Join Darrion in Episode 1 of his 8-bit Role-Playing adventure as his everyday challenges and anxieties come to life and he is forced to battle against powerful enemies known as the “Mundanities”.
Sleep in peace, brave warrior.
Lay your weapons and burdens aside.
Accept peace and remain in it, knowing you fought well.
Against impossible enemies. Against fate.
You protected me. Loved me.
Now it’s time to become one with me. Become me.
And I promise you.
You will never know death In my embrace. Only eternal life.
As you sleep you will exist as the flowers.
As the pollen in the air.
As rain, hydrating the soil. Fueling and resurrecting life.
And one day –whence this planet dissolves– as the dust scattered among the stars.
Sleep well. My love.
(Sleep in Peace My Dear Sister, Rhea)
Read “Scale-Lord’s Victory” here
My hallowed sword. Clear as ice. Invisible to mortal eyes. Her’s was the red dagger. Black edges. Boisterous. Hellish. Magma. My off-hand weapon.
I stalked her.
Her dagger-like nails. She swiftly peeled through my sanctified steel.
I flung Ice at her eye. Cleaved down on her wings with Magma.
Unholy rage. Desperation. Love.
Ice shattered like glass on impact. Magma snapped in threes.
She cackled. “Hopeless boy…”
I scrambled for the shattered weapons.
Useless weapons! Lying old shaman!
Wings sliced over my head. Clipped my knotted mane.
“Enough!” I pleaded.
E’lees… save her.
I retrieved pieces of Magma in stealth.
Enchanted weapons were her last hope to retrieve what’s left . Of her.
She summoned machines. Slicing. Crushing. Machines.
I screamed. “Stop!”
She took flight. Whipped her wings. Summoned gusts of wind which pinned me against a crumbling column.
My despair dissolved to acceptance.
I braced my body for a pain worse than death.
She caressed my cheek. “Oh, Iku…”
Pity in her demonic tone. Pity for me.
I opened my teary eyes.
Wings. Leathery skin. All vanished in favor of her angelic flesh.
“Stop fighting.” She cuffed my cheek.
I looked away.
You wear her flesh. But you are not her.
I unearthed her broken Magma.
“Be with me,” She pleaded.
I drove Magma into my chest.
To be with her. In oblivion.
Her wings sprouted. Form shifted from flesh to scales.
“Iku!” She shrieked and collapsed the temple on top of us.
The centennial Monster Mash.
A once a century, secret Congress of the most powerful and influential monsters of all nationalities, species, and realms. A parlay among humanity’s predators. He was tasked with surveilling the meeting by the foolish and misguided Humanic Order. He had greater plans. The Order will thank him whence the smoke clears.
Red Vampire, the host, was in his cross-hairs. Succubus brides trailing behind him, arranging and rearranging furniture. Preparing for their big feast.
“Doesn’t feel right,” Squire whispered. “Ambushing them.”
“I know… Still doesn’t feel right to me.”
They bared the mark. His was the mark of a Knight of the Humanic Order. Far more prestigious than that of Squire. He was born superior. A living weapon. A machine sculpted by the Gods.
“Is a preemptive strike the right move?” Squire asked.
Squires were servants. Living tools and nothing more.
Their existence is a declaration of war.
Squire sighed. “I think we shoul-“
He twisted squires ear until it bled. “Are you Knight or Squire?”
“Sq… Squire, sir.”
“Then be a squ-“
Squire’s pupils turned white.
Phwoosh! Inter-dimensional tears formed near the mansion walkway.
He released Squire. “Clean yourself.”
Squire’s blood could attract Red and his wives.
Dragons, basilisk drawn carriages, private jets, stretch hearses and cloaked helicopters emerged from the inter-dimensional tears. Filth. Creating portals with accuracy. Strong magic.
“Camera,” He commanded.
“Should we contact-“
The Order would stop him. Or try.
Squire handed him the full-spectrum camera. “Red organized all this.”
Monsters swiftly gathered in the mansion dining room to feast on the raw carcasses on display.
Squire’s eyes widened. “Temporal-“
Knight yanked Squire to the ground.
Dragon wings materialized among the stars.
Teleporting dragons. Blind, with other Godlike senses encircled them for several minutes. Vanished as fast as they arrived.
Idiot squire left blood-specks on his shoulder plate. Attracting the beasts.
Must act before squire ruins..
“Amazing,” Squire said.
Knight loaded his cannon.”No more waiting.”
“Claim your weapon,” He commanded. “Time to cleanse this world.”
Explosion will eliminate most. Then he and Squire will head down and finish all who survive the blast.
Squire knelt to reclaim his scythe but pulled back.
He drew a pistol and trained it on Squire. “Claim. Your. Weapon.”
Squire claimed his scythe.
Monster unification is a threat to mankind. Can’t allow it.
“Cleanse the world…” Squire said.
“Okay.” Squire sliced Knight’s neck open with his scythe.
