Ahoy, from a tokusatsu obsessed nerd, imaginist and writer. I come from the depths of reality to tell you of my thoughts of the current Kamen Rider series in Japan called Gaim. If any show can make eating healthy fun and badass it's this one. This will be brief.
Gaim takes place in Zawame City, and is ruled over by the Yggdrasil Corporation. Dance groups called Beat Riders compete against each other with a game of creatures called Inves who are summoned from the Heilheim Forest where plants called LockSeeds are grown. That's the basic premise. Simple enough right? Well yeah, but dang is the story telling in this show good.
That's all I have to say. I love all the characters they're all useful in some way, and important secondary characters are actually, well do stuff, and add weight to the plot. So if you haven't check it out. Aesir and TV-Nihon are the ones subbing the series. Download it, watch it, and give me your thoughts.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Monday, March 24, 2014
What I'm Currently Doing
Hi folks to anybody that does bother to read this little old blog of mine. I am currently busy working on the second Cyberbird short book that I promise will be full of more action superhero/tokusatsu style. I'm also in the planning stages of another short book series called The Lemegeton Saga. Cause let's face it, Lemegeton is a heck of alot cooler than The Lesser Key of Solomon Saga. It's going to combine Arthurian lore, my own Atlantis mythology, and other elements such as demon-monster slaying knights in a modern day context. Oh yeah I'm also studying for a microsoft certification test, and learning to play Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
The Tale of Armacon
The Tale of Armacon
Wetness
matted his neck length jet black hair; his eyes were those of gold that
sparkled with a love and peace for all things. His height was only six feet
tall…unusual considering his half-human heritage. On his shoulder was dove…but
this dove was no ordinary dove…he was the man’s best friend and many years ago
in an intergalactic war…his guardian.
The shore line was wet from the sea; he had chosen to take
a rudimentary form of transportation. One that involved no ancient technology;
word had reached him humanity was repopulating and gathering. Gathering in a
place and they, a new breed had
returned.
Under his dirty brown hooded cloak was a sword; a sword
made of unknown metals. For now it was sheathed. He stared at his reflection in
a pool; he appeared to be a mix of modern-day Asian and Native American. The
only thing that gave away his half human status was his eyes, but he was not
like them.
He was the only one of his brothers, and being the youngest
had decided to go back to his duties. They had been told they need no longer
fight…their war was over, but he wanted to.
His name was Armacon ben Abel Kartoris; the last name was
in honor of a friend and powerful ally named Kartor who had given his life in
the Great Galactic War. The bird spoke to Armacon.
“Don’t draw too much attention to yourself. If you do they
will worship you as a god,” said the bird.
“I don’t ask for attention, it usually finds me
Lotham…there’s no telling what creatures the Fallen will have roaming. I simply
wish to protect, and not usurp Elyon. That has never been my wish. I’m here to
stop atrocities. I find it pathetic the Aelcons wish to leave,” replied
Armacon…a bit of malice in the last part of his statement was in his voice.
Lotham the bird just shook his head, and said, “We can
still bond if you wish. I don’t know why you still wish to carry that sword.”
“Because its starlight from the heavens burns bright my
friend. I asked if you wanted to stay behind,” replied Armacon as he walked
along the shoreline. His eyes seemed to be searching for something.
“Why can’t you be like your brothers and settle down in
peace? I mean after all I am a dove, and together we make the Praedaggeranar of
peace. I find it ironic you will not settle in peace when that is your greatest
virtue,” Lotham commented as he looked either way…his silver wings glistening
with white diamond, marble and regular feathers.
“I know…it was our deal to be Forgotten except by the
Aelcons and Atlanteans. I have a feeling though that abomination Amankar will
come this planet one day. Elyon knows this all too well,” said Armacon. “How
can I settle in peace when I know the ones I swore to protect are being defiled
and sacrificed to blood thirsty Watchers and Fallen Nymphs?”
“Interesting point. Too bad I agreed to be in this body you
know.”
“Too bad you don’t know when to shut up.”
“Touché.”
They kept walking…silence between the two. Nothing needed
to be said as Armacon observed the crystal blue skies. It was noon or close to
it…as noted by the wandering protector.
“We could fly if we bonded into the armor,” said Lotham.
“No thanks, I prefer the exercise and challenges. I am a
man after all,” answered Armacon…his fists gripping.
“So the plan is a go ahead?”
“Yes, I wish to protect Shem and his line at all costs. I
want those giant bastards to try me,” spat Armacon.
“Oh boy, you and your love for being the great warrior. You
know why couldn’t you have been a shepherd like your father?”
“Why don’t you leave that body and get into your real form
again?” questioned Armacon with a small chuckle as he deviated from the
shoreline towards the inland parts of the Eastern continent. He took out a
small compass. “Shinar should be towards that way. I have heard of a king
there…a Naphil warrior tyrant if you will.”
“Hooray for extra sensitive selective hearing from your
mother’s side,” snipped Lotham.
“Hooray that I just don’t blow your stupid tail away,”
Armacon smarted back smiling.
“Whatever oh great warrior of Atlantis.”
Said warrior did not reply; the immense strength in his
legs kept him trekking forwards to find Uruk.
