Chapter 1: Wailings of a prehistoric imbecile

Chapter 1

The light trembled ever so slightly around the begrimed abbey. And the crackles from the hearth were hushed down quickly by the cozy carpets and glass panes before them.

 

“A.A..a..true infernal experience for hell? indeed….” the man in the double breasted suit slowly commented out sarcastically as he raised his eyebrows in awkwardness, but still managed to carefully ogle at the diorama that had unfolded before him.

 

Neither the mockery of the six foot two figure nor the mucky sculptures of the primordial beings deterred the time tested old fool from completing his work. It didn’t stop his inflamed fingers from rummaging around the corpse of a child before him, inspecting it carefully. Chiselled by time, his skin looked dilapidated. But he persevered all while humming happily all to himself.

 

With no aspect other than a pair of bloodied eyes, devoid of happiness and cubicles(eye balls), the cadaver before him had no prospect for reparation but only demanded a simple reconstruction.

 

“Yee old fart, you haven’t said anything since I came here. Tch..so? How’s it ? Salvageable? ” the young lad fired in impatience and not from anticipation.His temperament took a drastic drift

 

The flare from the fireplace bouncing off his bifocals, started dancing gently and seemed to perish slowly. Yet the wise old man draped in soiled linen didn't address the dying embers of the hearth.

 

He wasn’t fascinated by the creature, like ‘the serpent fascinates its prey’.

He was enthralled by it, in an archaic fashion.

 

He had his reasons. The small figure before him was darker than the black and gold marble upon which it was laid,almost bleeding into it. The petite build in front of him was the most pronounced and malevolent, in the entire chamber. No being could have taken their eyes off it. But the dark midget laid alarmingly still with its hollowed eyes peering into the cobwebs filled cracked ceiling, lightened up by the flickering fire .

The prehistoric imbecile closed his eyes as a gentle breeze swept his curly fringes. After a deep deliberation he had opened his eyes and heart. The gentle grey haired build, whiffed in a fresh breath of air and coughed out a hot batch of smouldering ash into his bare fist. His illusion came undone, revealing a beastly charred hand with razor sharp claws. His mood darkened and the fire in the chimney roared back to life, revealing an unholy presence that had hidden itself in the form of an old man. The elderly denizen slowly transformed into a stud.

 

“A..ar..are you insane?” the young lad barked in horror. This wasn’t what they agreed upon. 

 

“Well, I ought to do this the hard way then–” the pale haired fiend casually commented as he plunged his crooked fingers down the throat of the entity in front of him. The corpse sprang back to life in the altar and grasped the hands of his feeder, digging its fangs deep into thy flesh and bones. 

 

The old Bythos looked down at the subject, with awe and entrancement in his time tested eyes.

“Bythos, do you realise what you have just done? You gave that monster what it wanted all along !!, don’t tell me you too were corrupted? The Great Aion Teleos will know of your insolenc–” before the young man in the suit could land his judgement, he was interrupted swiftly. 

 

“Silence now my baffling brother!” the old man stared down the gentleman. His eyes were now sharp and his looks branded his thoughts deep into its recipient. 

 

“B..bro..brother? Wa..wh..what do you mean by that? Your old age must have caught up to you, you old simpleton,ha. You think his grace, the almighty would grace you with his presenc—” the being in the suit tried to refute quickly.

 

“You wanted all of this and you needed me to do all of this. Seize your miserable act at once. ‘Tis nothing but appalling” the old man demanded while looking deeply into the young messenger’s eyes.

 

The tensed messenger in the double breasted suit suddenly dropped his shoulder and his demeanour .”Now then, don't be senile towards your elders, brother. I was merely concerned. So you knew?” Aion teleos spoke through one of his many puppets in a belittling manner.

 

“Remember brother ? I can neither be fooled nor be corrupted, not anymore” the old man paused as he pointed at Aeon and at the small dark body before continuing. “ For I am the Devil, the Satan, and the forsaken himself” Bythos known as Lucifer by many  in his most revered form proclaimed and concluded. 

 

“But still—” Bythos continued as he looked down towards the tiny creature that still continued feasting off him. Soon after,  the Supreme defiler couldn't help but gnash his teeth in agony and anguish.

 

The child in front of him wasn't done yet. He yearned for more, he yearned for something dark. 

Something that would befit its entire existence

Something ungodly and unsightly . 

Something sinister. 

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The scene quickly shifted towards an open grassland.

A chill wind skimmed over the dim meadows and tussled his gems and robes, embroidered gold,beckoning that his peril was near. Albeit his wound,  warm and fresh, his cheeks were cold and dry, reckoning the dusk of Sola and the dawn of Luna.

 

Though the night was still fresh and calm as the lavender fields in the background, with the surrounding terrain under a frosted moon, the winds howled as they scratched the forest, groves and corpses; lying around headless and lifeless. Rattling the small sapphire pendant, chained to the young prince by black gold, the wind slowly began dying down.

 

Nevertheless, nerves tightened and tissues fired underneath his skull. His robes were tattered and his helm cracked. But he could still clench his fists, only to bid time for an eventual demise at the hands of an assailant from the dark standing before him. An aggressor whom he shall never anticipate nor comprehend ,except for its eyes that darted hue under the fostered azure pearl moon.

