The Anecdote of: The Basilsk-de Notre Dame (Revision: 2/2008)

The Anecdote of:
The Basilisk-de Notre Dame
(Revision: 2/2008)


It would seem that there is no more to be written about this great cathedral, called: Notre Dame de Paris—, put aside, someone bringing something new and strange to the table of tales, never heard of before, that it is even possible to do so is overwhelming, and then bring forth a tragedy nonetheless—or close one—yes, indeed, it would seem to envelop the mind, would it not; but for the curious reader, read on I shall produce some light of interest in this area, if only a thread, and there is a thread of truth in this tale, but I shall never let you know where it is.

It would seem to me, if not an imamate revelation I speak of, surely the first time one has taken notice to it in a courtly manner, although it has been there, right in front of our eyes all the time, for a thousand years if not more. This creature [or being] I am about to tell you about—mythical to many (in its unearthly shadows of the night) —is but a linking element in the demonic world: this ox-eyed demon who gazes at one with vindictive glares, one might say, and yet some have claimed, by and by, he is from the lower, part of the lower world. It has also been said, and I shall say it here: he is working on behalf of heaven‘s door; in a manner of speaking that is, proclaiming to be a soldier in the upper world; the one you and I live in.
It is characteristic of this jaunty creature, that he pursues no man beyond his will, least he brings God Himself down upon him for immediate judgment. And so, in this peculiarity story of stories I will relate to the pursuit and escape as we await the rising tide. And so we stand on dangerous ground, do we not?

Where we are standing now, a bit more frightened I would say, or we should be, as the shades of this long lost mystery come to light! You see, it is said if he were to leave his post [place of duty] his fatal breath and glance could kill at will.
Furthermore, this creature I am referring to seems to have knowledge of men and their motives, strictly by instinct; far beyond the common, endowed human capabilities, they also have a rashness to danger, and a desire for longevity (like mankind), and of course the pleasures of life, I am not completely sure of but they seem to be present within their beings.
This creature, resides high up, guards as a spirit within a solid structure, stone, with life and a bitterness rising from its bosom—and yet it also has a gentle sadness upon its moored face. Moreover, he is from a long line of friends, being of a serpent form of sorts. He is said to have been given birth by a cock’s egg.
I have seen him many times, high up in the corner of the church; the great Notre Dame is what I am speaking of, of course. But one time I saw him eye to eye, yes oh yes, eye to eye—should to shoulder, as if he was part of the gallery of the gods. I stood but a few feet away from him, almost enchanted with disbelief. He is the: Basilisk-de Notre Dame; some call him the Cockatrice. Without a shadow of a doubt, we connected—I began to fear even with my Irish blood, mythology seemed to come alive for that very moment.
The Basilisk stands tall on a corner of the great cathedral, Notre Dame in Paris. He is made of stone: --as big as a small woman, but his body is only shown to his belly. He has no horns, nor tail. And I would guess he cannot fly, for lack of not having wings, which would be my best guess. But his head has the makings of a dog. His forehead is indented; eyes set back far to paralyze his prey—yet I call them ox-eyes, for they are deep rooted. His mouth curves in with a beak like form at its end. And its tongue is all of four or five inches long perturbing from its long mouth, which is as wide and long as its head: as if it were a dying bull, a purple tongue of rage. Its neck is that of a serpent, with muscles linking to its arms and chest; and a spine that protrudes outward like the ocean waves all the way up to its ears which almost start from the corner of its eyes and exceeds its spine in length. This was my demon, and Notre Dame’s gargoyle’s guard.
One cannot help but learn as he looks at him in the twilight; it, casting a gentle sadness with its deadly stone composition, he learns not to be impetuous, rather to look calmly and yield its rational and resolute heart. But no more than that, for fear that he is rebutted and tragedy be brought to cover his pride.
If I were to talk flippantly about him, people would hold me to account. Even though I have the highest respect for him, [him being: the stone creature: Basilisk], not quite a reverence, but respect,--better put: regard for; matter-of-fact, whosoever mocks such a creature it is well to know, you may very well seal your own fate, as I have already tired to imply; for in the past many have.
But what is he guarding? You may be asking. As I have asked, and asked I have over twenty-five times, --yes O yes, over twenty-five times I have walked to and fro, and through the doors of Notre Dame de Paris, over twenty-five times I should say—looking, simply looking up at the heights of the cathedral, the doors below my eyes, the statues that ascend upwards to the creature: Basilisk: ‘…what are you guarding?’. He has been there for a long, very long time, centuries. Some say he guards the courtyard. But then I think, “Does Satan cast out Satan? “ What for? Have I not heard one does not work against himself this way? Has this creature been created in the name of God? to protect man against the demons that may enter this glorious church? No more than a creature of stone, he is, is he? Or what spirit lies within its carved stone. Oh yes, yes, yes, leave him alone cries the gibbous spirits, and the hunch-backed shadows of the night. And so on and on and on he remains; as I do, looking up, as he looks down.

I have heard it said, ‘Do not destroy the foundation of a great church by name or deed, for lack of knowledge,’ and so I have left well enough alone. Let Satan and his hordes see this great church, it will do them well, if not please God-Himself. Yet it does not appease me, for I still want to know why he guards this holy ground, for I doubt it provokes him.
Yet it tells me a great story, on how hard man worked to build it, in praise of the Lord (our Savior Jesus Christ). There is power in this monument, this shrine to the Christ I know. Is it not a great reminder to all worlds, to include heaven, hell and earth, the ones we know of, of God’s glory? But I do not tell myself he is not there for that reason, nor will I fool myself into believing so. There is more to this mystery of mysteries than meets the eye. Yes indeed, and perhaps, just maybe he found a prosperous tide in the form of an investment. He is there watching, counting: reporting, and in my mind’s eye, as in humanities mentality, there is always self-interest involved: this should be no different.
Oh yes, maybe this creature is reporting, reporting what, to whom is the question, to whom? Yes, yes, yes, what could this creature, demon form, what could its coverage be? —many, just many things, I suppose such as: what could have been, should have been, the likelihood of something—or someone, and other such things; all this is conjecture of course—just thinking out loud. Like a spy in the middle of the White House, the Kremlin, the Roman Forum. Like a crook about to still the Monte Lisa at the Louvre. That is who he may be, a spy. He is part of a worldwide conspiracy maybe, possible, without a doubt!
Oh yes, the great conspiracy, to many, so many conspiracies that when a real one comes, we all say: ‘wolf, its phony’; but the conspiracy you and I are in, we just don’t know about it, otherwise it would not be a conspiracy, now would it. I can mention a few conspiracies you do not know about: The one the Mantic-ore, demon commander of a legend from the underworld has taken to the upper world; the one the Tiamat knew was coming, Mother, of Demon 10,000-years ago, yet, this one is being drawn out; the one God foretold, forewarned us about in his book called, Revelation, through the eyes and hands of Saint John. You see, we are in several of them and we do not even know it. And this one, possibly one, has to do with reporting I think.
You may be asking the question by now my curious friend: why have I brought you to this corner of Notre Dame, to this part of Europe. And where am I going with all this, where am I taking you: to a plain slab of stone, inscription, spirit filled. Hang on I have more, you are about to find out. You see, this creature can not fly, I know I kind of told you this, that was implied before, but he can control the air around him; meaning, he glides through the air with only a touch on sold things at speeds beyond any mans run; like a snake in high gear you might say. No, don’t get this mixed up with the comics, the Superman thing, or the Hawkman, no, no it is not a supernatural made up creature by me, it is made up by time, legend and folklore, and supernatural, yes it is by all means. I just happened to be around at a time when it manifested itself. No more than that, no less.
And so I was told, his look can paralyze a person, and I believe this now, for he has insured me he could (as others have whispered to me), he did not put me in harms way though, at first anyway. His will is stronger than the Mantic ore’s [the demonic creature, with a beastly body and a man’s head, as mythology would have it]. And his breath is from the depths of the abyss, that is: the pit [with odors and smells likened to a decomposed body, old and musty, and suffocating, at best]; in such a place I doubt mankind could not live, nor would a demon want to, and if he had to it would be a grave punishment indeed.
Again, I was not put to the test on this subject, but I feared in him not keeping his distance, in the black mist that surrounded him, that canopied the twilight of the night overhead of him, all-in-all, somewhat, somehow protected me from his harm. But other than the Cathedral, where did I meet him [if this is your question]? And it possibly could be mine, if I was you, in consequence, it would be circling in my mind until I received an answer, or created one, or imagined one I suppose. And so I must have one for you to read.