Nobody seemed to notice the new arrival in the busy city;
Armacon had easily scaled the walls using his super human dexterity to avoid
the guards. Being an intergalactic pre-Deluge half-human war veteran did have
its advantages. He was on a mission…a personal mission of justice to stop
Lilitu, the former consort of Helel.
“You know she’s immortal…right?” whispered Lotham. “What
you’re seeking could be revenge. There’s a fine line between revenge and justice
as you well know.”
“She tried to seduce my brothers and me during the wars. I
don’t know who’s a more conniving snake, her or her Fallen offspring. Kartor
gave his life in hopes of stopping her. From the malakhim archives it seems the
tales of the two being one in the same are taking prevalence again,” replied
Armacon, his grip on his sword handle was strong.
It was a good thing he was wearing a hooded robe like the
commoners here. He had to stick in the crowd as much as possible if he was to
end Lilitu and her three fourth’s Naphil son. Gilgamesh had become well known throughout
this place called Mesopotamia, and Armacon knew he was a proud and mighty
tyrant.
He flitted down an alleyway, and heard a small voice in his
head.
We need to meet.
Yes, I understand
sir.
Gabriel the malakh messenger had telepathically contacted
him; he walked into a tavern, and noticed a man with shining blue eyes. It was
his old friend, and combat general from the Galactic Conflicts with the Fallen.
Armacon sat down across from his former comrade, who looked grim.
“I’ve come to bring you a message,” said Gabriel
“Gabe, if it’s about me stopping Gilgamesh and keeping me
from it, I won’t follow through with it and you know it,” snapped Armacon.
Shaking his head with a slight grin, he spoke to Lotham.
“Brash as always I suppose? Refuses to settle down I take it?”
Lotham whispered back, “You could say that, besides why are
you here?”
“Armacon, I just wanted to say, you are blessed. I am not
here to discourage you, but to encourage you. Elohim is planning something soon
here in Uruk. He does not approve of how mankind has been refusing to disperse.
Also, once you defeat Gilgamesh, find Shem; he is the king of a city-state
called Salem, and goes by the name of Melchizedek now. He is the king of peace:
you are to protect him, and when the time comes, you are to protect his
descendant. Also tomorrow at noon, stop the human sacrifices they have planned.
Maybe some theatricality would help,” smiled Gabriel.
The angel got up, and then whispered, “Watch out for
Lilitu. But you know that all too well; it takes a man of high caliber and
faith such as yourself to resist her temptations. I will be here if you need
help. Tell, Esazan hello whenever you return to Atlantis.”
The warrior nodded, and watched his friend vanish on sight.
“You know, most people would freak out at that, but then
again you’re not most people,” Lotham whispered.
“Do you have to give commentary on everything? Sheesh, you
remind me of when I fought with Kartor and Xelbrius on Marzia,” replied
Armacon, after he ordered a mug of beer. “Xelbrius always had to point out the
obvious and state the flaws of our enemies. Still, I wouldn’t trade those times
for anything else, except if half the time it wasn’t their brothers’ forces
trying to slice me into pieces.”
He took his freshly arrived beer, and gulped half the
wooden mug down. It was refreshing to him, and he felt a slight energetic buzz.
Armacon knew this would be all he would drink for today; he had to keep his
wits and a clear mind for this mission.
“I suppose you’re thinking of Lilitu, and calling her a
bitch in your mind?” whispered Lotham.
A burp was Armacon’s reply, and he got up. He thought of
heading into the palace dungeons and freeing the planned human sacrifices to
Lilitu, who had taken up the names Ninsun and Ishtar here. Yet, he knew that
would not be smart; in the morning he would hide himself among the priests
there.
“If things get out of hand, we transform. Understand?”
“Yes, oh mighty master and former protégé,” Lotham
answered. “If you don’t mind I’ll scout out the area.”
“Understood,” replied Armacon walking down an alley. He hid
himself between the wall of the tavern and a mud brick house next to it from
passing guards. He would rest here for the day. Silently thanking Elohim for
His many blessings and grace, Armacon closed his eyes, letting his cloak
camouflage him against the dirty walls. This was one of the few times he would
be able to relax, and relax he did.
Several hours later, Armacon opened his eyes to a midnight
sky. With a quick shake of his head, he wiped away the last vestiges of sleep
in his eyes. He took out a small herb, and swallowed it; it was a plant that
had once grown on Marzia called the ginsou plant. New strength and wakefulness
surged through the Praedaggeranar.
On his shoulder was Lotham who had decided to take a nap;
he thumped his guardian angel bird and hissed, “Hey, I thought malakhs didn’t
sleep.”
“Hey, and I thought all half-humans would be haters of
Elohim,” the bird snarked back.
“Touché, oh great Lotham,” Armacon smarted back echoing his
friend earlier a few hours ago. “I thought earlier about freeing the
sacrifices, but then I considered it’d draw too much attention. Any ideas?”
“Yes, Gilgamesh is nearing completion, and also he has Noah
imprisoned.”
Armacon perked up at that. “How did he get Noah?”
“Apparently from what Noah told me when I talked to him,
Gilgamesh became enraged, and thought
Elohim was some sycophant who grants immortality to a select few.”
