2 Book II The Fall of Civilization
The overview of this cities engulfed in smoke, choked the life of all that once lived so freely. The sky rained with brimstone on all those who were not shelter causing all human flesh to melt away into sores and popping blisters. In this chaotic scene many people sought out shelter in the building that were now set ablaze. There was no escape this cape of the damn, that spread over the civilization of man. Screams could be heard from all parts of the world, for this was only the beginning in this orchestra of destruction. The earth began to part as the creatures from the depth began to crawl from the circles of hell, some of human figures and other demonic creature that were mutilated into horrific image. Streets were filled with terror as all types of beasts leaped onto the humans, ripping their flesh and eating them raw. Other demons moved in the shadows to possessed the humans that they came upon, with their yellow lizard like eyes they now controlled the flesh of the walking man. And so, the onslaught of their evil desires burned within, spreading the fire to other homes and building anyway possible.
In the mist of the flame and fumes of burnt human flesh, a pair of sadden crystal eyes looked on, eyes of an immortal being who would never face his end. His Caribbean water like eyes look down from the Torre Eurosky, casting his evil sight on to all the city filled with flames and ashes. This immortal man was covered in a navy-blue robe, with gold trims, his hood hung low and only his pearl like eyes gaze on to the blaze of this human civilization.
Torre Euro sky stood high in the mist of smoke and fire, looming down on this once holy city; but now the building top floor was where The Elite began their reign, followed by the evil hearted humans who wanted to grasp part of this new dark world. In the final floor of the tower was use as social gathering, in the center of the vast room stretch a long table, made of an ancient forbidden tree of the forbidden fruit. This table, traced the origin of man to where they stand now. The seat filled with humans like beings all intoxicated with alcoholic mix with blood, they drank in jest, while the table filled with wooden plates and luxurious utensil. These evil-minded figures sang demonic songs that made the blood dance in their cups. For accepting the darkness, they were given a mark and beauty beyond time, but their eyes could not cover the evil in their malice heart, that was nourish by this unholy abyss…
While chaos brewed outside, a big feast was beginning to set off in the Torre Euro sky. The spacy hall was made out of four pillars erected and ten meters apart from the both side of the long ancient table, giving off sense of vastness. The massive pillars were linked with arcs that pointed upward to the darken crimson sky, this held the gothic roof stable. Between the arcs there where small stain glass windows, that all together moved in motion telling the stories of the outside world and what was happening: it foretold what which will pass. The marble pillar all included massive torches that lit the room in an ironically warm setting and shed light on all the ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphs that wrapped around the eight marble pillars with ruby red color drawing, telling a long ancient mystery. Between these pillars, hung banners of crimson red nearly touching the marble floor. The white floor was smooth and mirrored the image of all who walked up on it. Now the ancient room was filled with evil minded figures, who welcome the distant horrible screams of the once living.
The dark navy cloak being, had broad shoulder and his robe dragged behind him, as he made way back to the main banquet hall leaving the balcony, slowly the rising flame that painted the back drop of the once thriving Vatican City. Walking ever so slowly, he passed the large giant glass door that open to the will of his mind. The glass door with long echoing sound, closed behind him, and front of him was a large cracked altar, that had an over view of the whole banquet.
The broad shoulder figure passed on the right side of the cracked altar and walked down a couple of steps, slowly he removed his hood showing his attract face with a short beard that was neatly trimmed. His hair was short pure black, that complemented his slight narrow face. But what stood out were his eyes that seem to be like the color of the purest water. Addressing this craze masses.
"We have traveled through time on to this era, we have lived many years in this solid distaste of a world, now by the power that was given to us… It is time to bend this new world to its knees, I look on to my partners and breathe heavily that this is our time and the human world is no more. The darkness that once was whispered is now at peak and it seeks all living things to bend to Its' will. I look on from here and see all who accepted the mark, and by doing so, you have given into this world and you who foam at mouth for power will be given all that you evil heart desires. What is evil… if not the last state of man's evolution!!"
Saying this he spread his arm outward, and the masses cheered with great effort, the room filled with load roars, as if a pack of wild caged lions sought out freedom. As he closed his arm he pointed to his right, and on the right side of the room between the four pillars, another being with a greenish cloak with gold trim, who slowly pulled back the draping hood.
As the hood shed, it gave way to a beauty that was not parallel by any other woman, her sleek fair pale skin was smooth with no error, her light green eyes gave a sense of nature at its peak. While her autumn hair braided as one, fell low to her hips. She was tall and crossed her arms, showing a collection of golden bracelets. With a steady and soothing voice, she began to recite.
"We have traveled through time on to this era, we have lived many years in this solid distaste of a world, now by the power that was given to us… It is time to shape a new dark world, to create an era of chaos. What is chaos without opportunity. For century man has struggle with good and evil, but what is good if not a state that the mind deems right, or what is evil if not a state that mind deems wrong. So basically, it is all the state of mind and how we view the world. So now we give to you the power to do what you will, a place where evil and good are melted as one. A new philosophy of chaos, the one who lives in this new plain, will see all that the power of mind can achieve. Let go of your inner scale, that balance between good and evil. For now, the world has ended and all will be mix as one, the trail of mankind is no more… All living and non, will live in darkness, the abyss where your mind can create what you will. Know that the final stage is darkness, accept all and take all, for all this is and ever will be!"
