Time for a excursion of rest

 That is  the  finale of the Promethus tale ..... for now. There will be a last tale to be written later to complete the saga,  but for now, I have to say I need a break. Please excuse me on this. 

Till then, tally ho.

Cheers

Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 41 (Epilogue)

 

Epilogue 

 

Wandering in the corridors of the Uni, for one who does that, his earlier tasks were not much different from that in any dungeon. The musky odour and the dimly lit ambience lend a feeling that maybe also dead scholars walked the corridors at dusk.

“Professor Jekyl, where are you?” Victor Frankenstein had stepped into the topmost level of the building to seek out his mentor. He had climbed the stairs to what may be referred to as the attic, but in the huge building of the Uni, it was another floor level with several chambers.

“I am here.” The call was answered. Victor made his way to the chamber at the end of the corridor and knocked. He heard the opening of latches, and then the door was opened.

“It is Doctor Jekyll, and I am not a professor, well, at least to my personal ranking.” The man who stood there was not dressed like any academic person but more like a butcher with the apron over the chest. He is the unacknowledged expert on human interaction with science, a new field for which many denied his works, and out of respect, they gave him the rank of professor in the fields of human science instead.

“I will not accept this personification of my knowledge, as my works are above the scientific level in human but of the interaction of I. I am talking of assimilation, transformation, evolution……. As we all did from the primate to our current limited intelligence, which we had utilized to make ourselves, Homo sapiens, but I am looking above it. I am looking at Homo sapiens superior.”

The man was jeered off the podium, but he was retained in his standings with the uni. His works were questionable, but it was the era of discovery, and no university wanted to be second in the listing.

“Pardon me, Doctor.” Victor Frankenstein stepped in. The chamber smelled of dead meat and chemical stench.

“Are you my new associate? Associate Professor Frankenstein. Your reputation……”

“Pardon me again, Doctor. My reputation was over-exasperated with malicious intents by others.” Victor smiled. “I am a man of science, and ……”

“You…… well, claimed to have developed……” Doctor Jekyll was cut off.

“Created a monster, whereas all I did was continue the work of galvanizing.” Victor corrected the other. “I did not ……. Create any monster. I was trying to understand the works of …….”

“Prometheus, perhaps. Our interpretation of that. A branch of that.” Doctor Jekyll laughed. “Short of us cohabiting with the… experiments, we are doing what the boundary of science had been expanded to new advancements.”

“The orgasm in the lovemaking.” The doctor laughed louder. “I do have to admit that I am a selfish lover. For me, I am done, and it is done. I move on. I am one of the obvious. I do not follow but lead to venture into unexplored frontiers.” Doctor Jekyll motioned to his table laden with bottles of chemicals and tubes. “Our body is made of chemical compositions. If we are further understanding it, we need to work on the chemical’s interaction; hence, my work involved human interaction in science.”

“Doctor Jekyll, I am to……” Victor was cut off.

“Multiple orgasm… It may be there, but I must achieve it.”

“Doctor Jekyll, I……”

“To work with me. Two miscreants of the works on the ……. Dead……. Of the three volunteers I had, two died and one was brain dead. I am a madman by their view.” Doctor Jekyll laughed. “Are you to be my next volunteer? No ladies will work with me. They feared I would violate them on the table… or on the floor.”

“Doctor Jekyll, I……”

“Chronic masturbation was mine much earlier. I thought of it to get the specimens.” Doctor Jekyll looked at the table. “I do admit the stains are still there.”

“No, Doctor. I was hoping… well, I asked to be your assistant.” Victor smiled. “I had submitted my application some months back, and it was only last week that I got approved.”

“You are not to the maid, Sir. Nor will I bend you over… and take from you any specimens. I believe that your ……. Presence back to your town of recent days. The newspapers had a good day with your exploits, though you made it to page three instead of the front page. I think the Ripper beholds it gruesome there.”

“What’s so fascinating about a mutilated body? We do that daily at the morgue.” Doctor Jekyll sighed. “I wondered if the mortician ever pays the family for the services he rendered on the dead. The darned man must be a Scrooge. He took his millions there into there … and not a dime paid out.”

“Maybe the Ripper is collecting them…” Victor interjected with sarcasm.

“A man of humor. I am beginning to like you.” Doctor Jekyll smiled. “Do you know that the chemicals in our head make us smile?”

“Smiles are caused by feelings of joy and pleasure when the brain releases good neurotransmitters like dopamine and serotonin. Key triggers include seeing loved ones, receiving kindness from strangers, enjoying simple pleasures …… Victor smiled.