After he had seen me in March of 2002, he followed me, only one night though. It was 3:00 AM. He knew where I was. Many a demon has tried to embrace him I do believe, for his powers, to do their dirty deeds, but have failed; he likes his position, that is why I do not know if he is demon, evil spirit, a lesser spirit, imp, angelic in nature, or what. But, as I was about to say, he followed me. And that is where I want to take you, or where I am leading you, to our connecting. Oh his short little journey where he escapes from and to, is but around this area of the Great Notre Dame, and its island along the Seine [otherwise known as, Old Paris] its beautiful river waterway, which is more of a cannel than a river I’d say, or so it seems to me. And so having said that, let’s look at this chase a little closer.


The Glance and the Chase


I never stared into his eyes; I seemed to have avoided them automatically; nor got that close to him when he was chasing me to catch his breath, and with good sense. But it was late at night when he showed up, appeared for the first time. My wife was sleeping with the window open, the breeze flowing through her covers. She was like a little angel asleep. I was outside pacing, for some odd reason; it was a sleepless night undeniably. Sometimes, possibly most times, it is hard for me sleep when spirits of any kind are nearby. Instinctive I seem to know when they area. It is that my body signals me. That is to say, I am quite ripe, or sensitive to the invisible world’s brilliant but unstable transparency; in consequence, walking to and fro, like a confused farmer, waiting for the black-crow to show up and take the farmers corn, this is how I felt outside pacing. In this case, what would be his fancy?

As it is now, 5:12 AM, as I write this—making my notes as they come to me—four days later, I want to say I love Paris, almost as much as I love my hometown of, St. Paul, Minnesota, where I live, and almost as much as my wife’s hometown, Lima, Peru, where I have a home also. In Paris I have only a small studio apartment, along the riverbank, only but three blocks from Notre Dame, in point of fact, so this tells you I love Paris also. I reside here once or twice a year, for a few weeks of down time, as they call it now-a-days.
As I was saying, or about to say, I was pacing the outside grounds of my dwelling, whereupon this creature of sorts showed up. He tried to make a deal with me, oh yes, oh yes—a agreement, or transaction. I thought for a moment, my wife’s life was at stake, knowing she was alone, but she was not his fancy, for the window was open, and this creature in a black-stone like configuration standing but a short distance away, in a shadowy mist not far from her did no harm, and I presume he could have. But again, thank goodness, it was not his prize or price. But I’m sure he didn’t mind me believing it. Somehow fear, be it man or beast, seems to arouse a hidden pride in us, a pride in that we have the power to instill this fear, in spite of, if we want to or not. But I noticed in his voice, his posture, his distance, I think he feared he could lose his position, had he threatened my wife; that is, had he threatened my wife and I cast him into the pit in the name of Christ. If anything he did yield a key to his mind set. But it was me he wanted none-the-less, me and me alone, not her. Motives yet were not known to me.

I took off to avoid him using his fear, of endangering my wife, thus having me under his whim, so I ran off, through alleys and side-streets, in a few old buildings, and hallways: not sure why I ran through them, I could have ran around them, he was casting from a distance odd looks at me as if to say: ‘…what are you running for,’ as if I wanted to, I could have you, but as I said before, I wanted to create a distance from my apartment, for our meeting, so he could not completely overpower me. And surely he could have overpowered me.
The hotels would not open their doors as I pulled at them, and so I jumped over and around a few car-bumpers in my way. I ran to the river, and the grass along the park outside the church of Notre Dame I stopped. Then I thought, ‘…every time I had stopped he was but five or six feet in front of me, or in back of me.’ What did he want I asked myself each time, as I tried to catch my breath? Standing still, like a stone in front of the Cathedral, I started to laugh, profusely, as if I was a bit off balance.
I tried one more time to escape his shadow of sorts—a shadow that really was not a shadow, it was him, the shadow, for he had no replacement other than him; hence, he again cornered me, seeing but a black mist again, a heavy configuration within the mist, I lowered my head in coughing, being quite short winded at the time, to catch my breath. I made no solid glance through the mist, as my breath came back to me. He was not yet talking (but I knew what—if not who—he was: The Basilisk-de Notre Dame).
I asked, “Where now?” kind of huffing and puffing from the run. A joke, but it was all I had in me to say [I figured if he wanted to do me harm he could, or put another way, if he could do me harm, he possibly would have by now]. He stepped back a ways, almost covering his shadow like figure, possibly to protect me from them legendary eyes, and breathe. Sometimes I find spirits are as curious about us, as we are about them; especially those who were never human beings at any given time.
“Take this,” he said, with a whisper, slow calm voice—almost soft; he wanted me to destroy something, somebody, I thought, possibly him. I stood there; palm-hand on a car, catching my breath, up and across the street was Notre Dame, and the walls that guarded the river, you could see the river-walk. On my side of the street not all that far away was “Shakespeare And Company,” an English bookstore, a place I stop at every time I’m in Paris.
It was a weapon of sorts, so it looked, as I looked down at the gift, or whatever it was, something to harm someone with I would guess, is what he was trying to hand me. Did he expect me to pull the trigger on him, if so would I destroy him, and commit a cardinal sin or would it be a more promising sin. Was he bored [came to my mind]? Was I the only one that looked into his eyes when I was on top of Notre Dame that gave him attention in a thousand years or so? Was I his salvation, his way out, and if I killed him with this funny looking gun, of black volcanic stone, or so it looked, would I be stone. Was he the tempter, or the tumult? I had learned a long time ago, sometimes you can simply go with the flow, or die trying to explain a dimension of something that is beyond you. A world you cannot look into, yet they can look out of.
I took the weapon, and, and then all of a sudden there was a whisper telling me to use it on him, or myself, it said either way. Then there was a long pause, a very long pause—he, then, simply wanted it back. Not sure why. His fingers I remember where long, pointed, almost disjointing, strong and fearsome: as he extended his hands to me, and through the mist, to get to the weapon I was now holding. I asked myself again: was temptation his high?
Then he spoke: he said he had fought in a great battle, and upon his death, he refused to go to Hell, or the pit, or even leave the earth, that being in solid stone was better as a spirit than to face the everlasting realities of either of the two places I mentioned, or so he thought. That this time he was speaking of, was a time before the time of Adam and Eve, he was a mason in a far off distant land, of another era—a time when jaguars were almost ruling the world, whereupon God stepped in and again, saved mankind from extinction. And when he rejected God, the true God, for idols of Jaguars of that time—as gods, in the haze of battle with these beasts, and upon his dying breath, he asked for mercy, to be left in stone that he’d guard over God’s throne on earth. And so he has, but not without a price, that being boredom. But should he seek death, he’d go to Hell. Should he remain on earth, at a holy site, guarding it, and harm no one, he would go to paradise, between the great gulfs—which separates Hades and Paradise. But like all of us, he was lost in his own self pity, and at the last minute, stopped a suicide attempt (or I should say I stopped it).
I tossed the weapon back to him, and ran to my wife (for he could not kill himself for some reason), to see how she was. He was there again, outside, looking in our apartment window—looking in from at distance, as if he were in a tent in an open field—with black mist around him. I comforted her. And lay close to her. I suppose he was missing someone to talk to, the comfort of a loved one you could say—is it not true, happiness is shared, and he shared a moment with me, in how many centuries I do not know.
And so I left him be, and he me. I personally had no control of the other world I knew of, or him. I knew one way or another he wanted death by desire, but again as before some 10,000-years ago, he chose life, as we all would most likely d—I think. But I couldn’t give it to him, nor take it from him. If anything he and I were simply a distraction for one another.
My wife awoke, asking what was wrong. I told her nothing of any importance, but I lied I suppose, it was of importance, for him, and such a memory as I write now, she will see, see that it was quite a night, more so than what I had her believe it was; in any case, during this time, I looked out the window, he was nowhere to be seen, he had vanished out of my life as fast as he had come in. My wife turned about a few times, asked in a drowsy way, if all was well again. I said I was feeling a little affectionate, not able to find any other words, or for the lack of a better term, along with a little insomnia.
Now if your asking: ‘Why me,’ another blank, but it is not the first nor I am sure, nor will it be the last blank to come my way in my little life time; yes, I know, another question to a dead answer. I guess he wanted a piece of both worlds? He wanted to test me under fire in my world (and God allowed it) also I do believe, to see if I was as strong as him, possibly to bring the case up to God, get His attention, but I think he got the message, that he was already under God’s grace, not to play with it. If I meet him again, maybe I’ll ask him a few more questions, but I’m in no hurry to do so.