Knight desperately held this throat together with his hand. Collapsed.
Blood gushing. Shadows appearing around him. Reapers? No… worse. Red Vampire and his succubus wives.
“All yours.” Squire handed a succubus bride the bloody scythe.
“I can feel its power,” Red sampled Knight’s blood.
Succubus danced around Squire.
“Stay for dinner?” Vampire sampled Knight’s blood with his fingernail.
“I’d be honored,” Squire answered. “To discuss peace-“
“Yes…Yes… peace.” Red Vampire licked his fang-tips. “Prepare a meal for our human ally.”
“We insist,” Vampire whispered in Squire’s ear.
They summoned me early…
Humans gathered in the city square. Visibly frightened but with an unmistakable resolve in their eyes.
They offered me no praise, nor sacrifices they’ve owed me.
“You no longer want immortality,” I concluded.
I wasn’t the creator, but I protected them as such. And unlike my mother– the creator, I was conflicted. Caught between virtuous duties as a cosmic being, and obligations I bestowed upon myself when I shielded them from extinction.
“We’re grateful,” The Governor declared. “But we can no longer offer you our children.”
I was not mother. My power required Life for life. An expensive, but unavoidable cost. Draining my own cosmic well could be catastrophic for all realities.
“You’ll be erased,” I warned.
Governor wiped tears. “We understand.”
They chose offspring over immortality. Perplexing.
“Are you certain?” I asked.
I summoned swords. “Worship me.”
“Okay…” Governor’s face ashened. “Michaela.”
‘Michaela”… the embodiment of mother’s wrath. The sword with dreams of being a shield.
My protective seal appeared above the city.
I wished to give, not take life. But they left me no choice.
I raised a sword to the exosphere. Let it simmer in the hellish heat before cleaving the seal with angry force
My seal shattered on impact. Mother can see them now. The city and everything in it, turned to dust.
Damn you, mother.
I felt rage. Sadness. Guilt.
Brother was right to rebel.
“Mother!” I slashed gashes in reality. “Show yourself!”
I leveled my swords at Heaven.
I approached Joshua with caution.
We were in a twenty floor high rise overlooking the FDR Drive. Joshua was having an intense episode and dangerously near an open window.
“Where’s Joshua?” I discreetly pulled the syringe from its case. “Can you get Joshua for me?”
“He’s resting,” Joshua calmly answered.
Joshua faced me. “No.”
My son’s illness had returned with a vengeance. The prescribed medicines were useless. Ineffective.
“Why not?” I asked.
“It hurts him to say goodbye.”
My stomach turned. “Goodbye?”
“He perceives what’s at stake.” Joshua sat on the window sill.
“Slow down, honey.”
“He understands sacrifice.” Joshua pointed to the moon, revealing cuts on his forearms. “I must take his body.”
Not this again, I thought.
“What happens if you take it?”
“Joshua goes wherever things go when they cease to exist.”
“I’m unsure if nothingness is akin to dying.”
Now’s my chance.
I snatched Joshua from the window and pinned him to the ground.
“The earth is in peril.” Joshua didn’t struggle. “I’m the planets only hope.”
Nothing behind his eyes. The boy talking was not my Joshua.
I injected the needle into his arm.
Warmth immediately returned to Joshua’s eyes.
“Mom?” Josh whimpered.
I squeezed him tight.
“No!” He ripped away from me and rushed the window.
“Joshua!” I chased Joshua to the window.
The view of the sky weakened my knees. Impossible.
The moon. Crumbling to pieces.
“Why didn’t you let me go?” Josh asked with tears in his eyes.
She stomped on the demon’s chest. Used the leverage to dislodge the divine spear of E’lees from its belly.
The Demon’s breaths were shallow. Its crushed rib cage slowly rising and sinking beneath her heels. Its long, shattered wings flapping wildly as if trying to escape its broken body.
The Demon spat in her face. “Finish me, insect!”
She plunged the consecrated spear through the Demon’s left eye. Twisted. Drilled it into the back of its skull. No regeneration this time.
Swooooosh! Escaped souls fired from the Demon’s socket. Ricocheted through the room like vexed lightning.
She raised the glowing spear to deliver the finishing thrust.
“Prophecy always prevails,” The Demon whispered.
Not this time.
She spent her childhood training to combat her so-called prophecy. Awaiting battle against the fate, clerics and superstitious townspeople claimed was inescapable. One strike to its remaining eye and none of it comes to pass. One more strike and she’s free.
The Demon cackled. “See ya.”
She plunged the spear into the Demon’s remaining eye.
Shrieking souls exploded from its skull. Destroyed her remaining dark magic artifacts and sigils in the room. Shattered the towering stain-glass windows.
She withdrew the spear. Wiped demon’s bile from her eyes. Lowered from its corpse before collapsing to a knee upon landing.
“E’lees,” She praised.
She couldn’t free every abducted soul. The souls used for sustenance and to power the Demon’s machines… Gone forever.