“101 Medicine. I smiled when I spurted out. I will say, here are my millions.” Doctor Jekyll laughed and then shifted the subject. “You ignited their interest in you… these professors and what not, but with no available positions… the others will not touch you with a ten-foot pole, except mine…. Seven, to be exact; they placed you in or with me.” Doctor Jekyll smiled. “The Theology Society has an influence on who is who in the Uni. I do wonder if they hold any gangbang at all.”

“The Theology Society?” Victor was surprised.

“Yes, the Theology Society. They are the Uni's main sponsor and one of mine. They may be named that, but their real interest is the works of ours. They liked to be the ……. To explore will be the better term, the new frontier.”

“Welcome to my lab, Associate Professor Frankenstein. I need your services to work on the physiology of my chemical interaction. Viola, we may create a new breed of human.”

The new creation amounted to new findings, and Lauren Spielsdorf approached her father, Rudolf, who was watching the mansion where his daughter was before they left to battle more demons.

“It looked bad.” Rudolf sighed. “Maybe we should not have……”

“Left, Father?” Lauren looked at the mansion that was in ruins there. The demons may have left them when they took off, but Beelzebub had returned to damage the mansion soon after.

“The demon master took out his wrath on the mansion. He could not get my power and decided to showcase his anger here,” Lauren said. “We cannot do much here. The mausoleum is buried under the rubble. Our only task is to battle Beelzebub and rescue Mother’s soul. Once that is done, I will return here to rebuild the new coven.”

“Coven …… Lauren, have we not suffered enough?” Rudolf was upset.

“Father, my fate is with the coven. As were her mother and her mother.” Lauren looked at Rudolf. “You wedded a ……”

“A witch? No, I did not. I wedded a lovely lady who gave birth to you. I did not…….”

“You cannot deny the lineage, Father. I am who I am.” Lauren sighed. “I have to hold the……”

“Why not Annabelle or ……. Carmilla?” Rudolf asked.

“Annabelle did not have a daughter. Carmilla was without any children. It may be preordained to us. I am to be the next leader. I am …”

“You are my daughter. I do have a say on the matter.” Rudolf looked at her.

“It may be so, in my growing… behaviour, but I am grown. I am ……. I have been …….” Lauren looked away.

“Cursed?” Rudolf was upset.

“No, not cursed. I am blessed. I hold the means to ……. I can call on spells, which are now inside of me. I do not know how, but it is inside of me now. I can suppress the demon master. I can make this a better place.” Lauren said.

“Then leave me out. I am to battle the demon my way.” Rudolf turned to leave. “My inner demon too.”

The cries of Lauren did not stop him, and he mounted the horse to ride away.  She saw Sven had followed the father, and she was alone.

“Sisters, I will be back.” Lauren mounted her horse. She saw then the short figure standing at the side.

“Hello, Lauren. I am Rumpelstiltskin. I am a distant cousin of Beezer. You may not know him, but he is ……. Dead, as in perished.” The figure looked at Lauren.

“The reason I ……” The figure jumped to the side when Lauren set the spell of fire there.

“Hold on! I am not your enemy, nor did I mean you any harm.” The figure rubbed the dirt off his clothes. “You are powerful, witch. And these clothes are expensive. It is not like I have a lady to weave the cloth for me every day.”

“Who are you?” Laurne asked.

“Rumpelstiltskin. Normally, I hid my name and waited for the others to name me, but I will make an exception here.” The figure approached Lauren. “Both of us hold a grudge against Beelzebub.”

“Yep, he is the clown master you met. I was in the attic of the third building, but I was weaving the spinner then. Good help is rare nowadays.” The figure sighed. “Anyway, Beelzebub… the demon expelled my distant cousin. He was then in the service of one named Elizabeth Muriel.”

“I told him not to do it, but he was a distant cousin, so I did not try harder to convince him. It may have reduced the related cousins at the gatherings, but fewer persons meant less to share.” The figure smiled. “It was not that they were taller than me, but their girth doubled my waist. I had to rush for my meds.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Lauren was getting agitated.

“Hold your horses, lady. I am here to offer my assistance to you. I have a score to settle with Beelzebub. And I know where I can find him. No three wishes to call for there. Call it pro bono assistance.”

“Pro bono?” Lauren asked.

“Yea, in Latin that means for the good of the public. I am no attorney but a good inhabitant here.” The figure did a cutesy towards Lauren. “Shall we ride, my lady?  You will not be alone from now on.”

