the
street before the Pastor told him to do good at the Army. He took the advice
and ended up as a cook.
“If you can’t shoot well, learn to be a
cook.” Percy heeded his Sergeant words. Badly though he lost his arm in a
mishap at the kitchen when a bomb landed there. He was saved except for some
burns and a missing right hand. He continued cooking and his hook was useful to
drag the carcasses.
“Charlie, push harder.” Percy had
encouraged the waitress. Jeep had meanwhile restraint the other lady to the
iron leg table while Bob was getting impatient with the parlay outside. He saw
the arrival of the third figure with the trident.
“Heck!” Bob read his books and the
trident was not a good sign. He slung the rifle to the back and reached for the
RPG. He leveled it on his shoulder and aimed at the trio.
“Forgive, God. It was either them or
us.” Bob muttered the prayer but his finger stayed on the trigger. He then saw
the latest figure torched the other and it was his last restraint then. He
pulled the trigger but there was no whooshing missile.
“Darned!” Bob looked at the RPG. He had
seen those units failed in training but never in the battle. “I will be damned.”
Bob took down the RPG and removed the
faulty missile. He grabbed a fresh one and reloaded it. He then leveled it and
looked at the outside target. He found himself facing the trident held by the
figure that had fried the other.
“If I …” Bob was cut in by Lucifer.
“I would have melted the missile and you
with it. It will be an ugly amalgam of flesh and metal with other
abnormalities. You wouldn’t want to go to Hell that way.” Lucifer made his way
past the veteran soldier and stepped towards Percy. He was followed by Michael.
“He wants to see the lady. He claimed
to … be the father.” Michael told the others.
“Who is he?” Jeep asked.
“He is Lucifer. You may have known him as
Satan.” Michael replied.
“The Devil himself,” Bob muttered out.
“What are we? Sacrifices?”
Legion Resurrection Chapter 8
8.
Michael
Michael slashed out with the Excalibur
with the swing of his right arm. The extended blade on his gauntlet cut deep
into the Nephilim at the left thigh. The giant form was created by the Seraph
Warriors consummation with the local females. The mutation of their genes
created the race of giants that reached the heights of twice that of Man and
held greater strength in their body. The giants themselves then mated and borne
were the huge beings that exceeded their parents with a bigger frame. They would
have been accepted by the others except most of the Nephilim were deformed in
looks and were forced to be outcasts or slaves.
“No other race except that of Mankind
shall be spared.” It was the command of the Supreme and relayed by Michael to
his army. “Slaughter them all.”
It was not a task that all relished for
some of the defeated ones pleaded for their offspring then.
“Spare the form your wrath. They are not
fearsome warriors but docile creatures. They held our bloodline in them.” Such
pleas were not heeded. It was difficult when the army led by Michael had to
face the enraged Nephilim whose emotions were stirred by the culling of their
kind. Some of them saw their parents killed or held against their will. It was
the call to fight.
And they fought the Seraph Warriors
hard.
“Michael, we got them on the retreat. We
can rest and tend to our wounded.” Michael heard the call from Gabriel. The
battle was tough and his army had the wounded to tend. He had brought a
hundred of his own and faced down initially half their number of Seraph and
Nephilim. He turned to look at those who were wounded when he made his walk
among them. He saw the looks of pain, and also of wonderment. He guesses the later
was the amazement that they actually survived the battle.
“Their numbers grew in the battle,” Gabriel
told him.
“No, we were wrong. Our scouts have
failed us. We were led into a trap.” Michael replied. “Our fighting skills and
weapons helped us.”
Michael looked at the retracted blade on
his right gauntlet. In the battle, it was coated with blood from the enemies.
Once it retracted, the blood will be wiped off to his fingers, and palm. He
wiped the blood off on his cloak that he wore to set himself off the others.
His wings had retracted and like the blade, the excess blood was pushed to his
back.
“Excalibur performed well today,
brother.” Gabriel praised the esteemed blade that was wielded by Michael.
Excalibur was not any blade but considered to be a mystical being that was
bounded by the oath of servitude to the Supreme and formed with a rare metal into the
feet long blade.
“No more than your horn, Gabriel.”
Michael had seen the mighty horn blown by the later to rally the army when they
were seen to be giving up. The Horn of Hope was the weapon that moved any size
of the army to double its strength in their mind and determination. Gabriel was
given the privilege of holding that power.
“And it held a nasty blow.” Gabriel
laughed. The horn was not only a rally weapon but a deadly one when directed on
an adversary, it could blow away the figure to distance behind. Or create an
opening in a wall of strength.
“We are truly blessed to be given such
powerful weapons.” Michael smiled. It saved lives. And with it, they will
rebuild the dimension.