She stretched her arms outward, giving way of the sound clattering jewelries, that all who heard fill into a hypnotic state. A few second passed and the masses began to scream and shout. Male and female were capture by her everlasting beauty and all desire her beauty; giving off their inner most barbaric urges… She looked on with her light greenish eyes passed the feast to the opposite side, there stood a man in a red robe with gold trim, outline a muscular frame.
Slowly this giant muscular man pulled down his hood, giving way to a man with sculptured face, with a long dirty blond beard that hung to the end of his throat. While the top of his semi curled hair was tied in a ponytail and the rest hang low passed his shoulder. His eyes were dark brown, all together he mirrored a Viking who yearn for battle.
"Silence!!!" his brute voice echoed throughout the hall… He cleared his throat and began to pour out his words. "We have traveled through time on to this era, we have lived many years in this solid distaste of a world, now by the power that was given to us… We will bring down all who try to come between us in our path for a dark world, a place where blunt force rules all. My fist will crush any resistance!!!" As he said this, his firm dark hand made a fist, showing off an ancient ring of gold with a black ruby. He slowly extended his fist to all to see. Pressing harder and harder, dark blood began escape his fingers onto the white floor making a big contrast between the two colors…
With even a harder tone he spoke, "There is no more pain in this world for us, this life you see the flows from my hand is a means of control. I have bled all my lives now, there is relief from this sorrow. This crumbling world will fall for now it is the dawn of man, the desolate winter of mankind. We will rebuild a new world that best fits our need. No more will be divided by different beliefs, we well all do what is in our heart and by force we will shape this era from bones of the weak, non will stand in our way. So, follows us in to a new time!!!"
The multitude rose to their feet, raising their overflowing cups clashing one by one to each other. All fell into their evil desire and look on to each other in unholy pack. Cheers gave way to greedy laughter. All look back to the man in the navy-blue robe, now at the head of the table. He signaled his servant near the exit of the hall with his right hand.
"To finalize this treaty of this new era, we will drink together fresh life…" He said this reaching for a chalice cup. Then he glanced on to his servant at the entrance of the hall, with pride and obedience nodded.
With sudden sound of lowering chains, the great chandelier began to lower. The great chandelier was made out of animals bones that was riddle with thick lit milted candles, it lowered to the center of this forbidden table. Giving off a sight of a half-naked girl about fifteen years of age, hanging by butcher hooks. Still in her school cloths, yet her dirty white t-shirt was torn in half hanging of each elbow. Two hooks held her shoulder muscle, and the other two hooks pierce through each wrist, all with dried blood as if been hung hours ago. The hot wax melted down from her neck to her under developed chest, her pare feet dangled a few feet off the table. This horrific sight did not waver the masses, but ignite a deep evil desire, as if predator that corner its prey and waiting for the kill.
The man in the red robe walked to the center of the table, and began to speak to the girl hang off the chandelier…
"Wake… wake child, and see with your eyes the sight of this new era…" But to no reaction, the girl of dirty blond hair that covered her face did not move nor show signs of life. Slowly the man pulled from under his red robe, a long medieval sword that had ancient writing down the center of the sword, forge by a might god; it gleamed radiant light on all who gazed up on this masterpiece. It was almost the length of his body and he kept hidden strapped to his back, and was well covered by his long robe. With his strong forearm, he raises the mighty sword, and with the sharpened tip slowly dug next to the right wrist where the rusty hook curled up.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!.... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!....," the young girl wailed raising head upward, showing her eyes tearing up and began slowly rolling down her young cheeks. Grinding little by little, he repeated this process. Forcing this broken girl to scream to the point of cracking screech, as if the pain was so intense that her young lungs forgot to breath in air to release a lasting scream. His eyes did not show emotion to this torture, and once he saw that frail body was live again he ever so slowly remove the tip of the sword, so adding more to the pain. A blood began to dripped on to the wooden table. Which each drop, all watch with an intoxicated look, hypnotized by every little splash of bright red that colored the table.
"Help... Help… Please help… Please help me!... Why doesn't anybody help me…?" the young girl frantically squeals, moving her head side to side, looking upward finally noticing the hot wax fall burning the side of her neck little by little. She began to shake in panic and the rusty hooks on her back dug even more causing to unleash a banshee of a scream, that led her to cry with no end. While all around her they began to be entertain by this sight, and giggled and laughed out loud… "Help me…. For the love of God help me...!" with a big breath she shouted.