Notes written while in the Cathedral and on top of the Cathedral, and in the bell tower and the story written out thereafter, March, 2002; It was my forth trip to Paris, and my last trip, it was a rainy few days.

Semyaz, an Archangel's Judgement (The Runaway Comet)

The Unfinished Tale (now completed)
The Scourged Dark Ages (part II)

Semyaz, an Archangel’s Judgment

(The Runaway Comet)


Advance: If you have read the journal notes on the epic poem concerning Semyaz, and his island, in the pacific you will know his story up to that point, Semyaz (sometimes spelled with an end ‘s’ or ‘z’ both the same person, was also part of the adventures concerning th e Lihmoirils, from the Black Galaxy, in the twentieth-militiaman, BC. So he has been around for a while. Also, Andaman, a demigod who took over the planetoid Ice-cap, the moon that circles the Planet Moiromma, a nearby solar system to Earth’s; this demigod was as huge as the legendary Tiamat, and as strong as the infamous Marduk. And like a supernatural being, he could transform into the physical or invisible form at will.
And if you have read the Cadaverous Planets, the name King Luhtc will emerge; once king of Moiromma, he died on the planet and no one ever knew where he was resurrected, until now; and Bah vii the High Priest. This is one of the lost tales, also considered the unfinished tale, because it was put into a book unfinished, but will of course not remain that way. The runaway comet in this tale is the size of the small moon that is close to planet SSARG, called Rotma, the larger moon is Retina (sometimes spelled with the e and the i reversed. Some folks have identified this comet to be TPC, the large body that creeps out of the Earth’s Solar System, and over Asteroid Ice-cap, and back around and over the planet Cibara and back though the Kuiper Belt, and back into Earth’s solar system, but I doubt that it is, for still others say it is a planetoid, for there are many harp players on this runaway planet of sorts. This tale was lost and now found it is the tale of Semyas after he left the island, it takes place at the end of the dark ages (400 to 800 AD), and in to the early Middle Ages, Earth Time. And perhaps this can be considered part of the Cadaverous Planets, since most of the folks in this tale, are from that category.


For whatever reasons he was not judged as harshly as Azaz’el and Buer and his bosom and gay demonic companion, Gusoyn, both really only simple demons and for the most part avoided skirmishes except for a good laugh now and then; and it was so, when they provoked Semyas to leave his abode and commit a second unpardonable sin (if you have read the first part of this you would understand). But because he was so dumb to be tricked, Ura’el had come to subdue him and in the process gave him a new judgment that Azaz’el heard about in the deep Abyss, and was profoundly disgusted. His first harsh judgment took place in 4000 BC; this second one was as indicated before, the last years into the Dark Ages, seeping into the early Middle Ages.
Thus, his judgment was to be cast upon a runaway comet until the end of days. And now he has arrived on his comet.

All the land was cold and desolate and Semyaz, looked upon it and thought with little hope, and saw what he would call, The Rockwall Cliffs, there into its side was a dugout cave, someone had lived there before, here he would call home.
A ways down from the cliffs was a large lake, and a river that came out of it.
The orbit of his comet was as follows (which soon he would find out for himself): it crossed Earth’s sun, and through its solar system, across the Kuiper Belt of asteroids, across the residing solar system, of planet Moiromma and across the planet Cibara and into the Black Galaxy, across Planet SSARG, and its two moons, Retina, and Rotma, plus the nearby planet known as the Gray Planet, or Cirumia, and into darkness, when it came out, it was near Mars.
Semyas discovered his comet was perhaps one eighth the size of Earth’s moon. It took five years to complete one orbit around or somehow through the two galaxies, and sometimes the comet was red hot, and sometimes 400-degrees cold, where there was no heat at all in the atmosphere. Such weather lasted only weeks, and then it would change for weeks to blazing hot, between 300 to 600 F; the lakes and river would almost evaporate, completely, and the comet often would slow down, then regenerate itself and speed on through its orbit again.
It would come close to hitting objects in cosmic storms, meteorites, but it never did completely, it did gather up dust and other particles of residue, even from planets, such as eggs, and fish, also there was a few Forlorn Eagles, and Tor-rats around.
The Forlorn Eagle was a large bird, 300-pounds, with a wing span of some thirty feet; it had lived on the comet for centuries, and could only fly short distances at a time.
The Flock

The year was 1010 AD, over two hundred years had passed and to Semyaz’s surprise, he found a group of beings on the comet. Had he searched sooner he would of course come across them.
He had discovered them one night, when he sailed across the lake, and down the river away, and saw a fire, a campsite, with tents, and a small rock fortress, about thirty folks.