Mankind shall live once more.
The Diner
“What is the idiot doing out there?” Bob
leaned close to the door looking outside. “Is he to parlay to get us out or
save his own skin?”
“Hey, downstairs. We need some ammo. We
are cleaned out.” Jeep who was guarding the other end heard the call from the
platform above. He reached into the bag and checked its content. He took out
the extra rifle and then carried the rest in the bag to the ladder.
“It’s heavy and I need help.” Jeep
called out. It was Kyle who climbed down. He saw Bob at the doorway, and the
waitress was seated where he was before the battle. He then looked at Jeep.
“Anything to eat huh?”
“You could grab the apple pie. That is
still in the warmer or the coffee. I think there are some left.” Jeep replied.
“Nobody gets any free stuff. Pay the
money on the counter. And I can count what has been taken.”: Bob roared from
the doorway. “I’m not any charitable joint. And what is the man taking so
long?”
“Oh, no.” It was Charlie then. She was
seen holding the tummy and calling out. “I think I broke the water bag.”
“Shit!” Jeep ran towards her and stood
there looking concerned. “What can I do?”
“Jeep, step away. You are hopeless at
that. And so am I.” Bob called out. “Get Percy. He was medic before.”
Kyle responded to the call and climbed
up with the heavy bag. He reached the platform and called Percy.
“Lady has busted her …. Bag. Are you able
to …? You know to handle delivery.”
“Heck, I am a soldier and a cook. I have
… Wait, I have done it.” Percy then dropped the rifle and walked over. Kyle
stepped aside for him to climb down while he grabbed the extra clips to load
onto his rifle. He stooped over and saw Michael still in talks with the other.
He was tempted to line his rifle on the other and shoot the brains out of the
head. His sight was diverted to the sounds of blasting at the distance. He
reckoned it was Las Vegas and it was burning like Hell.
“Well, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“Well, Michael. It looks like we are at
the start of the new war. Mankind will kill themselves and then the world will
be once more open to us to re-do good again.” Turion looked hard at Michael.
“We can’t stop the events that were set into motion.”
“Why does that have involved the baby?”
Michael asked. “Let it live and …. Manage mankind.”
“Like its father once did.” Turion
glared at Michael. “Was that what we did to stop him then? The war that cost us
brothers and sisters, and eons of hunting with more deaths on both sides.”
“Turion, you have been corrupted by the
stay here. We held no vengeance among us. We are…”
“No more the once happy family. We are
now split into ranks of good and evil. I am with the good, as you are, or have
you turned?” Turion asked Michael.
“Lucifer was not an enemy but a misled
brother.” Michael voiced out.
“Speak not his name to me. I have hunted
for him for far too long.” Turion replied. It was then he heard the cry of pain
from the Diner.
“Your lady is giving birth.” Michael was
told. “Do as needed or it will be done for you.”
“Lady, I don’t know what I can do but
you got to get ready. I think your baby is coming out.” Percy took hold of
Charlie and led her to the flooring. He had laid the blanket there. He turned
to look for Jeep.
“Get the pot boiling Clearwater and
bring me the towels. And the …” Percy called in a frantic tone. “Whatever…”
“I will get it.” Jeep placed his rifle
down and ran to the kitchen before he placed the big pot on the stove. He then
started the fire and filled up the pot. He then moved to the cupboards and
grabbed the towels. He took a whiff of them and sighed. It was clean compared
to his own which he hung out to dry every evening. It was his chore for years
from the lingerie to the overalls he had.
“Jeep, bring me the First aid box.”
Percy called out. The young man then rushed to the counter and grabbed it. It
was then he saw the other young lady holding the handgun and aiming at Percy’s
back.
“Lady, no….” Jeep tossed the First Aid
Box at the lady. The box hit Audrey on the side of the head and the shot went
off but it impacted the wall. Jeep rushed over and then grabbed the handgun
off the lady. He turned the handgun and aimed at her.
“Percy, you okay?” Jeep called out. He
heard Charlie screaming and Bob had rushed towards the lady. The old man of his
did hesitate and threw the punch at the lady. She went down onto the flooring
with her lips bleeding.
“Heck! Have I not enough shooting for one
day? And trust a bitch to add to that.” Bob was fuming with rage and then
reached for the soothing smoke but he could not light the match. He stormed off
and lit his cigarette over the stove fire. Jeep meanwhile had reached Percy who
was administering the blanket to soothe the screaming lady.
“Lady, stop the screaming. I can’t do my
job if you don’t shut up.” In Percy’s previous works, he would have punched the
lady out or was it the soldier he was treating. “I am going to jab you with
morphine.”