"No!" Interrupting with strong dark voice that echoed all through the great hall, all came to a dead silence. Then the man with the neatly trim beard, swung up his dark navy-blue robe, in his right hand held a chalice cup and with his left he pulled out a dagger with twin blades with a golden handle and at the end an oranges-red ruby surround by small golden spike, like a setting sun. Making his way left around the long table, he began tapping the blades of his dagger on the rim of the old chalice and began to speak.
"God will not save you… Nor any god will save you. Do you not see young soul, that your world is of no more, it has fallen and now is discarded to us. You bear a wooden cross, to belief in something that will never aid you is a misfortunate," saying this with a soothing voice. He stretched his knife and pointed to the wooden cross hanging on by black thread that was soaked with her blood.
"Wwwha…wwwwhaatttt?" she muttered in confused state looking down to her holy cross dangling in front of her bare chest. She gazed back at him with a look of despair and began to open her mouth slowly.
"Before you begin, let make take the time to enlighten you on all this…" he slowly crept closer in an uncanny calm manner.
"The world that you remember has been erased from time or will be, what we are here for is unity of a new force, welcoming this final era. All that you have learn from history, religion, science, etc. Was all a propaganda to cover up the real world, look around you. Take the time to look around." He said ordering her.
The small girl dangling slightly above the center of the table, looked around with her teary eyes, her slightly round face was covered by her dirty blond hair. Looking side to side, she saw many races of women and men all beautiful in their nature, but their stare hid something off and dark. She swallowed a little of her saliva because her throat was dry. Her body ache and as she cried in soft tone. She realized that no one will come to her aide, and she look with terror at the man with the dagger who was already on the right side of her, moving towards the other man who had pierced her with his sword.
"Do you see now? You finally realize that nobody is going to help you and perhaps there was never anyone…. Maybe a belief, a fake belief that all mankind engraved in each other's mind. So, they can live a happy better life, and wake up tomorrow thinking highly of themselves. With your pure blood we will honor our treaty and bring in this new tomorrow. Where all is all!"
He then stopped tapping the knife, looked her in the eyes and slowly moved all the stuff from the table. He sat to get closer to her hanging body and with his left hand plunge the twin dagger into her right thigh causing her to scream agony. With the dagger encased to her fair flesh, he dug deeper, tearing her flesh, at same time slightly placing the chalice under the torn flesh, collecting all the blooded that oozed forth. He then pulled the chalice to his lips and drank the blood that he collected, his crystal blue eyes scanned the hall as he passed his tongue over his top lip where the beard had left bloody flavor. Signaling his other partner to do the same.
The beauty of all beauty was next, she pulled out a knife from under her left wrist, small in nature but extremely sharp. Rolling up her sleeves, letting her golden jewelry jingle its melody of terror, she stood on the table, her height made her slightly look down on this small girl as she hanged. She pressed her knife against the right side above the small girl clavicle, as she cut deep. The small girl began to cry harder as blood streamed down her small breast, meanwhile this beauty ran her tongue up her small bare chest to the origin where she sucked out blood till her heart was content. With blood on her lips, and some sliding down the right side of her mouth. She grabbed the jittering girls face with her left hand, her green eyes look deep into the young girl light almond eyes and said with soft but firm voice.
"Look at me… look at death and smile, your blood will nourish us to unite us all in the fall of man." With this she pressed her lushes' lips cover in blood against her thin lips of the young girl, who struggled to get her mouth free but this only cause the beauty of beauty to push her adult tongue down her mouth. Her left hand squeezed tighter and push the young girl face away from her with a jerk, cause the chandelier to jiggle the sound of bones. She stood looked down on all who desire her and place her small knife under her left wrist and wrapped herself with her robe, with her arms folded together she step down from the table on to the chair and back to marble white floor. She glided passed the man in dark navy-blue robe and look deep into his crystal blue eyes as if declaring a statement.
From the back ground the man with long epic sword plunged into the opened torched torso of the young girl, causing the small girl come to her end with long waling screams. Slowly pulling out the blade he took the topic blade and licking the rare blade dry of the innocent blood. She hung with her stomach torn open, blood began to come in a rush every time she took her lasting breath.
While all this was happening, the man in the navy-blue robe looked deep into the beauty of beauty special green eyes. A glance as if the two had played game of chess that took years to finish and the final result was a stale mate. Her sight was fix on his crystal blue eyes, making her way to the right side of him. He felt her eyes dig deep into him, like hawk scans the field for prey. The hawk's stare far into him, waiting and waiting. They snapped out of their connection when the small dirty blond girl screamed her final pitch as her intestine began to come hurling forth from the gaping long sword gash. Her inside splatter on the table with all blood, bile and inner juices. Making a pool of blood cover the center of the table that began to crawl to the end of this evil table to trip on to the white marble floor.