I shall introduce them to you: there was King Luhtc of Planet Moiromma, he had died and ended up here, a 95th resurrection for him. It seemed he was second in command. Then there was Andaman, a powerful demigod, who took over Ice-cap, the Asteroid moon by planet Moiromma, unlike Semyaz, whom was a renegade angelic being, he was a demigod whom was cast on the comet by Ura’el. Also in this little group was Shamhat, of Uruk (2700 BC), and Axon II, a shadow Demon who had once lived on Planet Mercury. And Bah vii’a, High Priest of Ice Cap, sentenced to the rock, or comet, and there was Sanet (also known as Anorf) (also known as Princess of Rotma, at one time, the large moon that orbits Planet SSARG). And then there were children, old men, women and young men who comprised the rest of the group known as the Jawbone People (because of their long jaws that hung low and outward from the Gray Planet, know as Cirumia.

(Note: the Jawbone populace —“At first glance, it looked like a real person, at second glance, it was a creature with three arms, eyes that were so far apart, it would see in back of itself; it was covered with brown leather skin, knotted like muscles, a protruding large, very large jaw; a think nose, and small ears, it wore a loincloth.”

Information from: “Planet of Gray Dawn,”
The Saga of: “Siren the Great”
Part III to the Planet SSARG


Invader


Semyaz, put long and deliberating thought on the matter of, if he should invade the group, he would be the most powerful he claimed to himself, but if he did, he could lose the only companionship he would ever have. He had remembered the evil empire that was built on Lihmoir so many years ago, where the young king and demigod Illiria took it all at will and ended up with nothing. Being a bully had its consequences. He was not of the demonic race, rather the angelic race, and dominating the group would be easy, unless Axon, tried to hold him, and Andaman tried to overpower him, both demonic beings, and Luhtc, strong as a bull, but would tire out quick, those were the main contenders he’d have to worry about. But no, he was not going to do it that way. And so he stood at the rim of their camp, night and day came and left, and he was never to be welcomed.


(A year later—1011 AD) A year had passed, Semyas had fell into a slump, darkness you could say, depression, stumbling inland and out of the rocky slopes of the Comet. He got a lot of sleep to say the least, trying to avoid his grief.
The night sentinels never allowed him to enter the campsite, as often he’d venture across the lake to see the movements of the flock. He would watch them plant and harvest the small squares of land each person of the flock would be allowed, of vegetables they had grown, and so forth. Yet Sanet still caught his eye, the late princess of Rotma (whom was born on Moiromma, and brought to Rotma, thus she had Moiromma blood, meaning she had a life expediency of 900-years, and about one-hundred resurrections, it was this, her last resurrection that brought her to the runaway comet). She was pale and old, but yet beautiful with her long golden hair, and one of a few women.
It was this one particular evening, when Semyas was standing outside the campsite, hoping to get a glimpse of Sanet, she did appear, and rumor was she was to wed Moirommalit king, ex king I should say, Luhtc. She walked up to Semyaz, which caught him off guard, surprised he was, and she said,
“You come to see me?”
Stunned for words he was indeed, but “Yes!” he said, adding “to gaze upon your beauty!”
“It is along way across the lake,” she replied (but there was something developing, in her eyes, a mood, she wanted something).
“If you wish me to be your mate on this comet, you will have to win me, and quickly, for this evening I will be wed to Luhtc.”
“Why is that?” asked Semyaz.
“I am a Moirommalit by birth, and he was King of Moiromma until he lost a battle there once, and was killed and resurrected now a number of times, he ends up here, and I have little choice in the matter unless you kill him, and he will disintegrate, and be bound for another planet.”
Semyaz did not answer right away—he thought on the matter, thought little time was left; Luhtc saw Semyaz and was heading over towards him and Sanet.

The Contest

Semyaz stood before the great bonfire of the flock, he had told Luhtc in so many words, he would take Sanet by force, or contest, as often his planet allowed for, in a dispute about a bride to be. Thus, Luhtc had little choice in the matter. Luhtc was huge as a living physical creature, and strong, and Moirommalits could endure, but could he endure a ex angelic being, whom now was a scorned archangel by heaven, and hell, and his renegade angelic flock; he also was not all he used to be. But Semyaz made his stand, and Sanet had used the moment to avoid the marriage between Luhtc and her. To Luhtc she’d be a play thing, with Semyas, she might have some sport, fun, dignity, and protection.
The harp player was from TPC, a planetoid of sorts, in the solar system of Moiromma, he played for the flock, as Semyaz and Luhtc got ready for the brawl. Any and everything was allowed. The objective was to kill Luhtc, or to exhaust Semyaz, thus, he would allow defeat of Sanet in such a case, and leave the flock as it was, with no revenge intended.

The battle had started, Semyaz was never thrown down, not to the dirt nor into the fire, he stood his ground and Luhtc, although thrown down he fought for twenty-hours, trying to exhaust the angelic being. And Semyaz was getting tired, but not exhausted, he would not quite, and it was at one particular moment, Semyaz had Luhtc by the throat, but would not kill him, he knew such memories stick into the minds of others, it might be better to give mercy, living and physical beings, and for once he did not want to win by fear, which would develop after the fight, and he said, “I will spare your life, should you retire across the lake, far from all of the flock and me.” And the king knowing he had but few resurrections left, agreed, and that evening he rowed across the lake and found himself a new abode.




Conclusion:

End Notes of the “Soldiers of Nirut,” Series

So ends the tales of Nirut or its series that started with, “The Soldiers of Nirut and ends with, “The Runaway Comet,” and the last of the Lihmoirions and the stories of the Black Galaxy, which includes Marduk the evil one and his dealings with the whole lot. Hell’s lot also, and the few characters from Atlantis, Ais being one. In this series many characters from other stories came into the picture. Unhappy was the lot of Nirut, mingled with Terb of SSARG, malice plagued the planet of Toso (most of these being of the Cadaverous Planets). In all ways, evil sought most to cast a dim light on things, but one must judge the times. For many hated many, and those how did not smile or hate, where perhaps trying simply to survive in the feared atmosphere of the times; the Lion King of Lihmoir, turned his back on many. And Nirut and his father the Blue King conquered much, for example, the planets of: SSARG, Toso, Moiromma, Ice-cap (Asteroid-moon), Lihterb and many more places, except earth, and the moon called Retina. Somehow it seems it sister moon got spared, that of course is where the Great Siren spent much of her time, and he did not want to disturb the status quo, or perhaps out of respect, for we all have heroes, and she was his hero, as the Lion King’s hero was Nirut. Nor did he waste his time trying to conjure the Gray Planet, I don’t think he felt it was worth his effort (you know, the planet that Siren got killed on, and the Jawbone people—some of them, ended up on the runaway comet); Life seems to go in circles if we follow them. The Quiet Mound on planet SSARG was the battlefield for the main battle of all these happenings, and Yahoo, ended up being the new king of Planet Lihterb (Nirut’s home planet), and a new era came about. Semyas of course ended up on the runaway comet, the last of the stories (an era Rue and the Think Tank, with the Cobbler kind of ushered in, of course by the approval of God Almighty, how else could it be). What more can I say, it was quite an adventure, if you followed it from its beginnings. Until we meet again, on our next voyage.