“Noah uh? We both know that’s not true. If he’d believe in
the Promise, then he wouldn’t have been dejected.”
“Gilgamesh thinks since he’s three-fourths angel he should
be able to become full immortal. He’s building Babel as a gateway to bring
other Watchers, and possibly even Amankar directly to Earth. He believes with
his elder half-brother’s guidance he can achieve immortality. Also, he believes
in sacrificing Noah, he will be able to please Amankar’s blood thirst once and
for all,” explained Lotham; he and Armacon nearly retched at the thought of
Noah being sacrificed and eaten to the blood thirsty monster who had ravaged
entire worlds.
He was not just one of the born Fallen Ones, he had become
something else entirely. “If that happens, then he’ll also be part human
right?” asked Armacon. Gabriel!
Yes Armacon? Came
the telepathic reply.
Why in the world
didn’t you tell me Gilgamesh had Noah and was planning to use him as a
sacrifice?
Because I’m here
right now rescuing him from prison. Your job is stop Gilgamesh, understood?
Replied Gabriel. There is no need to get
frustrated. Elyon will work a great work in you tomorrow. Just trust Him. Do
you?
Struggling for a minute, Armacon answered, Yes, I do trust Him, and I believe He will
make all things work out.
When the sacrificial
procession starts at noon tomorrow when the sun is high, challenge him to a
contest. He won’t refuse. He’s as arrogant as his brother.
Understood sir. I’ll
give that giant bastard a lesson or two with my gifts from above, smirked
Armacon cracking his knuckles.
That’s the Armacon
ben Abel I know of. Now rest, and wait. Lotham will awaken you at the right
time, Gabriel communicated.
Armacon complied, and nestled himself into an alleyway to
catch a few more winks until Lotham would wake him.
Hard pecks hit Armacon’s head; it was Lotham.
“Damn bird,” Armacon muttered rubbing his head.
“Damn, smart mouth,” quipped Lotham back. “You can face
death on a constant basis, yet if I wake you up it’s the worst pain in the
world.”
“I’m just glad you’re not one of the Talikons’
Morchirkins,” answered Armacon. He looked up at the crystal blue sky; he could
tell by the position of the sun it wasn’t noon yet. Still there were commotions
in Babylon’s streets.
The sound of foot soldiers’ running feet could be heard.
“FIND THAT OLD GEEZER! HE COULDN’T HAVE GONE FAR!” screamed
a captain.
“Let, me guess…Noah?” asked Armacon backing up against a
wall, his hand near his sword.
“Well, it is obvious. They want to sacrifice him,” said
Lotham as his head turned from left to right. “It’s safe now. Come. We have to
get to the tower and stop Gilgamesh.”
“You mean that nimrod?”
“Snarky aren’t you?”
“Yeah I didn’t need that sleep, but that plant due to my
extra sleep has given me almost too much energy. I feel like a turikien could
be in order,” grinned Armacon.
“Ah, yes, that energy heated fist attack.”
“Let’s go Lotty,” replied Armacon, as he leapt up to a
roof. His movements were swift, not only to his half-human heritage, and being
a quarter nymph, and a quarter angel, but due to many years of training.
This feeling was exhilarating; he hadn’t felt this way
since the Galactic War several thousand years ago. Running, Armacon, leapt up and away across to
a street; his lithe body glided along the wind, his cloak billowing out like
wings. Landing cat-like, he followed a trail of soldiers, and then stopped briefly
as Lotham flew above him to guide him to the tower.
It was like a game between the two old friends as they ran
towards the great tower. Today everything would change, and Lilitu would be
imprisoned…hopefully.
Gilgamesh was a nine foot tall warrior king giant of pure
hardened muscle. On his bare body could be seen numerous scars from quests, and
other encounters. Today, he would fulfill his mother’s wish to bring his
brother, the great Amankar to Earth. Gilgamesh and his brother would reign side
by side; behind him stood Lilitu, and beside her, was another female Fallen
that had dubbed herself Ishtar originally to Gilgamesh. The two planned to
breed an angelic human together with one another. A new rank of Naphil was what
they would be; he smiled at the thought of Noah being a sacrifice.
He would have if Noah’s guards had done their stupid job in
guarding the old geezer; his bearded face showed frustration at their
incompetence. “PEOPLE OF URUK! THIS CEREMONY HAS BEEN PUT ON HOLD! Bring the
guards that failed in their job!” he ordered.
A captain of his armies complied, and they rushed off.
Unbeknownst to Gilgamesh his every move was being watched by Armacon. The giant
king looked up into the sky, and noticed there was still time. Still if he
could not sacrifice Noah, he would sacrifice another in his place.
“BRING ME JAPHETH!” shouted Gilgamesh his eyes full of fire
and glee.
Behind him his mother Lilitu, known as Shamash to the
Urukians, appeared behind her son. Her form was stunning, an image of false
beauty that would have evoked the lust of any man there. She stood beside her
son gleaming.
Her hair was jet-black, her skin shone with a strange
light; her lips were painted red, along with her eyelids. The outfit she wore
was very revealing. The false goddess’s gaze flitted across the city, and she
grinned.
“There is one here who seeks to challenge you my son,” she
hissed in Gilgamesh’s ear.
“Indeed mother? Who is this challenger?”