"Feast on her and rejoice are unity, and welcome in this new era," The crystal blue eyed man said this as he gave his back to the crowed, as if mind was stuck in the next type of business. The beautiful crowed began to fight for pieces of this sacrifice. Like a back a wild dog, they tore into the body with their hands, nail, forks, knife; anything that would reduce their unstoppable craving for this innocent flesh. Mutilating the small frail body, jerking hard until her body last flesh was tearing of the four hooks, slamming the rest of her remain on the table. All began to take away of what was left, all these new beings feasting on top of the long wooden table. Couple dozen tore through this small girl in matter of seconds, leaving nothing but a wooden cross with its black rope floating in the blood, pieces of bone and gray matter…
***
The once holy city was being engulf by the darkness, the smell a burnt flesh roamed through the eerie ashy sky. Building, houses had begun to dwindle with once blazed city, the road filled with black burned cars exploded by the flood of fire the drench the city.
North from the Torre Eurosky, center of Rome laid horrible site of rubble surrounding Saint Peter Square. The sound of drunk shouting and howling filled the square, small groups here and there spat down on the ground, all bearing the mark they were branded, the contrast of unholy behavior and of their untouchable beauty. All females dance erotically over burnet bodies with their bare feet, while the male drank and sending of fornicating jester, that all the beauty giggled with acceptance. The square began in a festival state, dance in their drunk sway under Her Moon Light of miscarriage. Many other entities of deadly nature search the rubble for more flesh not acting or showing entrance on any who bore the mark of anarchy. The creature crawled on all four and some slither on the belly through the cracks and massive rocks that crushed families in one fall. These creatures of unknown origin would feast on the flesh of that laid riddle with flies and maggots. This was only the begin of this dark world, that seems as if the Sun disappear from the sight of mankind.
A creature of ungodly origin began searching the left of the square, which was nothing but rubble, the creature had two horns and had three eyes, with a long dog like snout, with massive over bite. The beast skin was covered grey hair and all his upper hind hang chains and hooks. On all four the beast size of mini bus searched, tossing aside rocks and burnt furniture, frantically look like addicted to the flesh like a junkie. Hour pass and pass and this creature kept his search while all beautiful beings began to converge in massive orgy of lust and pleasure. The grey turned over a rock that encased a small like cave, in this was two adult bodies that now where but dark chalk black bone hugging as if covering something. And with loud blast moist foal air from his nose, the two bodies began to break and crumble in to black ash. Revealing a young girl in her teens, her hair burnet semi curled hair was cover in ashes of her parents who try to protect her from the flames, that engulf the building that they sought shelter in. On fetal position, her gray eyes look into the beast, her breath was steady and before she could scream the beast move with haste and wrapped his massive left paw that grasp her tighter and tighter from her chest down to her legs. The beast on three legs on top of the rubble began to squeeze tighter with a roar it gave. The moon, shining bright gave off an evil backdrop of her struggles. Her arms were moving and a panicky state. Her ribs were starting to give in on her lungs, she looked all around with her slight filled face, but her sight began dim; searching for anything to break her free, digging deep for a last-minute boast strength to set her free. Stretching her hand outward beyond anything, cause her finger and thumb to spark bright star on each tip. The spark burned brighter as her eyes force to close with the more pain she received, with the last ounce she gripped hard on the left arm of the beast, holding tight on gray main.
As her hand touched this diabolic beast, it was engulfed with hell fire, instantly releasing the beast evil grip with howl that rose to the fumes of the sky. This ghastly inbred began tumbling down the rubble, on to the left side of the square. Thrashing in pain, it began rolling in unholy position, trying to shake the hell fire that was consuming away at its raw flesh.
This young lady fell on to the rubble, in shock she began breathing harder and harder, like breathing in fresh sea air for the first time. As if this cursed air gave her a second life, to reach a point where her breath was her last. She inhaled the stank air again as if a gift from God. Looking about in a daze, she gathered herself together, and began stumbling east, make way through the left side of the rubble not to be notice by the festival that turn to a festering orgy so lust full that the beast burning body, just add to song and dance. Slipping away into the darkness, heading down a long road called Via Della Conciliazione to a fate unknown. She thought she was in a nightmare that she could not wake from, but if this was the only nightmare she had, where she could actually run when she wanted to… Causing to realize the unholy truth…
***
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," screamed out a young lady who held her head with gentle peach colored hand, she wrestles in her bed back in forth. Seeing a five-pointed star burn bright into her mind. The screams echo her vast circular room that was surrounded by arches with height that reach to sky with no ceiling to cover this sacred place, where this holy lady slept in the center of the vast room, in a giant circular bed. She rolled around in pain engulfing herself in the multi-color sheets, that wrapped around her busty fit body. In agony she tried to call out, but her mouth would otter any word except, more screams came with her pain.
She began dangling of the bed and start to fall, but was swiftly cradle by a lean man, who held her tight with his arms; with a firm voice ask her.
"My Princess of the Stars, what ills you, that has made you reach this point." Saying this he gently brushed her long changing colored hair that was turning into to fire red of passion and heat.
"I... I… I see a five-pointed star, that scars my mind. Not of this realm or time, and crimes of malice heart, that make this star burn bright in the dark. I... I can feel this five-pointed star with faint exhausted life. I cannot get the image of the star out my mind, that blind my sight. Where are you my faithful Cathasach of the Star ever so vigilant?" Saying this, her gentle hand moved upward in her blind state in search of his face.