“E’lees, forgive me.”
She trained the spear on the quivering Demon.
Hiss… The Demon’s form disintegrated to ash. The ash quickly dissolved in the breeze.
Its done. The goddess E’lees granted her strength. The will. The arsenal. All she needed to defeat the Demon. To defeat prophecy. To prove mortals weren’t slaves to destiny.
Iku… I’m coming home.
She shuffled to a shattered window to bathe in the the sunlight. To inhale the sweet scent of grass on the breeze. To take in the sound of caroling birds.
Hell’s ice was thawing. Life was returning to the region. She was going home where there were endless hills, waterfalls and flowers.
To see Iku… To disembowl every thing you love.
Murderous thoughts increasing. Defeaning. Consciousness being crushed. Replaced by another.
Kill them all. Destroy everything… you… I care about.
“I defeated you!” She took an attack position. “You’re-”
“Ach!” She rolled up her sleeve.
Black scales formed on her arms and across her collar bone. Organs rapidly shifting. Expanding. Growing.
She’s dying. But she’d never felt stronger. More alive.
“I’m sorry.” She released the spear.
She jerked forward. Landed on all fours.
They tore through her flesh. Her shoulder blades. Her prickly black wings whooshed angrily.
She cried. Tears of pain. Tears of sadness. Tears of laughter.
Prophecy prevailed as it should. She gleefully embraced what she’s meant to become… The Scale Lord. World devourer. Her true self. Fate.
She smirked. “I’m coming for you, Iku.”
She took flight.
She perused the menu of the expensive, five pentagram rated restaurant.
A posh, dark ages style torture room decor with stunning views of the unholiest realms.
Perfect for their Ghoul’s night out.
“Let’s see it,” Bestie demands.
She reaches her ring hand across the table.
Bestie closely examines the gem. “Two trapped souls?!”
“I know!” She shrieks.
“And… he loves children,” She adds. “Lightly seasoned… Well done.”
“Ahhh… bestie remembers!”
Fiery portals open above their tables. Flaming tentacles place two cauldrons of Boiling Hot primordial soup before them.
“Roanoake U Coven reunion tomorrow.” Bestie tastes the soup.
“The Black Lipstick slut sorority?”
Bestie squints. “Didn’t you pledge?”
“Yes… Before you sacrificed me to the demon, Bilquis.”
Bestie nods. “You’re welcome.”
“Whatever.” She laughs. “Hows dating life?”
Tentacles deliver blood champagne.
“Screwed one of the four,” Bestie answers.
Bestie smirks. “Famine.”
“Thought you’d prefer War.”
“Wow… You’ve matured.”
“Two hundredth birthday just passed.”
“I guess…” Bestie frowns.
“Your soulless mate exists. I promise.”
“Yeah, sure,” Bestie sighs.
“Explore… Date warlocks.”
“Religious nuts? No thanks.”
“Followers. One track minds.”
“Oooh, Vampires? They’re romantic.”
“Total racists.” Bestie replies. “Briefly dated a succubus.”
“That semester in Purgatory.”
“Wild in bed.” Bestie flashes missing finger. “Too wild.”
“Ghoul, stop! I’m… fine.”
Bestie nods and raises glass. “Tonights about you and your unholy union.”
“I guess,” She raises glass.
They share a toast.
The Dominant climbed to the top of the Junk Heap mountaintop and looked down on his creations.
The Dominant looked angry. And sure of himself.
“I built this world!” The Dominant declared.
The countless kidnapped, murdered, tortured, raped, bought, and sold Ancestors of Chattel Creations collectively narrowed their eyes at the Suburban Dominant.
“Did I not build everything?” The Dominant questioned.
Their hands. Bruised from beatings. Disfigured from twenty three hour a day labor, and weekly bone snappings when the Dominant’s ancestors didn’t believe their creations were working fast enough. Discolored from ritual burnings. Scratches from clamoring for the children being ripped from their arms. Soaked from, sweat, tears and blood. Their hands… fading slowly out of existence as its been for decades.
“Of course you did,” The Ancestor replied as they began fading from the collective consciousness of the dominants– also known as existence.
Chattels didn’t god-like, time and space altering power like the Dominant’s. How could they argue their own existence? There was no place else for them to exist and survive within a world not of their making or control– within a Dominant’s thoughts.
They lowered their hands, deciding to accept their fates and allow themselves to be faded out of existence– also known as the collective consciousness of the Dominants.
“Very good. Know your place.” The Dominant placed his flag in the center of the universe. “I claim this world and all its realities.”
The Dominant’s wiped the Creations from their minds and all of existence.
“You people?” Omolola snapped as the cold energy radiating from her palms enveloped the air. “What you mean ‘you’ people?”
“Breathe,” Oshun pleaded. “He meant no harm.”
“Bullshit!” Omolola cried as the icy blue aura ripped through her forearms, causing pain she was too enraged to acknowledge. “I dare him to say it again!”