In a haunting piece of paranormal fiction, after the ancient forces of light and darkness harness their powers into eight separate rings, humanity itself becomes its only hope. However, things go horribly wrong when jealousy, family, love and secrets cloud the sane judgement of the ring bearers. Will humanity be able to save itself, or will our fate be to fall into the hands... of Kayos?
Lihat lebih banyakChapter 1: AMONG US
Many Millenia ago, there existed two forces. Two co-dependent forces. The light…and the darkness. The energy formed by the inter-relationship between these two created the world as we know it. You call that the big bang, right? Well, our ancient language termed it ‘principium’, meaning… ‘the beginning’. Everything we see and feel and touch and hear was a product of their ‘relationship’. Everything…except us, Humans. The only beings capable of harnessing just the tiniest bit of energy the ancient forces emitted.
They failed, many times, to create that one, perfect, being. Many prototypes otherwise known as errata, ‘The mistakes’, were forsaken almost as quickly as they emerged. But finally, we were formed. And to spice things up just a little, the forces bestowed on us certain gifts. The light gave us monsters. Of every shape, being and form. Pretty dark for a force that was termed ‘the light’ don’t you think? But with those monsters, he also gifted us the power to overcome them. The darkness’s gift was much subtler. He gave us… a mind of our own. Something like conscience if I may. Our ancestors termed it...Kayos. Now if you can read, or pronounce… you should know the English version of that shit.
This ‘gift’ gradually became a curse. Once humanity had a mind of their own, entire realms were damned. Famine, sickness, war, basically every evil you can think of. And though the darkness loved the quality drama it gifted, the light became sick of it.
That's were the infamous battle between good and evil came into existence. What started as a simple deliberation to voice out an unpopular opinion, became a war that lasted centuries, both supreme beings gradually draining themselves of life-sustaining energy, and taking a number of their own creations down with it (possibly how extinction might have taken place).
And after years of fighting, they both took one last look at the universe(s) they had spent time, effort and energy creating. In that one moment, they chose to make the ultimate sacrifice. Mankind was already on the brink of Extinction anyway. So, with the last shred of energy both beings had left, they forged eight different rings. Four from the powers of light, and four more from the powers of the darkness. Each of these rings possessed the ability to affect and control a particular realm. And they were handed down to us…humans, as the only ones capable enough to manage it. And then, the supreme ones… vanished. But to ensure no one man used the ring for unjust and evil causes, a certain guardian would be appointed for each generation.
Now I'm not saying there's a select group of individuals with superpowers or anything like that. Hell no. Think I want a trademark problem with Marvel or something? And although there aren't any immortal or supernatural beings that live among us, there are some who aren't exactly your average human. This time though, I have 'proof'.
In 1747 AD, a boat loaded with slaves to be traded, suddenly crashed before it was able to complete its journey across the Atlantic. It was the first of its kind so no one really paid much attention to it, I mean, accidents happen. But two years later, five hundred slaves just vanishing into thin air isn't exactly an accident now, is it? Especially when the ship carrying these souls was never found. After a couple years passed, it became a norm for ships transporting 'the ones', as they were often called, to just… disappear across the Atlantic. Even cruise ships began to fade away into the murky horizon never to return. Some said it was the Greek god Poseidon, claiming those souls and freeing them from a life that would've been worse than death. Some claimed it was a sea monster rising to the surface every once in a while, when it got hungry. Others claimed the captives had been set free, but it had to look like they had died or disappeared so they could start a new life somewhere across the horizon. Whatever it was, nobody in their right senses would journey to "The Ninth Continent" to find out.
So it remained a mystery. No one could wrap their mind around what exactly was going on. But if slaves and the rich and pompous were the ones disappearing, they probably deserved it one way or the other, right? Hell, The Bermuda, the 9th, The Hand of Armageddon, all sorts of names were given to this, probably mythical place that was responsible for the disappearance of many a man. But what many termed Hell, many more called…home. I call home.
But I'm not narrating this to talk about how well I’m doing or the details behind our existence and survival all these years. I'm writing this because I found a, not-so-average set of humans. Not superheroes as we have already established but, I bet they’d raise a couple eyebrows
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1829
"Is he yours?" The obese, but well-dressed man inquired, glancing at the shaky figure holding a tray beside him.
"Why yes Connor. Not too expensive either. Cost just 30 for that one, and 50 for this one", he said grabbing the poorly dressed woman beside him a little closer to himself, making her sigh in discomfort.
"Impressive, I must say. Get me another mug of rum now" he said, without even looking at the dark-skinned male beside him.
Slowly making his way out of the dining hall, he did as he was told.
"What's the matter? Are you scared?" He said, still taunting the unfortunate female he was latching on to.