Index

The Jawbone People
Planet of Gray Dawn (or Cirumia)
Semyas, Angelic Renegade (once Archangel)
The Rockwall Cliffs of the Runaway Comet (also known as TPC?)
King Luhtc of Planet Moiromma
Andaman, powerful demigod of Ice-cap
Axon II, a Shadow Demon, Lotus Ghost (originally from Mercury)
a nasty looking shadow, with a hideous smile to it, and teeth that seemed to have layers; two legs hung
Bah vii ‘a High Priest of Asteroid Ice Cap
Rotma—second and largest moon by SSARG
Retine—first and smallest moon by SSARG
(Where King Nirut gathered his army to attack SSARG)
Sanet (also known as Anorf) once princess of Rotma

Written on tablet paper on 7-26-2007, completed on the computer on 8-3-2007 (written at the Platform)

The Marvel of King Nirut (22,494 BC)

The Marvel of King Nirut
(22,494 BC)

We have read of the Young King of Lihterb
and his scribes, their journals, some of war
and of pain, and some of joy and merriment,
and some of betrayal, guilt of past adventures,
of all those things, of all things that men sayith,
King Nirut, his ways were thought of heavy of
adventures in days where lords, ladies, and kings
marveled at such heroes and he became their legend,
the King of Kings, of the Black Galaxy…!


He loved his women and music, to him they
gave honor; he even learned to play the harp!

Nirut was a king in the vast cosmos (in the
Second Era): lording over everybody, a
powerful man, hard eyes, not large, as many;
his father was the Blue King, first conqueror.

He was like the gods of old, his enthusiast
often told; and at times he was full of love,
and genius —yet no man could tell his fairness,
and to him nature sang!


(Shamhat) She foretold her honor and fate
and broke her vision, and slept with the King
for rich robs, he had given, and was reveled
out of her wit, for the king kept two mistresses;
but she could not play the full game, of love
and shame, for the warrior king…!
(So she claimed, so she claimed, told her heart….)

Her spirit would be broken she vowed, and craved
(so she proclaimed and proclaimed, to all)
“I wish for a simple man, to love and kiss…!”
(This lady of elite status of Lihterb.)—She was just a
Damsel to Nirut, sex, no more…and thus, she
left the king’s bed, to return no more.


It was in short time she found a young warrior
Oefro—who took her to bed, and held her fine
and fast, as his mistress, and perhaps in time
to wed… (and their lovemaking became daily).

When King Nirut heard of these tidings, he
thought, “Was my love for her nothing?”—
hence, he came with a dozen warriors in the dark
of night, surround the bedchamber, with light:

(long did she lay with Oefro, Captain of the
Fifth Division) said the jealous king) “Thy body
that was so sweet and pure, is rusted like old
nails—alas! Thy face is pale, and my Captain,
tell me what this is…? Do thy best, for you both,
sadly…pitiful—you will soon be thy ghosts!”

“Nay, nay…” said the warrior—“as this woman
lay under me, she came to me one fair night!
and she spoke with me my king, and now you
come to slay me, I know a hundred damsels,
she is but one.”

The king laid his hand on the bed, and he put
a dagger before him, it was of shinny silver,
and bright with red gold, had precious stones
as bright as Shamhat’s eyes, and said to him
accordingly: “Look, tomorrow you and I will be
right, and then shall we go to war, as customary,
where thou be, is up to ye (and Oefro took the
dagger—and then the life of Shamlaf!... ),”


“Ah!” Said the king, leave me to my grief…
I will seek counsel with Yahoo—“and Oefro’s
hands reached out to the king, and his warriors
stopped him short.

“We must now weep, and release our sorrow,
for surely she wished she had not been born!”

And the king left the chamber, and Oefro left
his way—and Nirut said, “She was the fairest
of them all, but knew not a kings heart. And now
ye understands, and will live in my heart,
evermore.

Note: No: 1908, 7-17-2007

Nirut Fights the River of Cibara (22,495) In the Conquest of Planet Cibara

(22,493 BC)


Advance: the Brutes of Planet Moiromma (originally part of the: Cadaverous Planets), done in several episodes for the series (2005-2006). THE Cadaverous Planets were originally written in 2004, and added on to ever since. So for Nirut to go to conquer Moiromma, should not be unusual for the reader should she or he know the history of Moiromma, and the Cadaverous Planets, which now Nirut somewhat belongs to, and is somewhat independent of, since he is from the Black Galaxy, and Moiromma is really a neighbor to Earth’s solar system, and part of the Milky Way Galaxy.

The Brutes appear in about five episodes in the ‘Cadaverous Planets’, and is a conquering group of Moirommalits, perhaps similar to Hannibal in his day. They ruled Moiromma for a short period of time. And now Nirut has decided to conquer this planet, since he has done so to all those around Moiromma, or is doing so at the present, or about to do so.

They, the Brutes, have what is called victory fights (perhaps similar to cockfights), in the Brute Ville, close to the cave-dwelling on Moiromma, where the king lives. Kahg is presently king, and will be defending his title soon. But at present a battle is developing (a war of sorts), and Nirut is in the middle of this battle. It is a different kind of battle in that the land of Moiromma is an arctic like planet, except for summer, which is six to ten weeks lone, and it is now summer, a the present time. Yob will be trying to win the title of kingship, after the battle is over. But none of this should matter to the reader, for it is the one main battle here that counts, and the Brutes howl as they fight, howl when they die. The Moirommalits are a primitive people, race, large structured people, and when they die they have a hundred resurrections before they give up life completely. They end up usually on another planet, upon resurrection. And I think this is enough to entice you into the battle of the Trench, or armies that howl, that is now taking place on the planet Moiromma, by the Ville of Brutes. Their world has been invaded by Nirut, and there are about 20,000-inhabidents, and that is about the number of infantry Nirut has at his disposal, with his five-hundred ships, that now have landed on the planet.


Armies that Howl

Back through the sharp cold winds and across the trench they fled, the hordes of Moiromma, the Brutes, whom were cut down at the ville, hands, feet, and all—the rest, only after they reached the King’s dwellings, stood fast,
washed-out with fear, whipped in frantic flight.

This moment, Rue awoke on the heights of Adi,
beyond the valley of the Brutes, and dwellings,
King of the cosmic throne—; Nirut leaped to his feet,
as the Brutes’ army routed, rushing here and there.
Nirut attacking, and the god Rue, watched in lay,
and Marduk the demon, saw what Rue saw; struggling hard for breath, Nirut’s senses shocked, he panted,
blood pouring from his side… the man that pierced
him was among the strongest, Yob, contender for kingship
on Moiromma…perhaps in proxy, under Nirut.

At the sight of Yahoo King Kahg, of the Brutes ran,
(the strongest of men), and Rue filled with pity now.

Marduk, now shooting a dark glance down at Nirut,
burst out at him a howl (echo), “What a debacle you craft!” To uncontrollable Marduk—said, Rue, “What is your treachery—? “Halting his assault to be on Nirut’s army.