"Here I am my Princess…" he said this while grabbing hand gentle soft touch that did not mix with his hands of hard work, of labor.
"Let me feel your face, so I can feel your sight therefore I can but this mind at rest, from this crest of blinding light…"
"But my lady…" but her hand forced Its way up to his face, young but rugged. He was a man that did not concern the sight of another woman, he held his post alone beside his star.
"Your honest face… is putting my mind at rest, I can always rely on you to be honest with your sight, you are the force that wield the star and you are the one that guards me into the right path, we live in realm of constant peace but we like the other know, that around us is always in a state movement and chaos. It is up to us to help bring things in an order that many are not willing to mingle…" she replied. Settling herself on the marble white floor, that reflected the vast whirls of swirls of hazel orange and blue that grasp on upward to the Sea of Dreams. This sea of crystal-clear water that reflect all the known dreams of the universe, ever so gentle it showed dreams of happiness and peace. For this holy water was a medium to transfer peace and happiness on to the multiverse. Young maiden circle under the sea to see the dream and with long oars would stir the still water for more dreams, this maiden where call The Watchers. Their passion is to help the dreamer travel beyond themselves and back again in the winds of time. The Watcher with the gift of levitation, all dress in long hanging pure stitched by the ancient elder women, who gave no end to the dress, like a dancer of white sheets they hover next to The Sea of Dream to protect the unprotected.
Seeing the beauty above her, she gentle untangle herself from the sheets and expose her natural body. Cathasach seeing this looked away and pulled a sheet to cover her upper body, then she slowly sat naked in a cradle position, he noticed that the princess was lost in thought. With nerving silence, his gentle breath made way to the business at hand.
"My Lady your orders."
The princess wrapped herself with a light blue sheet and stood wobbling up as if still shaking from the sight of the star, gentle rubbing her eyes with her right hand, exposing her forearm with constellation rotating as if a moving tattoo. And with her left hand she held a firm grip on the sheet together as if not to expose herself again. Her sight began to let in light and she saw her fast room for the first time since all the darkness. Feeling an order in her mind, with her sight back. The light from The Three Suns of Bion, where gentle with the vision of all. She stalled a moment and then turn to Cathasach with a firm look, exposing her eyes that were mixed in colored and always changing, like her hair; which was now was glittering like those stars of the night.
"My warrior of the star, now we reunite with The Counsel of Seven, send the word to The Princess of the Wise; she will set it in motion. We must not wait; I have never felt this shift in power into a new star." She turned and look at the right side of room, away from Cathasach and falling back into deep in thought.
"Yes my lady." He bowed and he walked away to his left side, from the princess toward where the stairs wrapped around the pinnacle of this castle. His stern dark face was firm making way to his firm straight nose and strong jaw that seem to be like constantly grinding his teeth. He knew that The Counsel of Seven, reunited when issue of maxim importance was at hand. Walking quickly made his semi curly black hair shift against all the white back drop. As he arrived to the stairs he looked back once more, and saw The Princess of The Star stand on the right side of the bed looking up ward searching for answer within the stars.
Making way down the circle stair case that gentle embrace this tower of the star, he passed his studies that was directly under where the Princess of the Star slept. His mind faded into memories, where the princess helped him grasp the meaning of the words and stars. He was not born of simple class; he was only a little boy a dreamer that his life dream was to protect The Princess of the Star. Only elite warrior class were allowed to enter the training and studies tournament to gain the honor to guard one of the seven. But his memories he was only part of the town and handle all the trade his father did from homemade goods. His dreams to grow stronger and stronger, for he felt that the stars where speaking to him and he wanted a chance to gaze upon the princess and respectfully guide her. His dreams where all he had in those days. As time pass, Cathasch became a young adult, and he slept has last dream of him in the princess side by side, with this he was visited by a beauty that he had never seen. Till this day she remembered her splendor long dark black slick hair and with light tan skin and light green eyes. Tall in her beauty she wore a tight long white dress, and she address him that night with her hand with platinum jewelry that jingle a dreamful dream, while it jingled. She spoke with soothing voice and told me that she was oars woman to your hidden dreams.
"The Watcher am I; we are one and we are many." That phrase he remembers after all this time and she told all that he wanted and gave him a black scroll with a rainbow-colored seal. Invitation to enter in the training and study and the academy that would lead to the tournament for The Princess of the Star personal body guard and guided…
"We will see if the dreams I saw, has a light in it. I have broken a law here touching ground. But I have stirred meaning dreams and I see hope and love in your young heart, future time will need this." Her angelic smile gave way to these last words, remembering my small room on the second floor, she gentle went out the window and took flight with here long white dress chasing after her.
He snapped back to the hour at hand, for he was now on the long balcony, long and width and length, it could pass for an epic hall but without the arches or ceiling and at the very end was a waterfall that pour up to The Sea of Dreams, for there was celestial river that pass through all the seven castles, this sacred river of unknown origin pour all the energy pure while light in to this hypnotic sea.