"Sir please" she replied with a tear drop gradually falling down her eyes. "You're hurting me."
"Am I? Am I really?" He continued holding her even tighter, his nails gradually beginning to sink deeper into her frail, dark skin.
"Sir P…"
"Shut up!" Connor barked. Glancing at the female with the most infuriated but indifferent expression he could possibly conjure on his chubby and food-stained face. "Don't you know you don't speak your master speaks? Of course. That's why you got her so cheap McAllen, this one's slow. They're all slow" he cackled, McAllen joining in.
Just then, a figure walked in with a large mug of rum on the plastic tray he 'proudly' held. Still lost in the laughs and insults, Connor payed no attention to the man as he calmly dropped the mug of rum on the wooden table just in front him.
"Hey Allen, knock knock" Connor said, taking a huge gulp of the rum beside him.
"Who's there?” McAllen smiled in enthusiasm.
"Black and Rich" he said dropping the mug back on the table.
"Black and Rich who?"
"Exactly, who in the seven seas is black and rich?" He cackled, both men laughing uncontrollably while the dark-skinned man surprisingly just stood there with a wry smile on his face.
"Okay. I've got one, I've got one", Allen said trying to steady himself.
"Alright…just…mnnn." All of a sudden, he dropped down to the floor, smacking the knife he was using to eat too. Like it was on cue, it gashed into his neck. Foam slowly started to dribble down his mouth, and then…blood.
"Connor!" Allen said, rushing from his seat and trying his best to revive his dead friend. "Connor! Con…" he stopped in the middle of his ranting on hearing the click of a gun. He slowly rose his head up and his blue eyes met the effortlessly seductive barrel of a shotgun.
"Knock Knock." The black man whispered
*Booooooommmmmmm*
Chapter 40: Fate He sat completely still, gazing aloofly at the plain door of his room. Sitting in wait of whatever was going to walk through the door. Of whoever was going to walk through the door. Hours passed, but his focus never once shuddered. He knew what was coming. All he had to do was keep his eyes open, no matter how tired he felt, even if took the entire murky night. All of a sudden, his door creaked open, and he couldn't but shudder at what was on the other side. But in movie-like manner, it unveiled itself with a graceful pace. First his left hand slowly, finger by finger, crept on the door. His nails about five inches long, and skin, pale and scaly. Then his body slowly but surely made its way through. He was still in his uniform. The usual long-sleeved shirt covered by a white lab coat and blue jeans. And then his faced slowly poked through. His skin looked pale but smoother than his scaly hands. His chapped lips a little smaller, same for his nose. But the real touri
Chapter 39: Newton’s Third Law"Would you look at that Kay? This is what's become of the elders now ayy?" She smiled, looking at the tall gated building that lay in front of them. "They have grown weak and weary sweetheart. This is the best time to take advantage of th–""But remind me why we're doing this again?" she said, in a rare moment of hesitation."How many times do we have to go over this one Mar–""I just want to know why exactly I'm walking into a den of old men that have nothing to do with what I'm here for."If it could sigh, it probably would. But his dark, deep, and frightening voice (even for Mary) chimed with unquestionable fury as he said, "The elders are the only people with enough power and wisdom to put an end to you in seconds Mary. You can either have this all planned out, thinking your plan to get back on your siblings it okay, then watch it fall to pieces when they come knocking. Or, you could deal with these bastards right–""Chill chill" she said, with a sm
Chapter 38: There’s More than the Eight"Come on Dr. Draymond, I'm the worst person to ask about stuff like this.""Yes, I understand Mr. Barrison, but the reports are concerning your body. Stuff that you swallowed, and/or injected yourself with. Virtually no one can answer these questions better than…" he took of his glasses, showcasing his piercing set of weary blue eyes and delicate wrinkles"...better than you" He completed, with the most inquisitive yet calming demeanor. Raymond settled himself, for fear that in a fit to say something honest, and push the spotlight off him, he'd offend the doctor that looked like someone in his early fifties. So he took a deep sigh, closed then opened his eyes, trying to calm down, and said in a voice betrayed by exhaustion, "Fine then. What do you want to want to know Doc?""Great!" He put back on his glasses, the picked up the set of files he had earlier dropped. "You haven't had a history of drug abuse, have you Mr. Barrison?""Woah, woah, woa
Chapter 37: Now you see me, Now You see what I want you to see"What do you mean we're fucked?""How else do you want me to explain it to you Kayla? We … are… fucked" he slowly enunciated, stressing every single syllable. "Repeating we're fucked doesn't make me understand the situation any better. So, if you could just explain to me what you saw, and what exactly is going on, maybe I'd understand why exactly we're fucked.""Okay" he walked over to one of the couches and hurriedly took a seat, Makayla following suit almost immediately. "You remember Mary, right?""Umm Mary? She was… like, she's the one that… she…""Short hair, loveable girl, beautiful smile…”“Can’t really put my finger on it” she said, trying to jog her memory.“She was the youngest one of us in the foster home when we were–""Oh yes, now I remember" she said, the name finally ringing a bell. "Fair, fine, loveable and sweet. How could I forget Mary?" she smiled heartily on remembering the fond memories she had of her