Alone was not in the thoughts of Mary. She had lain beside Henry in the basement. She closed her eyes and heard the explosion. It was deafening, but she felt assured. She held onto Herny’s left hand and waited for what was next.

Nothing.

Nothing happened.

Mary opened her eyes and saw the crisscross of the beams over her. The two beams had an overlay over their bodies. It shouldered the layer of flooring that would have buried them but created a burial chamber for them.

“Henry, we are together now.” Mary said.  

 

 

 

 

 

Notes to the tale

 

At 67,230 words, I am closing the chapter on Modern Prometheus III. The Modern Prometheus" refers to a creator whose ambitious, pioneering efforts—particularly in science or technology—result in unforeseen, disastrous consequences, mirroring the Greek myth of Prometheus, who was tortured for bringing fire to humanity. 

When I embarked on this tale, I did not imagine that I would be doing a sequel, and now that it is done, I find myself stretching to do another.

How did we end up here?

I spent a lot of time writing about the master, the mistress, and the others, like the Spielsdorf. Mary was mentioned in some words. Then came the new characters, Helsing and the Warlock, the Wiccan. I gave a relevance to the other characters, sort of explaining them from the previous tale. Sort of putting life like their origin into the characters.

One major idea was to have Mary ‘die’ with Henry, and that took some time to write…… It was like sex; you need to build up to it, the orgasm… hahahaha… Or have yours and turn it over to the side.

And then came the battle at the lunar eclipse. It did not occur to me about the lunar eclipse earlier, hence my earlier blank thoughts on how to consolidate the characters to that town, besides Victor’s return to see Mary; ten years was a long time. The runes were the power token, and the idea came to assimilate it to the Blood Moon.

Fine, the next sequel……. Hidden in the recess of my mind, but some new characters came alive in my mind just in recent days.

This tale is based in the late 1800s, where certain tales took place.

Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The Ripper

The Helsing is not done yet with the High Council on their failure.

What of Abel and Kane or was it Cain? In the Bible, one died.

Beelzebub, the villain, was mentioned casually but will need to be brought to the fore.

Rumpelstiltskin, the comic relief. Why this character? Honestly, I do not know.

And……

Merrlyn, or Merlin, is my favourite and always the dark horse. Wherever there are demons, I like him to be there.

Before I lay off my fingers on this tale.

Elizabeth Muriel and Mary Annabelle: mad mother or insanity in the family

Lilith—who is she? Which? Or more.

Dolores, growling and the wolf pack

And Brown, I removed his death from beneath the Menhirs.

On the orbit, the Theology Society; Ms. Poem is taken from the LYDIA POET character, who is really my character.

Elementary, Holmes? I doubt so…….

Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 40

 

40.

 

Ms. Poem stood there at the window of the Uni building for the legal fraternity. She was looking at the yard, where the incident took place. The menhirs were removed, and the burnt area was covered with planks, while flower pots were laid on top of it. Students and members of the faculties were seen rushing from the yard to their respective work areas.

It had already been two weeks since the incident at the yard. She recalled there were several bodies laid into the bonfire.

The dean and the mortician: an odd couple indeed. Some of the other faculty members are unimportant to be named.

The inspector was one, and there was an elderly lady.

The fallen menhir was raised, but nobody was beneath it.

“Madame Dean, are you ready to address the newspaper on the incident?” The trusted aide of hers asked. “I could tell them ……”

“No, Alice. It is time to unveil the truth,” Ms. Poem said. In her mind, the truth was how you tell it—cunningly—to the ones that will listen. She is a member of the legal profession.

Her thoughts went back to Elizabeth. The lady had remained secluded. The newspaper had hounded her, but she refused to see them. She was attended by Dolores and the new friend, Lilith.

“I will ensure she gets her privacy.” The new inspector arrived to take over with five constables. He was posted by London.

“Thank you, Inspector Queens.” Ms. Poem smiled then, when she felt that matter was settled.

“Richard, Richard Queen. I am of service.” The tall frame of the Inspector stood to attention. They had met outside at Elizabeth’s house. “I was brief on the situation.”

“Have you ever dealt with monsters and … witches?”

“Yes, Ms. Poem. In my line of work, I had seen many types of …… monsters and … demons will be how I described the others. I will be retiring in some years to come and will take my son, Ellery, with me.” The Inspector smiled. “Far from here.”

“The tropics? Or Europe. Italy is nice.”