He walked in the fast pace and saw the vastness of the kingdom of The Seven Princess all could see the beauty of the mist that and clouds that surround the towns of this kingdom in the sky, where peace is always achieved. Cathasach looked on making his way to the end of the balcony and felt the gentle mist that sent him small kisses to his face and he could taste the nectar of the water that nourish his soul, to be one like water fluid and shapeless to be able to move and groove into any situation, his philosophy was based on water and it's wanders without shape. Reaching the point of the waterfall that reached up to The Sea of Dreams to feeds it nourishment.
He leaned closed to the waterfall, soaking his face a bit and spoke whisper in a sacred tongue that only the guardian of the seven knew and with this the message spread into the water and into the cycling mist all around the falls. Within moments the time was set and the meeting place. Cathasch turn and began to run back to his princess, his princess of the star.
"My lady the counsel is set for the next sun of Bion rotation, at The Castle of the Wise." Cathasach said in quick matter.
The princess still sitting in bed, look back and smile and replied "We must not panic for everything will be set right and working as one we will find the answer of this cancer of my mind. Let us dress and get ready for moment is upon us."
Cathasach bowed and was off to his studies to arrange his things, but something in his heart ache, telling him that something big was cast upon them. He faded into the background and The Prince of the Star reached out to the stars for more information in this tribulation.
***
Black Nike cross country sneakers, made gentle quick rhythm against the broken down to a destructive and unearth way; that once was Via della Conciliazione. A beautiful place that so many traveled, not a day passed and it turn a valley of the dead. With small fire flickered on both sides, build half torn down, while other a mound of rubble, this now valley was dark and lonely as if the wave of furry bored passed on to some other place.
Pair of grayish eyes shimmered in the unholy moon light, as this girl of her late teens, remove her thin blackish brown hair from her stare. Pausing in caution looking at all direction with a twitch of unease that this night brought her, she began to remember the beast that peered into her eyes. Never was she so afraid; a beast out of demonic book, try to shake that look out of her young mind that cause her to stand in shock in make her long legs trimmer. And in a lapse of a second she remembered her parents, in their last moment. Her grey eyes began to flicker with tear because the night before this chaotic unreal scene, she had franticly scream at her parents. A fight for their annual vacation to the Vatican City, her parents deep rooted in the Catholic faith, brought her up in their way. Her mind remembered the fight sway in and out of memories, spats of rage; that she was of age to venture off on to the young night life. But her emotion rushed down as felt undying sadness to see her parents love was unconditional, shielding her from a fire that consumed them and from some holy or whatever intervention she lived and her devoted parents now were nothing but dust and ash that add to malicious scene. So much ash in her hair, that was companied by smeared ash on her thin face. Her memories of her parents undying faith enrage her because nothing saved them, nothing… No one even came… Her mind began to fill rage; she began to rub the sot from her eyes. Flaming with rage, she looked down and exam her right hand that sparked some light before, made her feel confused and state of paranoia.
"Is this real or am I going crazy…" she said in a low voice looking down at her right hand, opening and squeezing hard. She repeated this a few times and look on down the street to this once populated place now with ruins all around. Slightly down the road bird of kind, hover over all that lied massacred, she gazed with terror that these black crow-like birds began picking away at flesh, while other flapped their big wings to showing sign of ownership of dead corpus.
"This must be real… so ... so…much detail!" she said to herself as she walked ever so slow, to avoid any encounter with these crows like bird that were the size of full-grown rooster. Crossing her arm over her once white loose t-shirt, now mix with all kinds of dark colors, she looked down her tight blue jeans to the ground and move in zig zag on the left side gravel filled road. In and out of broken stores in buildings away from the open view of these black birds. She pressed forward with question and that seem to be so unreal but fantasy, that she felt she would go mad.
Walking in grief, her heart sank into her stomach as if wanting to vomit every time she remembered her parents, that now were gone. She fell in depressive trance and walk like a lifeless zombie, now not pay mind to her way she stumbled on to something.
"Ahh...!!!" She screamed into the still air, she reacted with a recoil affect to her feet, her guard was up. To see a mangle body of boy three with blue jumpers and under torn white t-shirt as she scanned up the frail broken body, coming across a massive bird that tilted his head to his right side as if confused by this girl. But the bird with one eye looked down on the dead child and began to drill his sharp peek into the right close eyes socket, repeated the effort blowing out the eye ball togging on the optic nerve that snapped causing juices to splatter on her right black sneaker.
She turned to right and began puking and puking, could not stop till she began gagging, but nothing came out from this scene that forever will burned into her mind. Covering her mouth with her right hand filled with vomit. She looked in horror as this evil bird began to go to work on the other eye, trying not to scream she notice she was under an arc of broken two-story home she began to step slowly backward but twisted her left ankle, causing to roller over rocks and broken glass that cut her left shoulder. But with strength she did not scream resisting any unwanted attention, she laid on the gravel fill to the floor; still and firm with her right arm reached for what to her luck was rocking chair that did not fall from her bump but was left slowly rocking adding a screechy tension into dead of night.
