seven

"tia, I would take my check now," I said looking at the symbol of the unnamed. why can't I just be given or directed to the one I wanted and not this. why could I just be given the one who touched my mother? why did it have the unnamed? did they run out of monsters? I can take any demon. not this? this is beyond me.

i know about the unnamed. i know about the nameless. they lost their names for a reason. Apep didnt lose his name. but he was a god of destruction. he wasnt tame or soft. but he was chaos. he had a limit. the nameless didnt have a limit. they dont fuck with anyone. and trust me, the nameless, they are the reason guardians and gods fought in the first place. i mean the guardians, more than five thousand years we didnt even fuck with the gods. we just sat at the edge of alkebul... i mean at the edge of Africa and watched the world, earth, get fucked by the gods and humans. we didnt do anything as long as they didnt touch us. we were at peace.

then the gods fought with Agatha. a war the nameless began by setting the two against each other. we watched it. even when the owners of the earth lost, we watched as Agatha held themselves and embraced their extinction. then, the gods decided our asses looked perfect fo anal. huh, bad move. we were tensed waiting a good enough reason to break our code. they just handed it to us on a golden platter.

a nuke at the one of our cities. turning everything into a desert. the nameless they tried to nuke just vanished.

we didnt say tomorrow. all guardians before the dust of the bomb could even settle, we were on the asses of the gods, raining thunder, fire and sword.

by the end of a week, we had wiped all life in Mars. taken down all of theirwatch towers and Olympus, we sent them all packing and out of the solar system.

but of course then i wasnt part of the original battalion. i was just a kid fighting for his brothers and sisters in present day Sahara.

the namesless. well, even we guardians knew they were bad. especially those from the primordial times. or the daughters and sons of the primordials. but here i was reading from the tablet of the Lumerians, and they had the worst of monsters in cages. i just hoped the one whose cage is open isnt the one i am thinking of.

i tapped the ground and the torches on the walls lit. they still work.

my stomach sank as i read

"here, closed from the world, dwells the nameless of the nameless. a descendant of darkness and death, eraser of millions and... " the rest was damaged and aged beyond recognition. plus the Lumerians didn't write properly. but i am pretty sure with a resume starting like this even lucifer would say, "hell is all yours Sire, I'll take that small corner right there and I'll be but a call away."

i mean nameless of the nameless. it was like bieng the nameless wasnt enough, so he scare even the nameless?

i saw a corroded giant cristal door and... so much for being closed of the world. i turned to the statue of the watchers

i saw a read onyx gleaming on the forehead of the lumerian responsible for the nameless of the nameless imprisonment. so the crystal tech was still this advanced a million years ago in days of lumeria? did the guardians take from Lumeria?

i pressed it and said my name. knowing fully well that by doing so, i would activate the memories installed on the crystal and i would get something. probably a video or a hologram of the guardian.

nothing happened.

"hello?" i spoke the original tongue of the guardians. still, nothing happened.

so everything is damaged.

"long time no see, Khumet." someone said and i jumped. who the fuck...?

the hologram appeared of... i blinked. this can't be right.

"hello khumet," he repeated.

"to?" i said. meaning 'you?'

he smiled. "you remember."

i remember? i remember? of course, i remember. who wouldn't? i spent a year as a freaking stone in Medusa's garden you asshole! i spent 900 years searching all over the world looking for you. i remember?

of course. i do. you took my memories. you made Lykea, my only friend go crazy by killing his wife. you made me leave Sunte defenseless while chasing my Lykea all over the forests of punt.

"who are you?" i asked him. i dare pray he say that he is a guardian. i do dare pray that he was Lyska. do lord i pray.

he looked down. "centuries have treated you well." he said.

"speak for yourself. Lyska." i hissed. he smiled again, cracking his dry lips.

"I've been worse. havent I?" he kept on looking down.

"depends on the subject of torture in your context. who's been worse? you? on who? you?"

" you, I guess. I'm sorry Khumet. I've searched for you but I couldn't find you before my curse took over." he said. I looked at him wondering where the punchline of his joke was going to come.

"I'm sorry."

"i think you are apologizing to the wrong person. plus, I don't need your apology. just tell me what you are doing here." i said. "and where is the account of the nameless?"

"This is my post, for now." he began. "I was cast here shortly after the bombing and I have never been able to go out. unless called upon as a judge. like when you lost Kiara, I was supposed to go there after you left, but you took care of them yourself."

oh. really?

"How is everyone. Raoul? Haona? were they ever safe?" he asked. Haona? serious? "Haona, died a long time ago. Raoul, he killed himself shortly after Haona died. thanks to your joke. happens when a guardian loses his mate."

he looked down. his fake darkening. was he really being genuine? he looked on the ground and then walked to the hole on the cage door. "have you met them yet, this life?" he asked.

"not yet. but I dont think I will soon enough." I responded as he went Dragon mode, breathed flames into the cage like a pissed-off dragon. what was he doing? was he really.

"if and when you do, tell them I'm sorry," he said pausing to take out a staff from his back. then, he twisted the staff and it became a spear with a flaming spearhead and pointed it into the cage, then fired intensely for a minute, melting half of the cage down.

"where is the information block for the demon that was in here?" I asked him, seeing that he was right about to leave.

"you are human."

"I am a saint!"

"exactly, I'm not a human, so I'll take care of it before it reaches land. plus it's what I exist for." he said and vanished. i laughed, what was really happening? did... i stomped the ground, trying to locate him, but he wasn't here. i caught him, thousands of kilometers off land in the ocean heading towards Zaramelha. i pictured the ship he was aboard and teleported to it.

before I was halfway to it, something yanked me so hard I almost got torn apart. i opened my eyes and I was in my room. i tried again, got yanked so hard I hit my chair and fell back, hitting the side of my bed with my head my ears rang high pitched notes.

i held my head to stop it from spinning and remained there for a while. my forearm burnt and i saw a tattoo form, code 3.1, it said, "no guardian shall interfere with a judge's mission."

oh now, gaeia talks!

"really!" i shouted looking at the earth, in Alkebulan. "really, you are going to do this?"

i swear i wanted to curse out the gods. they made the very same person who gave me headaches, made my very first friends die a judge. in the horizon, lightning flashed and i heard thunder roar in my ears. now threats. really!

they wanna fuck with me.

i fought minotuar's for them. closed the holes to the other dimensions the humans broke with their nukes. stopped devils monsters and everything from the other side from crossing into this land and they wanna do me like that. okay. i can play that game.

they don't want me in their plans, okay. they wanna keep me out.

okay i would let them. what would can i do? i cant touch a judge. but i can touch a keeper and i cant touch a guardian. but i can let everything all go.

i got of the ground and sat on the bed as if i was about to meditate and started chanting, "Laku- di- eta ssisi- lau ra mini la- kueso to ufa nni!" i chanted once again and and released all the anger that i had built within me.

they wanna make their own decisions without consulting me, okay. i can make my own.

on the horizon i felt the storm gather, i felt thunder roll and lightning flash over and over again. let them threaten i don't care. not anymore.