“Not for Ellery. He will be fine perhaps in …… New York. There are monsters there, but they are…… human-inspired. I capture them here, and one day, maybe Ellery will do the same there.” The inspector smiled.

“Is that how you view your life, Sir?”

“Ms. Poem, I will not deny that as my true existence. I am the third generation of law enforcement. My father was a bobby ……. A peeler they were also named then... walking the port area of London. His father was a Frontier Officer on the Indian continent, managing relations with tribal leaders, using the Jirga (tribal council) to settle disputes, and conducting military expeditions if necessary.  We are bred to do enforcement.”

“What of the daughters?” Ms. Poem asked.

“None. The family heirs were all lads like my son.” The Inspector smiled. “I will be doing my task now.”

That was the brief dialogue of their meeting.

“Madame Dean, I thought you wanted to know.” Alice had not stepped from the dean’s chamber. “I got news of…… Elizabeth Frankenstein. She sold the house and moved to the Frankenstein’s … or rather the cottage there.”

Ms. Poem nodded. That will need some investigating later. On that day, she had arrived at the mansion and saw the massive explosion that collapsed the mansion. The whole structure was in ruins. They could not dare to approach it, for fear of further collapse. They then returned to the town.

“There is a letter for you.” Alice handed the letter over. Ms. Poem studied the seal on it. She knew that seal well and opened it to read the letter.

“Madame, we received your report. Congratulations on your new rank. We summarize that the issue is resolved and admit it is inconclusive as such. However, we have taken remedial steps to correct it. You may focus on the task there, subdue the euphoria of the monster, and suggested that you also pursue your legal academic learning.”  

“Excellentia in operibus.”

At that moment, the Helsing family was in the monastery near the ancient Hadrian's Wall. Abel was treated by the monks there, expertly taught in the healing arts going back to the age of the Picts. Kane had shut himself in the library, immersed in the works there. He had refused to speak on the incident at the cottage.

“I am concerned about Kane.” Doctor Helsing took to his solitude with the elderly monk there. “It was my mistake to bring them along. They are not ready. Not yet.”

“I doubt anyone will ever be ready, Doctor.” The monk said. “The tasks we do are unique. We hold no commandments on how we are to serve, but we trust our instincts here.”

“I have, as my family had done. We served the High Council, but… could we question their motives? Never had.” Doctor Helsing sighed. “I lay my life, my son’s life, for them.”

“Motives are self-motivation,” the monk said. “We hold no motive here in this holy place. We only seek salvation. This monastery is built over a Pict sacrifice temple.

“The Picts?” The doctor smiled. “I had not met any. I had met the nomadic tribes and some rare settlers like the Veps at the steppe, but….”

“Do you know the Picts once before held their beliefs on forms of polytheistic, nature-based paganism before converting to Christianity around the 4th century? What made them do so?”

“Persecution? Or was it salvation?” The doctor said.

“These walls existed long and may hold the tale for it, but it will not tell.” The monk looked to the walls of the monastery.

“Was I right to ……. Forego the monster?” Doctor Helsing changed the subject. “You may know of my… encounter with the monster?”

“Monster? Our mind definition is …. Truly fixated on what we do not know means it shall be called …….” The monk was cut off then.

“Unbelievable to many?” Doctor Helsing chuckled. “I have seen many unbelievable things.”

“Did the Romans then? They viewed HIM as a demon and crucified him. Yet he lived on in us as the son of God. Not every action of ours is determined by …… it was an act then of our soul. Our inner soul tells us what was needed. Was it wrong, or right? That we may know when we faced HIM. The unbelievable becomes believable.”

“You are not any monk.” Doctor Helsing smiled.

“Nor are you any man. Please accept our ……. Disbeliefs here.” The monk took his leave of the doctor.

“Your name, sir?” Doctor Helsing asked.

“Merrlyn the Old.” The monk replied. “Some called me Merlin. I have lived a long time.”

“For a while, I thought you said Merlin of the Round Table.” Doctor Helsing chuckled.

“Oh, that fabulous wizard. He is an inspiration, but I hold my own.” Merrlyn smiled. “I do have a wand.”

“Нека ѓаволот почива во пеколот (May the devil rest in Hell.) Merrlyn waved his right hand and then laughed. “I must admit my incantations are for children at parties. I have not pulled a dwarf from my long hat, but a rabbit I had.”

“You are a magician, Merrlyn.” The doctor smiled.

“An uncertain magician who roams the dark passages of this monastery.” Merrlyn laughed louder. “Where the demons may be interned before leaving for Hell.”