Percy was not sure if the morphine was a
good choice but he had little choices to select from. Jeep reached him with the
wads of towels. He recalled cleaning them in the washer but disinfectants were
not one of the ingredients. He set the towels by the side and asked for the
First Aid Box. It was Bob who kicked over to him the box. He grabbed the
morphine and jabbed it into her.
“Now, lady. I hope you won’t mind. We
need to remove your panty. And I need to look at your part. So be calm and
don’t scream rape please.” Percy explained his moves. He then shouted out.
“Jeep, step back. You are not ready to
see the reason we try not to have sex too often.”
Outside, Michael turned to leave for the
Diner but Turion stopped him.
“We aren’t finished yet.” Turion grabbed
hold of Michael’s right arm.
“No, we are.” Michael grabbed hold of
the hand that held his arm. It was then he felt the hot flash of heat and then
Turion screamed out in pain. Michael found himself holding the stump of the arm
from the elbow below.
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Legion Resurrected Chapter 8
8.
Michael
Michael slashed out with the Excalibur
with the swing of his right arm. The extended blade on his gauntlet cut deep
into the Nephilim at the left thigh. The giant form was created by the Seraph
Warriors consummation with the local females. The mutation of their genes,
created the race of giants that reached the heights of twice that of Man and
held greater strength in their body. The giants themselves then mated and borne
were the huge beings that exceeded their parents with bigger frame. They would
had been accepted by the others except most of the Nephilim were deformed in
looks and were forced to be outcasts or slaves.
“No other race except that of Mankind
shall be spared.” It was the command of the Supreme and relayed by Michael to
his army. “Slaughter them all.”
It was not a task that all relished for
some of the defeated ones pleaded for their offspring then.
“Spare the form your wrath. They are not
fearsome warriors but docile creatures. They held our blood line in them.” Such
pleas were not heeded. It was difficult when the army led by Michael had to
face the enraged Nephilim whose emotions were stirred by the culling of their
kind. Some of them saw their parents killed or held against their will. It was
the call to fight.
And they fought the Seraph Warriors
hard.
“Michael, we got them on the retreat. We
can rest and tend to our wounded.” Michael heard the call by Gabriel. The
battle was tough and his army had their wounded to tend. He had brought a
hundred of his own, and faced down initially half their number of Seraph and
Nephilim. He turned to look at those who were wounded when he made his walk
among them. He saw the looks of pain, and also of wonderment He guess the later
was the amazement that they actually survived the battle.
“Their numbers grew in the battle.” Gabriel
told him.
“No, we were wrong. Our scouts have
failed us. We were led into a trap.” Michael replied. “Our fighting skills and
weapons helped us.”
Michael looked at the retracted blade on
his right gauntlet. In the battle it was coated with blood from the enemies.
Once it retracted, the blood will be wiped off to his fingers, and palm. He
wiped the blood off on his cloak that he wore to set himself off the others.
His wings had retracted and like the blade, the excess blood was pushed to his
back.
“Excalibur performed well today,
brother.” Gabriel praised the esteemed blade that was wield by Michael.
Excalibur was not any blade but considered to be a mystical being that was
bounded by oath of servitude to the Supreme and formed with a rare metal into the
feet long blade.
“No more than your horn, Gabriel.”
Michael had seen the mighty horn blown by the later to rally the army when they
were seen to be giving up. The Horn of Hope was the weapon that moved any size
of army to double its strength in their mind and determination. Gabriel was
given the privilege of holding that power.
“And it held a nasty blow.” Gabriel
laughed. The horn was not only a rally weapon but a deadly one when directed on
an adversary, it could blow away the figure to distance behind. Or create an
opening in a wall of strength.
“We are truly blessed to be given such
powerful weapons.” Michael smiled. It saved lives. And with it they will
rebuild the dimension.
Mankind shall live once more.
The Diner
“What is the idiot doing out there?” Bob
leaned close to the door looking outside. “Is he to parlay to get us out or
save his own skin?”
“Hey, downstairs. We need some ammo. We
are cleaned out.” Jeep who was guarding the other end, heard the call from the
platform above. He reached into the bag and checked its content. He took out
the extra rifle and then carried the rest in the bag to the ladder.
“It’s heavy and I need help.” Jeep
called out. It was Kyle who climbed down. He saw Bob at the doorway, and the
waitress was seated where he was before the battle. He then looked at Jeep.
“Anything to eat huh?”
“You could grab the apple pie. That is
still in the warmer or the coffee. I think there are some left.” Jeep replied.
“Nobody gets any free stuff. Pay the
money on the counter. And I can count what has been taken.”: Bob roared from
the doorway. “I’m not any charitable joint. And what is the man taking so
long?”