With her right trembling hand, she stilled the eerie rocking chair from the squeaky voice that settle once babies to into their hypnotic sleep. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her mind trying to gain courage to move forward from that scene that tore part of her young heart looking up to the half open celling to the next floor she saw what seem to be the library room. She falls into a distant memory of her past where her dad, would sit in tell her epic Greek Mythology, ancient story of Gods and Goddesses who intertwine with heroes and human unlike but to her delight they all had a message that was passed by adventure and imagination. Her thick beard father, born in Sicily would always call her his little Grey Eyed Athena, when he drank too much wine from their small but famous vineyard. In at that moment, she felt the warmth of his dark face and his dark deep brown eyes, that faded away in min to this horrific scene. This reality was real, looking away from the upper library. She blew out a steady quit deep breath up and got up in slow making sure not to move anything that was cause a spark of noise, she did not know what was waiting.
Her left knee pressed against the floor she slowly added all the pressure to her right thin but athletic legs, that were formed by season stepping on fresh grapes. When pressing on her right leg, she noticed that she could not add a lot of weight on her left ankle. Thinking to herself, it was better to go slow as if to walked it off, plus this would be an add advantage to place her step her footing with care in this lifeless night.
Almost standing upright something fill with a loud thud behind her. With terror filled scare she began pivoting around, looking with cautiously she saw a thick book had landed on the rocky chair sending it into screech back and forth… into its horrific lullaby to the dead….
Hoping that this deadly sound of back-and-forth movement was no heard, that noise was sent echoing down every broking building and homes. She then heard a sound seem to be the breathing of something dark that could spark a deadly twist if her fate. She stood paralyzed, like a soldier of old that looked deep into the sadden eyes, of the once long-ago gorgeous Medusa. Nevertheless, this young beauty who stand without movement, will not share the same fate as Medusa who boosted her beauty to all… Even to Athena!
Stand ever so still, she made her way to the rocky chair to place it a rest to avoid this sound that drove chill down her spine. This rocky chair bought for an upcoming newborn, but the sad story the baby was a stillborn. So, this rocking chair rocking these sadden dark memories of a little angle death.
A step away she reached to settle this chair, even though her heart was pure this scene was far from over, then all of sudden a couple pare of books fell on the chair. Cause this girl to move back and make way for an avalanche of books and floor that cave into this rocky chair, ending its dark memories that forever rocked it.
Ash and dirt blew all onto her already dirty youthful face, she covered her face with her arms, while try to steady her footing, making ever so impossible due to her left ankle injury. She began to stumble in the rubble, everything was made blind to her, her eyes filled all ashy dirt, causing to irritate her eyes, blinking in panic causing her to see a little bit and then nothing, a sight of the horrific sky is better than no sight and not a glimpse of light. She forced on as if she were a baby who hasn't learned to walk fully yet, using her hands as her eyes she would position herself and move on. Not trying to panic she remember to head east, so she began to crawl, then walk low ever so slowly. Her sight began to break free from its dark creed, at this she began to breathe in a steady calm way.
Her sight was coming to her and saw the end of this long-crumbled hall of this valley of the dead in its' zenith; a crest of darkness loomed down this path. Her heard began to race, as she began to think of her future or lack of…
Deep in thought she felt a gentle hand on her left shoulder causing a flow of energetic feel down her spine, that made her jump back and slid on her back, moving like frantically away, kick up dust from the rush of this energy. Her cross trainer could not grip the fallen gravel and the black blood of the earth. This black oil many controlled and thirst for. Falling on her back, into all the mixture in this evil time fixture.
An old man stood in front of her, with an old brownish straw cloak, and giving of sense of something not from this plain. He held in his right hand a long-broken branch and was used as a cane. She noticed he was wounded on his right side, as a steady follow bourbon blood, seem to flow down gently into the earth, this cursed earth. That thirst now for the blood of any and many.
He reached with his left hand, to help this young lost girl up, but she moved quickly to offer support. To help this old man, down off his frail legs. Without haste she spat out.
"Sorry… let me help you off your feet. I breath this air that causes me fright, but I see with my blurry eyes, that you have had hard and longer road than I."
She embraced him by the waste and led him to the right side of building, to stay clear away of those birds that hover over the damned and innocent all alike. The old man with a rugged old dirty facial hair, that made nobody of her time to stay and help. But in her she felt eerie sadness, for this seem to be homeless man who wondered the streets in this evil moment. She huddled with him, close to one of the corners that once an ancient pillar stood. And at last, away from the flickering flames and the ghastly light that gave away from the rooting smell of all that was once living.