 

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The injured boy scanned the horizon for reasons of his own. Apart from his attacker could he spot slight movement, in the shadows casted by the toppled convoy and four headless horses. 

 

Gasping with an excuse of a sword at hand, the next dawn was a mere  philosophy. Even so his anger grew strong like the flames of mount Ida.” I..I don’t”, the young prince started to murmur not before being interrupted by the blade.Though the handle quivered for an instance, the blade had the resolve in its path. On their drive to prove a mere wounded child’s mortality, the blade swung through his mid sentence, forcing the child to take a step back in a futile struggle to escape the inevitable. 

 

The raging blade made an effortless shift in its path to quell their momentum, spewing away all the  remnants of blood sticking onto her. Still the blade wasn’t quenched. 

 

It wanted more, it wanted him. 

 

Her wielder slowly raised its guard as she scanned their prey.

The ejected barnacles of blood and gore made a crimson arc in midair and stopped on their tracks while the assassin prepared her next as she started to chant her ‘wishes’. The clouds scurried away and the blade glinted underneath the moon , while the glyphs etched onto the sword  slowly started shining cerulean bright. 

 

The stars that surrounded them slowly faded into the pitch black sky and a gentle smile escaped from the huntress’s hood.

 

The young battered prince gave a smirk in return, though it was meant for someone else. Someone who had been watching the young boy for ages. Someone who had been creeping by his side at times of ‘inconvenience’ and made them vanish into thin air of unfortunate circumstances.

 

That ‘someone’ who had been waiting in the dark to once again prove its use….. 

 

The suspended grisly gems of brutality, started taking shapes of pikes and serrated daggers. All while remaining to stay afloat in the night’s sky, little above the standoff. 

 

The stakes of savagery were sharp enough to cleave open the passing  gale and made it seem as though the nearby woods were cheering and whistling in joy for what was about to ensue. 

 

“Be prepared..” the boy slowly whispered  to his admirer in the shadows,while keeping an eye on the danger in front of him, hoping they would take care of the rest. But as soon as he gave a second  glance at his would-be saviour, his eyes widened in shock and his world came crashing down. And viola, all hope was lost.

 

From what he witnessed, his unfortunate situation wasn’t a mere coincidence.

He had understood the very fact that his death was commissioned by royal decree. 

 

Prince Peisis couldn’t help but sense an odd sense of glee after realising what could have been going behind the scenes. But soon his chest started feeling heavy. And his feet started trembling. And his adrenaline was obviously spiking. He was gripped with an overwhelming fear. Soon, he heard his heart thumping hot inside, out onto the cold open night. 

A fear of the unknown.

The fear of the untold.

But the little boy forced his disturbed mind to take in the facts and rationalise what he was left to work with. Though it was thousands, the boy came up with possible ways which would have led him to this path of destruction. He couldn’t help  but come up with the situations that had forced his hand and his loved ones’ to make such a dangerous play.

The assailant brought forth her weapon and took her stance while the boy wasn’t able to take his .And for an instance there was warring peace, deafening silence and ominous tranquillity. Though in the end, Peisis could only gust onto the cold open night as the blades made their way closer. His heart palpitated and he did the unexpected.

 

With the moonlight dancing on its glassy surface, the jewel throbbed and glowed blue while the crown prince Peisian of Hellenic republic slowly dropped his guard as he remarked out loud a long old conjecture of his,  “Until the end, you truly are intriguing”. Not before closing his eyes and resolving himself for what was about to happen next.

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12 hours ago ,deep below the citadel of the Hellenic republic…

 

“Are we really going this far?” broke the silence from one edge of the old and decrepit, dark dungeon. ”Cough…erghh…tch..what do thy truly signify by ‘going far’?, are we not doing this for…cough..cough..eugh..cough”...before the indigent voice could deliver its ultimatum from the other edge, unaided sparks of blaze were ignited at the center of the room,giving birth to a mild inferno suspended in thin  on top of a pot, at a gremlins height.

 

And so the poorly lit enclosure slowly revealed the presence of several higher authoritative  beings one by one,against the walls; standing still.

 

“Women and men grasping higher purpose, power and pure genes at their pinnacle of  their time, truly blessed by her grace Aeon, the all father and thus were called nobles '' an extract about Nobles from the book of xenos. 

 

While the Nobles of the republic were entangled in their intricate prophecies from deep beneath the imperial citadel, the remaining agents, envoys, emissaries were on the lookout for their young crown prince and his assembled entourage. Heavy doors leading to the royal chambers were flung open and courtyards were turned over  with the aide of plenitude human slaves while on their pursuit to ensnare the hero of the mount ida. 

                    Revelation of his eminence to seeketh the trail of anathema in search of an ancient magus residing deep in the woodland, had just broke open the dawn. And as his loyal subjects of the imperium and to safeguard their own self interests ,every contingent ever known to the weakening citadel were in search of the last crown prince of the Hellada. 

 

            “Found any trace of that woman yet?” echoed at the halls of the ancestors. All the soldiers and slaves stopped at their tracks. They turned to look at the silhouette that stood by the heavy doors that were now broken, leading to the courtyard. Demanding an answer or a scapegoat, the royal chief guard muttered under her breath, “ please come back in one piece, my love“.

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