“COME SON OF ABEL IF YOU DARE!” Lilitu shouted across the
city.
Watching from a distance, Lotham had been communicating to
Armacon telepathically about Gilgamesh’s backup plan.
Um, Gabriel, you
didn’t tell me Gilgamesh had Japeth! What is wrong with you? Thought
Armacon in sheer frustration, clenching his fists.
You know Elohim works
in mysterious ways. Go and confront that Naphil fool my young friend, was
the reply.
You do realize I’m
well over a thousand years old, and a veteran of a galactic war unknown to man
right? Armacon quipped to his malak general.
YES! WE BOTH REALIZE
THAT ARMACON! Thought shouted both Gabriel and Lotham at the same time.
Now go kick that
s.o.b’s tail! I’m coming with you! Shouted Lotham.
At that moment, Lilitu shouted for Armacon whom she had
spotted with her supernatural sight and hearing. He gladly complied, and leapt
from rooftop to rooftop; below him, the townspeople looked up in amazement at
the mysterious leaping figure. He paid no attention to them, and he reached the
top of the tower where Japheth was bound, an axe close to the back of his neck.
Stopping, Armacon threw his cloak off, and glared with
anger at Shamash who just grinned.
“Hello, Armacon. It has been so many years since we met,
youngest son of Abel,” she grinned…her lips serpent-like. She flicked her
forked tongue out with pleasure. “Ishtar, why don’t you come and greet this
Praedaggeranar, this half-breed who identifies himself and protects Elohim’s
precious humans?”
His hand instinctively went to his sword, but a new
feminine figure arose, shaking a finger as if she was scolding a child. “Oh my,
he is studly. Is this my sister’s son?”
“What? You and my mother were sisters? Father told me she
was alone,” snarked Armacon.
“Half-sister. Her father was my father, and also mated with
an angelas before she came along. That little half nymph bitch, and her mother
ruined our plans. You sons of Abel have been thorns in our sides protecting the
Seed of Eve for many years now. First Earth then the rest of the planets. My
father and her mother wanted her to be raised as a human. I daresay on another
subject, how is Kartor doing these days?” grinned Ishtar.
“You might not want to do that or little Noah’s son here
will die,” Ishtar continued as she saw Armacon’s fleeting hand go to his sword.
“I came here to stop Gilgamesh. Then I’ll take care of both
of you bitch fallen! Tell me, how’s Helel and his scars from Jaris doing these
days?” answered Armacon, referring to a battle that he, Kartor, Xelbrius, and
his eldest brother had fought in on Marzia, when the Prince of the Fallen
himself had come to oversee his galactic operations.
They knew it was not their place to crush him, but that
didn’t stop Jaris with the ferocity of a lion, in leaving his mark. That battle
had also left Armacon and his two best friends who ironically were Helel’s sons
scarred. Helel despite how evil he was and is, refused to kill them because of
them being his seed. Now before Armacon, was the first of the two consorts of
Helel, also known to some as Belial, and he wanted to imprison them after a
good beating.
Gilgamesh stepped forward, the Necarian king as he was
called, a being three-fourths fallen angel, and one quarter human. That meant
he could still die, Armacon noted to himself, but not as easily as a Naphil or
even Armacon himself. He gulped, but he trusted Elohim to bring him through
this ordeal.
That was the thing, Elohim could use what was intended for
great evil to bring justice and truth and love into a world of darkness. He had
led Armacon here to stop, the evil tyrant who had a one world rebellion at
hand, and not only would attempt to pierce the spiritual part of Earth, but
bring Amankar the Hellion into this world. He had to be stopped.
“Tell me, Praedaggeranar, can you stop me?”
“Maybe,” was the simple reply.
“Then it is a challenge,” answered Gilgamesh.
“Know this, you may have brute strength, but I trust in
Elyon the Creator. In my own strength I am nothing, but He’s guided me through
worse than you. I trained with His malakhs as a child and young adult, you are
but an ant in His sight,” said Armacon as he looked out from the tower and to
the city walls.
“Fine then, say what you will. As of now, I will take your
challenge outside the city walls with all watching. No weapons or armor.”
“Understood,” answered Armacon. “Your hineyest!” He added the last part with sarcasm knowing it’d
irk the giant. He leapt from the tower, through the many roofs in a flash, and
landed outside waiting for Gilgamesh who proclaimed the challenge loudly to all
the citizens.
Dropping
his hooded cloak and Aelcon breastplate with his shirt, Armacon's lean muscles
rippled as the giant king of Uruk snarled in anger upon his arrival.
"Really
midget? Your hineyest? Your mother was a weak whore, who was a goddess but
sided with humans and this Elyon you worship," snarled the giant king.
"True
immortality lies with Elyon, abomination. I may be small but He is my strength.
Now come on you heartless bastard!" The two warriors soared at each other,
their fists connecting, but Armacon's caused a sonic
boom.
The
boom knocked Gilgamesh back; this Praedaggeranar was unlike any foe, including
his friend Enkidu he had ever faced.
In
a swift motion, Armacon had grabbed Gilgamesh's face and kneed him; the knee
kick broke the Necarian’s nose.