Chapter 36: We’re fuckedThere wasn't any audible response, making her anxiety levels go through the roof. Instead, the gentle knock repeated itself, and this time, even calmer which made her tense up even more. Her fingers started twitching and her eyes glowing but somehow, she sounded even more frightened. "I said who's–" "Open up Makayla, it's Jonathan." The instantly recognizable voice echoed up from the opposite side of the door. "Shit" she said, finally loosening up both her posture and breathing. Carefully, but speedily making her way to the door, she unlocked it, and there he was, not all that mystical and awe-inspiring this time."So you didn't die or disappear this time" she joked, lightening up a little with a smirk on her face. "if I didn't know better, I'd think you–" before she was even able to complete her statement, he walked in without saying a word, and plopped down to one of the couches in the living room."Sure, you can come in" she gently locked the door behind
Chapter 35: This Wasn’t No Ponzi CartelTo imagine that something happening more than ten kilometers away was having such profound effects on a community like this would be almost unfathomable on a normal day. However, this was no normal day. And this once quiet community became even more quiet after the events that had taken and were taking place elsewhere but at that exact moment. Even the usual chirping birds hanging on the lovely oak trees around stood still for fear that a single whistle could get them on the list too. This all came to an abrupt end when a beat-up Toyota zoomed as fast as its engine could afford into the driveway that led up to the cul-de-sac, a gathering of bungalows just a couple steps ahead. It screeched to a halt just in front of a lightly gated house and out stepped a hassled, fidgeting character. "Come on, let's go" she said, slamming her door shut and quickly making her way to the opposite side of the car. She hurriedly opened the passenger door beside h
Chapter 34: Chaos“For there to be universal peace there must first be universal chaos”. Sounds real murky right? Yeah, that one was from mission impossible: fallout. You tend to learn stuff from most of the movies you watch right? More or less. However, as dark as it sounds, it’s also quite intriguing, that concept. And now that I think about it, it may have some layer of factuality to it. Maybe in fact there must be great suffering for unquestionable order to be imposed. But this shit right here, was a whole different level of universal chaos. He watched from up above, floating in the air, as the facility slowly burned to the ground. To imagine that there was in fact something that could make the most hardened criminals run for their lives was scary. Just the thought of it, the inferno that made the low but mighty scurry to safety, made demons look like pathetic fools. And he enjoyed every piece of the action, floating up high and watching the magic show.But there’s always ‘the o
Chapter 33: Shotgun“Who’s ready to go to the park?” she said in a light voice, trying to get some adrenaline rushing.“Okay. Let’s Gooooooo!” the young teenager said enthusiastically. The complete opposite of the demeanor his elder sister had on. “Really mom, the park? I feel like I’m too old for that” she said, crossing her hands in front of her. “Wow. So, you’re too old for parks but just right for bed time stories?” she said, trying to get Raymond all ‘suited up’. “They’re not the same mom” she said, plopping to the couch beside her. “I don’t want to go.”"Oh. Well that's fine" she stood up, hand over her son's back. " I guess I'll just have to tell Marcus you said hi.""Marcus is coming?" She said, almost too eagerly. "I mean. 'oh, he's going to be there too?" She rephrased, trying to tone down the enthusiasm. "Of course he's coming" she smiled, softly stroking the tender hair of her son. "I invited a couple families for a kind of 'multi-date' type of thing. A few matters con
Chapter 32: The MurkiesThe dark, resonating voice sent a trickle of fear down her spine, and without thinking, she immediately got up from the floor and was about to head back to the hospital. When just as she turned, another murky figure slowly came out of the darkness. “Come on, it’s kind of rude not to answer when someone says ‘hi’ sweetheart” he said, slowly etching closer to her. Seeing that she really had no options, being cornered from both sides, she made a break for the space in the middle. Running as fast as she could to wherever her feeble legs could take her. The two dark figures met side by side, watching her run off, crossing the empty, streetlight-filled road and into a field that was virtually a cul-de-sac. “I’m not going to chase you” they both echoed in disturbingly similar fashion.Running through the field, maize crops smacking against her from every side, she maintained a steady pace. Refusing to give up nor relent until she made it out. And thankfully, she did
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