She slowly sat and laid him on her thighs, as to see the severity of the wound, looking on and she noticed it was a jagged cut into his torso, running her gentle fingers as if reading his body like someone with no sight. To her it seemed years without food, his body hungry with no substance. She was us to eating good because of her summer job and always stayed in shape but this was the opposite. Like a body from times of epic war, who was caught and struggle to live, in an endless cycle constant fighting to survive, thinking this she said.
"For What?"
This man moved his sight up to look up at her youthful eyes that pierced her sight like a man of power and might, his eyes changed in the darkness, as she fell into his spell.
"For What Child….? His word filled the night sky and the wind would play with his word, like angel caller.
"Sorry… What… What I, an uh… "saying this stuttering she said, re gain her thought that were in another time, a place that was not relevant to this new era She look down with a sadden face and pressed on his wound and continued.
"Nothing mister… Just relax and try to rest, because I feel that this our end…"
"What is your name child…? He looked up with a steady glare, that flared her soul to reply…
"My name is Providence…" she answered as she wiped the dirt from his brow that added to his old facial expression, to her surprise he looked a lot younger than he seem. Only needing someone to take care of him. Her thought broke off when, when he began to converse with her in verse…
"Ahh, the direction of God in this odd hour we are in now,
I see something in you… that only a few contain.
You have a power that towers of all into the seven falls…
I see with my dimming eyes of time a place that you may connect,
To bring a balance in this deadly connection…"
He took a deep breath and his heart began to steady in his rest. Providence held him tight and slowly motion him not to speak anymore, for their time together would be their last and there was no use to stretch the time of a young girl's hope, holding him tight. Tears began rolling downing her rocky dirt filled face as, is the water search for cracks in the dirt to flow down. Drops began to fall on the face of this man and a few drops on his lips. The man with his dry tongue tasted the salty tear. His thirst was settled as his well-marked throat moved to swallow.
"I taste your tears… That are mix with fears,
Settle your heart because the darkness… has just begun,
But do not let the songs of lust rush your thought to doom
In this gloomy era… In this once my holy city,
I lost all but you still are here to shed a tear.
I'll leave this world yet again; you will walk a new to safety…
So, rise… rise … rise child! My Providence!"
The man gasped her name into the death of the night, as if of a proud father would address his daughter after they have fallen. He looked deep into her light grayish and his eyes began to fade into black, like the blackness of the blood that the earth bled. His heart stopped in a slow gentle form, like the final notes of a music that left you in a state of bliss...
Providence with her head that rose to the skies, almost as if seeing the soul of the man float away on a white cloud to the heavens. Her greyish eyes filled with tears, look back down at the consumed man and she held him tight, his words had sparked a light inside to keep on pushing into the abyss that laid wait for her.
She cuddled the shell of man against the pillar and put between his arm, the broken branch he was using for a cane. The blood stop pouring out of him, giving up essence of life, the man stuck in a fix state, like statue in a gothic church. She pressed her hands on his eyes closing them for good, while doing this she said;
"May you wake in a better place than this…"
Her heart sank a little while she rose slowly up on to her feet, still feeling her left ankle ache in pain. Looking down at this man like statue, this place was his death and story was unknown to her but his words were truest to her heart, in her dark hours.
She began to turn to venture out of the shelter of the pillar and left this special man, to forever be a symbolic of her rebirth. Noticing that the streets were bare of nothing but little bit lit fire here and there, she made way to the right and a block away she could see the Tiber River canal. Moving toward that direction, hobbling on her left ankle and put all her wait on her right side, she leaned against some of the rumble that waste high. Moving in a steady base she was half a block away, she pushed up on a loose rock that fell down the side of it small mount and make a slight knocking sound like that of cue ball breaking into the balls with a not a lot of force. Not paying to mind to the noise she moved forward and all sudden from a distance she heard flapping of wings. That sent her heart into to panic and she began to move with a quickness and stumbling all over the place. The distance began the call of these dark birds, that spreading warning throughout the sky, calling to action all who were at ear call from these horrific birds.
Three blocks down, a mob began to form of drunken and lustful movement, who heard the call the call, they sang and laugh, singing songs of blood and lust. The beauty these being possessed made them easy to accept their evil way in their sway. Providence looking back was in shock and move with unstable way as the mob gain on to her, as they ran with all sorts of clubs, pipes and torches. Some carrying long spikes.
Her black Nikes gripped hard on to the ground as she was crossing the intersection, and now she could see all around her the mob turned into a festival and came from all three sides, as she made her way east. Her mind racing, she did not know what to do, she did not think so far ahead in this fast pace, in this race of her life. Coming to the canal of the river she looked down and saw it was overflowing with waste, from wood to body parts washing down south, she could not see a safe way down. Looking back again she saw the festive mobs on her and the few who reached her try to pull her into the lustful mob. She began swinging and kicking herself free and with a hurdle, threw herself into The Tiber River. She fell on to a floating wooden door, hitting her on the piece of would that was stack against this massive gothic door. She looked around with her body facing upward and her feet bathing in the polluted water. Looking around in confusion, her vision gave way to darkness and stillness.