Gilgamesh's
large muscles rippled in frustration, but Armacon proved too fast. His fighting
style was different, like it consisted of mere kicks and punches but very
powerful. A simple kick to his back sent Gilgamesh flying into a plateau, the crumbling
rocks cutting his skin.
He shook his head and noticed Armacon's golden eyes were
beginning to glow.
"My mother was a Necangel and not some whore you
bastard. She was half nymph half malakh. Her parents saw their folly and wanted
her to be raised as a human. My grandparents may have been part of the Fallen
but they repented of their mistake, and as an act of faith, let my grandfather
Adam rear her. She has left this planet but her love for humanity still
resonates with me today. My brothers and I swore to wipe out those of you that
would pervert God's chosen creation, and I'm HERE TO FINISH THAT OATH! YOUR
TYRANNY ENDS TODAY GILGAMESH OF URUK! NO MORE HUMAN SACRIFICES! NO MORE YOU
NIMROD! NO MORE BABEL! I AM ALSO A HUMAN, AND THE GLORY OF ELYON IS WITH
ME!"
This
speech infuriated Gilgamesh; he grabbed a huge rock, threw it at his opponent
but a gust of wind that Armacon caused with a wave of his hand split it into
dust. Gilgamesh gulped. He knew the day of his death was upon him.
The ground trembled under the Pre-Delugian war
veteran; despite his own arrogance and failed quest of immortality, fear like
Gilgamesh had never known before swept through him. He realized this man meant
business, and by the heavenly powers that were…he would execute justice.
Babel’s residents were outside the city; the man that
Gilgamesh…no the usurper that had defied their practices and spoke against
their king…who had been meant for execution, had turned the tables. He had
mentioned something about the strength and glory of the One called Elyon being
with him. Gilgamesh was nine feet tall, but this tanned young man with blazing
pure glowing golden eyes was beating their mighty hunter king.
“DAMN IT! DON’T JUST STAND THERE! GIVE ME A WEAPON ALREADY
YOU USELESS MAGGOTS!” snarled Gilgamesh as he ran to the city walls.
Two soldiers frighteningly handed their large battle axes
over. In the palms of their king’s huge hands, they were like hatchets. A
maniacal grin came across the giant king’s face.
“You little bastard, my father was a Naphil, and my mother
one of the goddesses what you call a female Fallen!” grinned Gilgamesh; his
eyes were psychotic.
“Interesting…Lilith’s right hand maiden I believe? The
female angel queen who mated with Helel? Well…this makes things more interesting,”
replied Armacon his eyes calm yet glowing with their golden shine…his black
hair blew in a sudden wind. “I’ll have no regrets in killing you, you
cannibalistic tyrant.”
“HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!”
“Whose mother is the whore now?” grinned Armacon.
The axe blades came spinning at him like a tornado. Dust
kicked up and surrounded the two foes as Gilgamesh spun, and stopped just as
quickly as he’d started. He smirked, but noticed Armacon was on the other side
of him unclenching his fist.
Blood spurted out of the Naphil’s back, and his weapons
fell into small squares. Despite his bleeding back…there was no physical
pain…but a psychological one.
“I thought of using my sword, but decided not to. You may
believe you’re a badass nimrod, but I’ll tell you, there will always be one to
humble you. I have faced worse…among the stars and planets from this great
earthen home of mine. You Nephilim were like cannon fodder in the wars I
fought. You’re just practice; I’m going after your mother next,” spoke Armacon
his eyes glaring in righteous anger.
“Gilgamesh you as a king should serve your people; you as a
Naphil had a chance to protect them from the Fallen’s hordes, and not follow
what others of your blood have done in the past. A real king serves his people
looking out for the best of them, you have done nothing but brought fear and tyranny.
Your tyranny ends today!”
“WHY YOU! UGGH!” Gilgamesh threw up blood and more cuts
appeared all over his body. He fell into blackness, and knew no more.
Armacon had been victorious in his mission to execute
justice. The last people of Babel were no longer slaves, but Armacon knew he
had to take care of that serpentine bitch if he was going to truly free them.
“Lotham…come! It’s time I settled this with Lilitu! That bitch
will pay!” snarled the Praedaggeranar as he strode to the palace.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
The Showdown First chapter's first part
The Showdown
Blood poured down the castle walls as Joseph also
known as Zaraneth the Wandering Warrior stepped inside. He had not come this
far for nothing as he strode into the throne room, and faced the villain, the
purveyor of evil sorcery and dark creatures for two thousand years now.
“Ah, Joses of Nazareth, brother of Yeshua, so interesting
to see you here again. What is this, the third time you have decided to kill
me? Nothing works as you very well know,” said former ancient high priest
Caiaphas. His clothing was a semi-mockery of the ancient levitical priests.
Blood stains and the cries of prisoners were heard.
“This ends now Dracul. You sorry son of a bitch I will
make sure you don’t come back this time even if I have to drag my own body into
Sheol with you. You’re the source of all this terror that has increased in this
millennium. I stand corrected just a small part of it,” spat Joseph as he
clenched his fists.
Caiaphas chuckled at his old nemesis, “Clever, clever
indeed Zaraneth. Your son killed my son, and now father shall kill father. I
like those odds…what is that odious stench?”