And a whirlwind from Rue spread like a whip, and
struck Marduk, on stroke, he fell to a knee—in mid-air.
And Rue slung a massive anvil with iron chains
at him, it lashed around both hands and feet…
(as below the armies of the Brutes, howled and howled
in defeat).

Kneeling there helpless, Nirut seized the moment, and
sent the Brutes plunging over one another to their deaths.
Headfirst many were hit on the head, and fell to the dirt.
Not even then did Rue lament for Marduk, or the Brutes,
the godless ones, as he called them, ‘Always plotting
miseries for your own kind, and fight for the crown of
Moiromma, save, besides those of men, as you torment
and embrace, lust and waylay, seduce the blind, and aged,
this is your reward.’ (So shuddered his voice in
thunder, so all could hear, protesting their ways.)

Note: No: 1909, 7-18-2007

The Great Boar Hunt (on Planet Lihterb)

(22,497 BC)

Once a year on planet Lihterb, there was a great boar hunt, of the elite and special guests attended. Nirut invited Yahoo and Captain Oefro to join him with them, along with several generals, governors and of course the rich and famous, there were at least a hundred guests.


The Morning

The darkness faded as daylight came up,
the time for the hunt was at hand—.
The cock that crowed, woke the king
at the appointed hour; the clouds were
low, but there was darkness above them!

He walked with a long stride, in the court.
His shield on his back, as if to fight, yet
it was a boar hunt, “Do not follow close,”
he threatened, “let me win the beast!”




The Hunt

But the king dashed forward—time after time, chasing the mad boar, that raced over the mounds, and across the slopes, bogs and meadows—descending into the Sacred Valley of Lihterb. And it bit his back, as it had leaped and attacked, the feet of his horse, and the better of his two hounds stood back, as the horse collapsed, the other ran off.

Admirably he took his bow (with a poisoned diamond tipped arrows), and shot the beast through and through. (The king’s bodyguards were wearied, those bold men who seemed to have lost him, over the, slopes, mounds and meadows. Had they known his danger, they may have had reason to approach sooner.

And then over the hill, they all came with the pack of hounds, of the number that came, he could not count.

The fangs of the great boar had pierced his skin; the wounds were deep and insidious.


Feast of the Beast

These were large and dark looking hounds, shaped like bear heads, ripe for the wild boar kill, the masters of the game; but this boar was different, he was as large as a small horse, with ten-inch fangs: cruel, deadly, an ugly looking thing.

The men urged the king to be taken on back, “The hunt was bold,” he said, “by both beast and hunter—!” (To kill a wild boar with an arrow was unusual, for it was often by sword or spear); for he had thrust his arrow into the neck of the beast, then as it dropped and rolled a tinge, into its heart, deep. And the king cut out the bowels, and gave it to the group to eat, with bread.

The entire group admired the King for his slaying of the boar, ugly and dangerous, as it was, it was his score.

The king made no complaints of his wounds, showed no pain, and all dined that evening, with song and wine, and the blessed-meat, of the beast.

7-18-2007 No: 1910

The Complete Tales of:"The Soldiers of Nirut" (Part of the Cadaverous Planets)

Discover Ancient, Mystic Literature through the Fiction of D.L. Siluk´s new Cadaverous Tale: “The Soldiers of Nirut,” Parts One through Four


Part of the Cadaverous Planets



Part One of Six Parts
“The Soldiers of Nirut”


A Ancient Tale of Gallantry


Introduction



The Wrath of Nirut

(Note: the first part of this drama is done in Poetic Prose, the second part, is prose alone)

Nirut is a word that means, a poem about a king-warrior, and in this small but profound epic poem done in a Greek style, is best summed up in its first lines, ‘…the wrath… (of) Nirut’ The incident that provided, or provoked Nirut´s wrath took place in the Black Galaxy, on the moon (Planetoid) Retina, one of the two moons that orbit the planet SSARG, not his home planet of Lihterb, during a conquest of the planet SSSARG. The epic poem does slowly work into narrative scenes that of his anger, and the war, being recalled in stages. The Great War of SSARG, at the Quiet Mound (a fortress) near the grasslands of the planet, all will end up being killed, but General Terb, of the Desert Warriors, and most all of King Nirut´s warriors, but King Nirut does win the war, or the battle, yet he loses, for he has to leave the planet, his safety is on the moon nearby, Retina, a guest of the King there. He will have to return to his home planet to regroup, and get more soldiers, for he wishes to continue his quest within the Galaxy, this is really his first loss, yet a win. Nirut in this part of the his saga, does not accept the ransom gift of his brother now captive in the dungeons within the fortress called “The Quiet Mound”, perhaps it is a matter of pride vs., he has never been defeated, he is in a way like Napoleon, he will, and has let his whole Army parish because of his stubbornness, which he refers to as power, yet power is simply a way in trying to be a little god, in a big universe. Nonetheless, he frees his brother, and Terb, the general, hides on a space craft with both Niruh and his comrade, Rognat, and they land on the moon Retina, there he recaptures Niruh, and this is where the anger comes into play, the king accidentally kills his brother, which is really Terb’s fault, thus, he refuses to give up on the revenge of his brother’s death, Niruh, his pursuit of Terb leads him into a five year struggle across the planetoid, until he finds him, kills him, and then leaves the planetoid for home, there he find a way to get his kingdom back. That is another story in itself.



The Wrath of Nirut

(King and Solider of Planet Lihterb)


Wrath—Demigods, sing the wrath of Niruh´s brother Nirut,
murderous, doomed, that cost the Lihterbeans countless losses,
heaving down to the House of Doom so many strapping souls,
brave fighters’ soldiers, they made their bodies rawhide,
and died like a plague on fire,
and the will of the gods were moved toward his end.
Start, think, when the two first broke and clashed,
Nirut King of men and lance huntsman Niruh.


What demon drove you to fight with such a will?
Agaliarept the henchman of Hell and Beelzebub. Terb, angry
at the king, he swept a fatal blow with his army—soldiers dying
and all because General Terb rebuffed the king.
Alas, the General approached the Lihterb’s fast space craft
hid himself inside, and flew back to Retina, bringing back a set free
and holding high in hand, brother to Nirut,
placing a crowned-wreath upon his head, the deadly lancer.
He had begged the whole Lihterbean Army but clearly
the two captive commanders, Niruh and Rognat saying:
“Niruh, tell your brother the king, we are geared for war!
May the demonic hold those chains of hell around you?
Nirut´s Army be ransack, then safe passage home for us;
just set my Army free, my dear King…here,
admit these prayers, this ransom. We will honor the demon
gods who strike these Lihterbeans away—Azaz’el, Semyas!”

And all ranks of the Lihterbeans cried out their consent:
“Respect the General; accept the ransom gift, Niruh!”
But it brought no delight to the heart of Nirut.
The king dismissed the General’s gift with a brutal order
ringing in the hearts of his soldiers: “Never bow, old General,
I will destroy the fortress you feel is your safe haven!”
Not pacing nor pondering back and forth, he went forth.
With skill, wrath, and good soldiers, nothing could save them now.
“My brother—I will not give up my brother. Long before peace,
old age will overtake the general on his world, on SSARG, and
far from my eyes I will shall cast his people, slaughter them
back and forth to their end, lift my brother from his dungeons!