“Oh, no.” It was Charlie then. She was
seen holding the tummy and calling out. “I think I broke the water bag.”
“Shit!” Jeep ran towards her and stood
there looking concerned. “What can I do?”
“Jeep, step away. You are hopeless at
that. And so am I.” Bob called out. “Get Percy. He was medic before.”
Kyle responded to the call and climbed
up with the heavy bag. He reached the platform and called to Percy.
“Lady is busted her …. Bag. Are you able
to …? You know handle a delivery.”
“Heck, I am a soldier and a cook. I have
… Wait, I have done it.” Percy then dropped the rifle and walked over. Kyle
stepped aside for him to climb down while he grabbed the extra clips to load
onto his rifle. He stooped over and saw Michael still in talks with the other.
He was tempted to line his rifle on the other and shoot the brains out of the
head. His sight was diverted to the sounds of blasting at the distance. He
reckoned it was Las Vegas and it was burning like Hell.
“Well, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”
“Well, Michael. It looks like we are at
the start of the new war. Mankind will kill themselves and then the world will
be once more open to us to re-do good again.” Turion looked hard at Michael.
“We can’t stop the events that was set into motion.”
“Why does that have involved the baby?”
Michael asked. “Let it live and …. Manage the mankind.”
“Like its father once did.” Turion
glared at Michael. “Was that what we did to stop him then? The war that cost us
brothers and sisters, and aeons of hunting with more deaths on both sides.”
“Turion, you have been corrupted by the
stay here. We held no vengeance among us. We are…”
“No more the once happy family. We are
now split into ranks of good and evil. I am with the good, as you are, or have
you turned?” Turion asked Michael.
“Lucifer was not an enemy but a misled
brother.” Michael voiced out.
“Speak not his name to me. I have hunted
for him for far too long.” Turion replied. It was then he heard the cry of pain
from the Diner.
“Your lady is giving birth.” Michael was
told. “Do as needed or it will be done for you.”
“Lady, I don’t know what I can do but
you got to get ready. I think your baby is coming out.” Percy took hold of
Charlie and led her to the flooring. He had laid the blanket there. He turned
to look for Jeep.
“Get the pot boiling Clear water and
bring me the towels. And the …” Percy called in a frantic tone. “Whatever…”
“I will get it.” Jeep placed his rifle
down and ran to the kitchen before he placed the big pot on the stove. He then
started the fire and filled up the pot. He then moved to the cupboards and
grabbed the towels. He took a whiff of them and sighed. It was clean compared
to his own which he hung out to dry every evening. It was his chore for years
from the lingerie to the overalls he had.
“Jeep, bring me the First aid box.”
Percy called out. The young man then rushed to the counter and grabbed it. It
was then he saw the other young lady holding the handgun and aiming at Percy’s
back.
“Lady, no….” Jeep tossed the First Aid
Box at the lady. The box hit Audrey on the side of the head and the shot went
off but it impacted on the wall. Jeep rushed over and then grabbed the handgun
off the lady. He turned the handgun and aimed at her.
“Percy, you okay?” Jeep called out. He
heard Charlie screaming and Bob had rushed towards the lady. The old man of his
did hesitate and threw the punch at the lady. She went down onto the flooring
with her lips bleeding.
“Heck! Have I not enough shooting for one
day? And trust a bitch to add to that.” Bob was fuming with rage and then
reached for the soothing smoke but he could not light the match. He stormed off
and lit his cigarette over the stove fire. Jeep meanwhile had reached Percy who
was administering the blanket to soothe the screaming lady.
“Lady, stop the screaming. I can’t do my
job if you don’t shut up.” In Percy’s previous works, he would had punched the
lady out or was it the soldier’s he was treating. “I am going to jab you with
morphine.”
Percy was not sure if the morphine was a
good choice but he had little choices to select from. Jeep reached him with the
wads of towels. He recalled cleaning them in the washer but disinfectants were
not one of the ingredients. He set the towels by the side, and asked for the
First Aid Box. It was Bob who kicked over to him the box. He grabbed the
morphine and jabbed it into her.
“Now, lady. I hope you won’t mind. We
need to remove your panty. And I need to look at your part. So be calm and
don’t scream rape please.” Percy explained his moves. He then shouted out.
“Jeep, step back. You are not ready to
see the reason we try not to have sex too often.”
Outside, Michael turned to leave for the
Diner but Turion stopped him.
“We aren’t finished yet.” Turion grabbed
hold of Michael’s right arm.
“No, we are.” Michael grabbed hold of
the hand that held his arm. It was then he felt the hot flash of heat and then
Turion screamed out in pain. Michael found himself holding the stump of the arm
from the elbow below.
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