Joseph lit a cigarette that reeked of purely ground
coffee and a small amount of hemp. He just glared intensely as he took several
puffs looking like the cool mysterious badass he was. The silence was
infuriating to Caiaphas.
“DO OR SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT! THIS ISN’T ONE OF THOSE
STUPID DO NOTHING MOVIES THIS IS REALITY!”
growled the vampiric priest.
“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking of the best way to
castrate you before I killed you. Whether I should use my daggers or rip them
off with bare hands, because you seem to have lost yours a few hundred years
ago jackass,” grinned Joseph. It was a tactic of his to intimidate his
opponents with this method.
“Interesting Nazare, very interesting. I know your little
ways all too well. You remind me of a puppy my son once had,” replied the
monster.
“What’d you do, drown it then force feed it? By the way
which little bastard of yours are we talking about, Vlad or the ones before him
in ‘Salem?” was the snarky answer.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Wanderer Novella Trilogy
Hello out there to anybody that has bothered to read this blog so far. I am currently in the planning stages of a novella trilogy called Zaraneth the Wanderer. The three titles are going to be based from the fantastic Russell Allen and Jorn Lande albums: The Battle, The Revenge, The Showdown.
This will reveal the story of who Jonathan Near really is, the origins of his hunting down dark creatures, amongst other things I have planned.
I'm will have a thrill ride writing this, and well God help me is all I have to say. P.S. I will be posting The Cyberbird Episode 2 soon enough.
This will reveal the story of who Jonathan Near really is, the origins of his hunting down dark creatures, amongst other things I have planned.
I'm will have a thrill ride writing this, and well God help me is all I have to say. P.S. I will be posting The Cyberbird Episode 2 soon enough.
Monday, March 3, 2014
The Cyberbird Episode One
Episode One-An Armored Angel
His
fist flew into the side of the humanoid reptile knocking it back from a woman
and her children. Its crocodilian face snarled with yellow eyes glowing in
malice as it was thrown up into the air by the metallic figure. Wings flapped
out of nowhere as the warrior’s boots became talons.
“ROAR!” the reptoid snarled with fear
as it was thrown towards a water tower.
The figure shot a Grecian glowing
blade out of his wrist, charged with a white light and flickering golden
electricity. He nosedived, bursting through the creature’s torso, making it
explode. With an easy landing, the hero’s wings retracted, along with a beak
and bird eyes that had covered his black visor.
“Mister?”
“Yes?”
“Who are you?” one of the little boys
he’d saved questioned in amazement.
“What are you?” added the mother
“Some say a cybernetic birdman knight,” he replied.
The young son smiled, and shouted, “No, YOU’RE AN ANGEL! AN
ARMORED ANGEL!”
“Yeah kid, whatever,” said a voice in the visor.
“Let’s get out of here,” another voice replied as the
warrior ran his hand across a small ruby in the centerpiece of his belt which
caused him to float.
The armored “angel” flew into the air, metallic wings
extending once again, and was gone in a flash. About a mile outside of town the
figure landed in a dense forest. Some of his armor gathered together, and flew
out as a metal eagle-hawk hybrid which stared at the figure.
Said figure retracted his visor and now non motif helmet to
reveal a young man of twenty years old and Caucasian descent. His hair was a
dirty brown with hints of blond and eyes of a dull brown; he shook his hair and
ran a hand through it. Sweat drenched his neck.
“Xel, we’ve been at this for two months now, and the guy
Venic you mentioned keeps sending them like a bad strategy or something. Also,
for once I’d like to reveal my identity to the people we save,” said the young
man.
The bird looked at him and spoke, “Yes, I know Aaron… it
can be hard, but you know we cannot be compromised. I dare say, was that the
new kick you’ve been working on? Cause it kind of sucked. Oh, also I believe
Venic may just be drawing us out in the open, because he knows we have no other
choice but to save lives.”
“Hardy har har. At least I’m not a cybernetic bird part of
an ancient armor. You never did tell me the full story of how you came here. I
mean I remember meeting you, and almost dying, and you turned into what you are
now Xelbrius,” replied Aaron.
Xelbrius’s hawk eyes viewed Aaron stoically. “Maybe I don’t
have to my young padawan,” Xel replied with a strong drip of sarcasm.
“Ha ha. I’m gonna have to tell, Henrick to quit letting you
watch Star Wars. I still think
Episode Three is the best out of all the prequels,” answered Aaron.
“Yes, and believe me I’ve seen stranger things than that.
Do you even remember how we met?”
“Yeah,” replied Aaron. “The day I began to share a
telepathic link with a warrior trapped as a biomechanical bird.”
He started to sit down, then realized he was still in the
light armor suit which if his helmet was enclosed would have been a back and
chest plate, silver greaves, and the wrist blade from earlier. His right hand,
slid back a small part on the suit’s belt buckle, and he pressed a small
switch. The belt retracted into a normal one along with the suit going inside.
“Compact tech. I love it. Glad nobody else knows about,”
laughed Aaron.
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. It’s pretty well known
in the circles I’ve traveled in. Ancient tech it is, and learn its
specifications you must,” said Xelbrius in a fake Yoda voice.