Now go,
do my wrath—and set my beloved brother free.”

The Old commanding officer was terrified. Obeying the order,
turning, straggling away in stillness down the corridor,
of his host king’s palace, on Retina, where the roaring
commanding battle orders would come from.
And wondering off to a safe corner, over and over
the old Commander prayed to the Great Warrior King Phrygian
of Atlantis, “Hear me, Phrygian! God of the golden city
who ruled the world from Lemuria to Greece—
lord of the islands of the Atlantic, and Poseidonia!
If ever I could build a shrine to please your eyes,
or make sacrifice with fat rams or goats,
on your sacred pyre, now, now bring to me a means.
Pay the Desert Warriors on the Quiet Mound back
Set freed the king’s brother Niruh free!”


His prayer went down and Phrygian King of Atlantis heard him.
Up he strode form Mount Hades’ summit, as if in a night raid—
with his golden lance, in his grip and across his shoulder.
The golden stick at its end, clanged as he walked with wrath,
the king himself on a stride down the corridor at night.
When the old Commander saw him, he dropped to a knee,
and a petrifying spar rang out form the great golden spear.
Next he put his hand on the old mans shoulder, “stand!”
Then, placing his piercing lance at the Commander himself,
he cut him near the bone of his neck and chest—
“You will owe me; I will give you an end in sight!”

One day the spears and arrows swept through the air.
On the second day the Commander called all his soldiers to gather—
The moment seized him, sent by Phrygian, for he grieved to see
All the Lihterbion soldier fighters drop and die.
Once they had gathered, he had them lift up a great net
(12000-meters wide and long, of some miraculous iron and nickel)
Crowding around this mysterious net, with spacecraft, swift
they rose above the fortress of General Terb, of SSARG
and dropped the net over the stronghold, and no man rose above it:
“Phrygian of Hell’s Atlantis, now we have beaten them, to fright,
this long campaign is won. So home I hope we go…
if indeed, we can escape our death—beforehand.
But wait: let us question the king,
a warrior, even a man of vision and quest—
let no man blame us for this victory, for none
can lift the net, nor feed themselves, and thus set-free
the captives, and so it was, Niruh and Rognat won their freedom.

So we proposed
to go home to the king, and down we sat as Nirut rose among us,
and gave us our will, but we did not know, nor have second sight,
all things that were to come, hence, Niruh was now missing!”


No: 1881 6-25-26-2007










Part Two of Six parts

“The Soldiers of Nirut”
Part of the Cadaverous Planets

Nirut´s Torment and Ode to Niruh





Haiku for Niruh
“You can t stop it—“
(Niruh once said to his brother long ago)
“It is a matter of time:
Fate is at the end…!”

No: 1880 6-17-2007






Nirut´s Torment

Nirut sat back half distraught from what he had done, unintentionally done, he had killed is brother Niruh —now burdened to the point he went into a depression. At this moment he sat back against a great stone outside the high walls of the castle of the King of Retina, the walls were eighty feet high, seven feet thick. Rognat, his close friend, stood high up looking down from hallway window, looking through a window to where he was in the meadows a short ways from the palace, he could see Nirut, it looked like he wanted to take his own life, but fate would not have it, and as his Niruh, his brother once said to him, “…do not look back, for there is where torment of parting is brother…!” As if he knew someday, something like this could happen.

What had taken place was this:

When Niruh and Rognat were held captive at the Quiet Mound by Murdock and Terb (whom made their escape to Planet Lihterb, and at which time, both Niruh and Rognat were set free shortly after, General Terb, escaped by hiding on Niruh´s spacecraft, and hitching a ride to Retina, whereupon, he found Niruh, drugged him, and brought him down to the river below the Castle-fortress. There he bound him with thick roots of a nearby trees, bound him to a huge rock. With the drugs he became senseless, and Terb was hoping to watch him die slowly, for three days he lay on that rock as Nirut, Rognat and Arallets looked for him.
Then in the middle of the forth night, Nirut found his brother (Rognat and Arallets were a little ways off in the woods, as was Terb, hunting for food to eat, and display to Niruh, as he had intentions to ate it, and psychological torment him in the process). Thus, Nirut finding him, looking upon him, freed him from the rooted-ropes that bound him to the rock, whereupon, once free, he came up wild, yet still in a haze from the drugs, and lack of food (Terb was too far off in the woods to hear a thing). He went wild, and attacked Nirut with half his senses back, and struck out blindly like a viper, recklessly gripping Nirut by the head and neck, and with a thrust and twist back and forth, trying to snap his neck, in the process between the twists, thinking it was Terb he leaped forward, leaped right onto his own spear, the very one his brother had brought with him to fight Terb with, once he found him, to thrust it through his heart for his evil and cruelness to his brother, for the war on SSARG was over, and this was really vengeance for no reason other than please of a kill to insult the young King of Lihterb.
Now Terb hearing the echoes of Niruh´s dying voice from the wind shifting it down hill towards him, he ran the opposite way, looking about, to see if anyone was following.

And there he stood lost in a haze of thoughts, and now confirming with his eyes and senses, that he had killed his brother. When Arallets and Rognat appeared they were horrified.







The Funeral and the Hunt


Terb from the Lost Tribe of Toso

It was the third day of Niruh´s death—he was now laid in the ground on Retina’s soil, Nirut still in a haze, still depressed, looking at his brother, and his memories of childhood with him on his home planet Lihterb, “I will not rest until I find and decapitate Terb,” he said, with dread on his face, as his body was lowered into the King’s soil—the King of Retina looking on, not sure how to take this, and several of his guards watched on with him, while Rognat, and Nirut, bowed their heads in dismay, pulling up the ropes that lowered the coffin into the ground.



Ode to Niruh

I have been renewed—
By the love and memory of Niruh
(The Great Spear of the Universe—)
Here, along the Kings River
Heedless of peril—I remain;
Heavy and strong, was he.
Pleasure and joy he gave—
“Do not look back,” he once said,
“…for there is where the torment
of parting is…!
Go forward brother,
Like a burning spear.”


No: 1879, 6-17-2007, Part of the Manuscript:
“The Soldiers of Nirut,” also part of the “Cadaverous Planets.”