“Seriously, your movie watching time needs to take a
break,” answered Aaron as he sat down on the cool grass now wearing a pair of
blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and sandals. “Enjoy nature, live real, be
real.”
“I am real or have you forgotten?” said Xel waddling
towards his friend’s shoulders. “Never did I think, I would be friends with a
fired college drop out.”
“Yeah, never did I think I’d be like a freaking Kamen Rider
or Guyver guy fighting evil demonic creations.”
“Guess, we’re in the same boat, and I will show how I was
awakened.”
“Yep, two months
ago, who could have known…” Aaron trailed off, as his eyes closed along with
Xel’s both sharing their minds.
An Unknown Time Before
He woke up;
wires ran to and from his body now on a medical table. His first natural
instinct was to panic; but he knew he had to qualm that fear. “Where am I?”
said the man as he tried to get up.
His body wouldn’t let him and he saw
that he was still in his battle armor. “Arcon, Armacon where are you?
There’s…wait a minute. This isn’t Atlantis. How in the..”
“Good, glad you’re awake finally. It
has been many years since I have seen a knight such as yourself with a few
exceptions here and there,” said a suited man walking into the room. “It has
been too long Xelbrius.”
Xel shook his head; why did this man
look so familiar? His beard was trim along with his hair, heck everything. In
fact he wore some kind of strange clothing.
“You do not remember me, I am Venic
one of the Kanor Mages from Atlantis.”
“I still don’t get it. Why am I here?
Did you not face trial in Atlantis for terror?” replied Xelbrius.
“Ahh, I see you’re still stuck in the
old days my friend. A Necangel such as yourself to have compassion for others
is very interesting indeed. You see we have been experimenting for years using
your body as a basis, Xelbrius…nanotechnology,” laughed Venic.
“There’s a still a few things you need
to catch up on. I’m surprised you’re awake like you are right now. You see,
Atlantis is now a barren wasteland with great cold known as Antarctica, and my
brother and others of Cainor’s pact, well they run the world now with of course
somebody kind of late to the show. The Illuminated Ones they call themselves or
known to what many dub, conspiracists, the Illuminati.”
Still groggy, Xel shook his head
again, and asked, “Why would you want to copy my body?”
Venic smiled, and explained with a
flourish, “I have my reasons. I am more than human, much like you am I right?”
“I couldn’t help how I was born or
what I was born from, but my allegiance belongs to the Elohim,” he replied as
he felt strength going through his arms.
“Really, and why then can you not
break free son of the Fallen? I have learned since Atlantis, you can only be
temporarily humanoid,” sneered Venic, his eyes flashing yellow. “I can make you
free again if you change your mind. You were an ignorant betrayer before; I
don’t see why this is any different. Enjoy your rest Xelbrius, former Knight of
Atlantis.”
Venic left and Xelbrius wondered what
to do. “What does he mean only temporarily humanoid?” he wondered. Then he felt
it, a pain he could not describe. He saw his arms shrinking, and mutating into
something else, like wings.
“Oh, by the way, if you remain human
too long and resist the changes…I know you’ll die. Ha ha, and don’t even think
of trying to escape. We have invisible shock and laser lines everywhere that
will destroy you or anybody that tries to leave other than an authority such as
myself. Ta ta,” Venic quipped before closing the door.
The pain continued to rush through
Xelbrius as tears rushed from his eyes. He tried to resist the change, and he
felt his chest hurt. “Damn you, hell spawn. You’ll pay for this…” he whispered
as he closed his eyes in torment.
The Present
Sitting up, Aaron had to clear his
head; Xel’s images of how he had awakened haunted him. “What did Venic mean by son of the Fallen, Xel?” he inquired.
“In my human form…well I’m not human
my dear chap,” said Xel in an imitation british tone.
“Ok, Mister Ancient Atlantean Knight
Bird Man, explain please. In case you didn’t know, I’ve never read about this
stuff in the text books.”
Xelbrius grinned, the best way he
could as a bird anyway. His dark eyes gave off the essence of deep thought
before replying, “Well, I’m actually the son of the one you call the devil, and
one of his two ancient consorts, Lilitu, the first female Fallen. His other was
the Nymph, Lilith, and the two were so similar in legends they became one in the
same.”
“See I believed in the promise of the
Messiah, and well, Necangel is a term used for a redeemed second-generation
Fallen angel. I was born after the Rebellion, so I was given a choice, but the
first twenty something years of my life I had no idea of my true heritage
thanks to the kind Marzians that reared my brother Kartor and I. The reason I’m in this form is well, I
ignorantly betrayed the Kartarkian Knights in their final battle against an
enemy of Atlantis. As a consequence of my ignorance, I lost my natural ability
to be in a human form for long periods of time.”
Aaron scratched his head at the
explanation, and sighed as he laid his head back down. “To be honest, I’m not a
religious person, but I do believe in Jesus. I think that whole Son of God
stuff is pretty nifty.”
“Ah yes, the Messiah. You don’t seem
like the religious type.”
“You don’t seem like the son of the
devil or a Fallen Angel.”
“Touché.”
“Why do I get the feeling that a
similar conversation took place before just between two different people, like
the one we’re having?”
“No idea. Are you ready to learn
more?” asked Xelbrius as his seedy eyes gazed at the sky.
“Not right now. We should get back to
the Doc and see what he has to say,” said Aaron, as he got up and stretched. He
flexed his muscles; before he had been just a regular skinny nerd, but ever
since he and Xelbrius had become friends and fellow warriors, his strength and
natural reflexes had increased three fold.
He figured it probably had to do with
his and Xelbrius’s bond together. Also the extensive workouts and training the
Doc put him through had helped change his physique. Aaron felt better about his
own life, except when it came to the matter of family; his family viewed him as
a dropout idiot failure.
Xelbrius seemed to have read Aaron’s
thoughts because he asked after they transformed again and were gliding in the
air at top speed. “Aaron,” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“Why are you ashamed to talk to your
father?”
“He thinks I’m a failure and
disappointment,” said Aaron, guilt gnawing at him.
“Well, look at it this way, at least
you’re not a second generation Fallen born from the loins of the prince of
darkness,” laughed Xelbrius. “You know I’m serious.”
“Why do I get the feeling certain
people would call you an unforgivable Hell Spawn if they knew of us? You can’t
help your parentage,” answered Aaron. “I’ve read stuff about the Nephilim,
offspring of the ones called the Watchers, do you think they had a choice?”
“Yes. You can’t help who you’re born
to, but you can choose to believe or not believe in the One who loves. It’s not
the blood but who you choose that matters,” said Xelbrius.
The bonded warriors leaned slightly to
the left on a huge gust of wind. Aaron’s visor was scanning the ground below
looking for any hidden Reptoids. So far so good. He flew in a flash past the
forest, when Xelbrius gave a telepathic shock.
He stopped; below them was a car with
a Reptoid on top; causing the driver to swerve in and out, hitting the rails of
the bridge. It licked its lips…its large alligator head snarling for blood, and
letting out a roar. Several police cars were following at top speed but the
driving proved tricky.
“Time for work?” grinned Aaron under
his helmet.
“Yeah, time for work,” was the
enthusiastic reply. “Make it quick?”
“You got it.”
With a quick flick of his wrists, small talon
like tips came to Aaron’s metal gauntlets and gloves. He shot down, with
Xelbrius adding extra speed; they grabbed the creature, and stopped the car
before it crashed through the railing. The traffic stopped, as the drivers got
out, looking at this mysterious armored angelic figure.
Aaron walked forward, and got into a
basic karate stance. “What classification is it?”
“It’s an Allocroc. I remember back in
Atlantis, Venic created these creatures to be the most savage inhuman soldiers
he could sell to certain forces. Don’t worry about the history of it Anders,
just FIGHT!”
Distracted momentarily by Xelbrius’s
explanation, Aaron felt a large tail whip him to the railing. His armor stopped
the pain yet that did not prevent Aaron’s body from breaking the bridge’s
railing. He immediately leapt forward, with his fists clenched gazing at the
Allocroc; it was a hybrid made from Allosaurus, alligator and crocodile DNA.
How that was possible, well he’d find out later, he just knew that people
needed protecting.
“Come at me you scaly lizard!” Aaron
grimaced.
The Allocroc complied, and its seven
foot tall reptilian body leapt with the dexterity of an iguana snatching its
prey. With a clenched fist, Aaron opened the center of his belt, and orange-red
light surrounded said fist. He leapt, and literally punched a hole into his
opponent with Xelbrius chanting, “You can do it! You can win!”
Reptilian eyes peered down in fear as
the monstrous reptile’s midsection was blown through. It fell down, split in
half and dead, its blood burned away. Police cars stopped, and all the
pedestrians got out, just then a blood curling scream was heard. Aaron ran on
instinct, and Xelbrius threw his wings out as they dived over the bridge.
The metallic wings flapped, and Aaron
caught the young lady in time five feet from hitting the river. He recognized
her as an old high school friend he’d once had a crush on. He gazed at her pale
white face through his visor; Xelbrius said nothing telepathically to him as
they shot back up, and Aaron laid her gently on the pavement.
Down and away, a typical impatient
redneck truck driver shouted profanely, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON DOWN THERE!
MOVE IT DAMN IT! I’VE GOT A DELIVERY TO MAKE IN TWENTY MINUTES YOU DAMN SLOW
MOVING-”
Aaron appeared in front of the beefy
man in a flash, and the helmet disguising his voice said, “I just saved a ton
of lives you ungrateful twit. Maybe I should throw you off the bridge! It’d be
nothing to me.”
Since he was floating in the air and
the energy from Aaron’s belt surrounded him the man thought he was looking at
an angel.
“Wh-what are you?” stuttered the
ingrate brown eyes terrified.
“Get some exercise and quit eating so
much fatty,” said Aaron as he punched the eighteen wheeler’s engine in
frustration. It broke and crushed the whole front end.
XB,
let’s go!
Gotcha Anders!
The winged knight shot off into the
sky and disappeared in a flash.
“W-was that-” the ingrate stuttered in
awe.
“An armored angel who saved me,” said
the girl stumbling over with a smile. “An armored angel who saved us all. By
the way sir you need a bath.”
The ingrate ignored the girl as they
gazed into the sky not knowing that Aaron Anders and his bird bodied friend
were headed off to meet with the one they called the Doc.
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