“Terb´s Demise”


Terb of the Valley of Arrows (whose ancestors had migrated from planet Toso, to Planet SSARG (better known as the Planet of Grass, in the Black Galaxy), had been hiding in the old folks Village in the Safe Zone of the moon Retina (planetoid) one of two moons orbiting SSARG, and upon his discovery by several of the inhabitants who confronted him with sticks and stones and pitchforks and so on, he quickly fled before they could bind him, and give him over to Nirut (whom was originally from the planet Lihterb on a conquest of the Black Galaxy).
Nirut was notified on this by Surendic from the Old Folks Village, which helped her in her tracking of Terb, whom now went towards the river, the King’s River, that separated the two Kingdoms (the Western from the Eastern), and climbed from the river up and onto Long Bridge that connected both empires by land.
As for the old folks, they had a feast, feeling proud on their discover and assistance in the matter of finding the outlaw for Nirut, or at least notifying him he had been there, and now was headed in the direction of the Long Bridge. Perhaps the feast was a result of them feeling needed, which gave them pride that was once lost back.
Consequently now that he had found the bridge, climbed its tall torso to its top, leaping over onto its solid woodened platform, he went to where the bridge was in the center of the river, connecting the West to the East, Terb stood in-between the two, one leg on each side as if he was going to run either way, he stood on the bridge looking over, looking onto the river, watching for Nirut, There was no place to run to, if there was he would have, and so he wept, not for the killing or being responsible for killing, or having Nirut kill his bosom comrade, for he was not sorry for that, but sorry he had no place to hide, sorry he was going to be captured by his slayer in a short time by Nirut.
Hence, Nirut had hewed his way towards the bridge, and now they both stood alone in a moment of silence, one facing the other, which allowed an evil spirit to speak out of Terb´s mouth; it was Buer of Earth’s Hell.
“Hail, King of Lihterb, slayer of many on planet SSARG, Warrior of Moiromma, and once sovereign ruler in the Black Galaxy, hail to you and Earth’s Hell, for you have even controlled the demons, Hail to you and your followers.” (He had intentions to harm Nirut, but he, the demon inside Terb wanted Nirut to know the monument victory he was seeking and would receive when he killed him.)
Nirut leaped on Terb, on his muddy flesh, fire in his eyes, Buer the demon, opened up the mouth of Terb, and leaped out, without fear of Nirut (which was his mistake), for he tried to grab him, as he did herself grab the demon; having to let go of Terb to fight the demon, now fighting two beings, swiftly and quickly, Gwyllion (daughter of the Tiamat, demonic being) froze the evil spirit into a trance, thus numbing his fighting skills having to release Nirut, and at the same time, the Pig-snake demon warped himself around Buer as if in a cocoon (They did not do this out of pure friendship ((no demon would)), but the assurance they would be reward later, in that they’d be welcomed on any planet in the Black Galaxy, Nirut conquered, in later days to be, thus he was an investment to them).
Anyhow, the battle was not over, not yet, Nirut did not get his full. He raised Niruh´s spear, Xerrhang, and as if Terb was stone, Nirut drove the spear through his chest, heart and out through his back and split his spine in to two pieces, then he knelt over his dying body as to insure he would not survive the attack, unmoving he was, in the purple dark sky overhead. And then he stood up, said, “It is finished.”




Part Three of Four Parts
6-26-2007

The Soldiers of Nirut

The Battle Cry of the Devil-bats



From the Journal of Yahoo the Strong


“He drove his soldiers unmercifully, Nirut, King of Lihterb (but they didn’t seem to mind), all over the planet of SSARG (in the Black Galaxy), until they came to the Quiet Mound. His bodyguard, Yahoo, saved him once during the incurring battles throughout these trying days, and months. It was the giant broken-winged devil Bats (that looked more like flying rats). They had swept overhead of the King, and tried to grab him, flying low, trying to kill him, as if the war of the planet would stop once he was dead, and perhaps they were right, it would have. But Yahoo the Strong grabbed the food of one, and another, and swung them at the twenty or so coming in on him, batting them like a ball, knocking them out, and then he tied their feat one of the two feet, backwards (like a camel) and thus, they could not fly without a run, and walked about the camp, falling and getting back up, like drunken men.
“In the Valley of Arrows, we had conquered what was left of the armies, only a village or two were left, and they only held women and children, unless the younger boys were hiding. And so we took the most direct rout toward the Grasslands.
“We had fought the Great Bears of the high cliffs and mesas, in the north, the cavemen of the western cliffs, even the mantic ores of the east, and in the desert we had fought the Lost Tribe of Planet Toso (General Terb had made his way out of the desert, when he heard we were near, and was held up at the fortress called ‘The Quiet Mound.’
“In addition, we even conquered the ghost leader’s army, the so called ‘Jason the Wizard, and taken his wife into custody, she was a beauty to behold. We heard he had escaped from a phantom environment and had possessed the dead body of an officer called Darab, a great warrior within his command, that evidently came out of the stock of the Lost Tribe of Tose, as he had been, hundreds of years earlier.
“Some of the battles that we perused with Jason (prior to the battle by the rim of the forest of rats), he used his magic, for it seemed he darkened the skies, so his men could sneak up on us, or so it seemed, but at the end, he was no more than a piece of smoke hiding inside a decaying body, giving orders to a half witted caveman army.
“It was the second month that Nirut and his soldiers, a dark moving mass, marched through the plains; Nirut ordered his devil-bats, now under his command, to find Jason’s Army of 2000, whom were by the rim of the forest of the rats. As they tried to enter the forest to hide from our nearing army, the rats chased them out.”


The Rim of the Forest

Journal

“Knowing the whereabouts of Jason’s Army, the king marched towards the upper rim of the forest, hoping to engage in battle once in site of his lopsided army. Commander Niruh, and the 3rd in command, Rognat was approaching the forest, it was the 9th week in the desert, and it was refreshing to get out of the heat, then we spotted Jason’s army. Nirut had returned to Toso that very day, and I, Yahoo the Strong was told to be the scribe for a while longer, then return before the battle at the Mound to serve him in the palace of the moon, Retina, as his body guard, expecting the battle to only last a day.



The Battle Cry of the Devil-bats


Journal

So intense was the interest of both armies, the rats even stopped their engrossment of attack on Jason’s army, which were a collection of nomads, cave men, and desert tribes for the most part.
King Nirut´s dagger was firm in his sheath, he really did not want a battle, he wanted to win by intimidation, and perhaps cause a revolt within the ranks of the foes army. Nonetheless, the battle cry came out of the mouths of the devil-bats, as they circled high and low, back and forth, over the encampment of the foe: psychological warfare, so the king said, build the fear in them early, and when the fight starts, half will run off—desert.
Nirut— furtively gnawing at t his enemy while in battle, grabbed Jason, almost losing his grip, grabbed them around the neck, next he pulled out his dagger, gleaming after he cut open his cut, Jason struggling to get away, ready to fight with the rest of his strength, he leaped at the king, dagger in hand, Yahoo was present, swung the king to his back, lest he be killed from the force of his weight plunging on top of him, and the dagger opening up his stomach or chest areas. And with the long thick arms of Yahoo, he broke the spine of Jason, clutched him by the arm, and cast him into the air, and when he fell, it was instant death.




The ´Battle Voices


Journal


A clamor of voices sank into my ears, and I heard the king call my name “Yahoo…!”
And the king’s soldiers trampled over the horde of bodies, a few dying were bellowing, but the battle had been won. Now somber the king walked about the battle field, he wanted me by his side, and so I was. Soldiers were looking for Niruh and Rognat, they were being brought up through the corridors to the courtyard, in hopes the king would spare their lives.
Nearby the mighty rats (one hundred pound rats), peeking from the rat forest roared in a climatic frenzy, which warned me, they could be trouble if provoked, and we were now a very weak army. I and the king made a smiling gesture of friendship with them. The next day, we marched onto the Grasslands, and the Quiet Mound (the king would return to Retina shortly).







Part Four of Four Parts
6-26-2007


The Soldiers of Nirut
The Inner Fortress of the Quiet Mound




From the Journal of General Terb



“No one really knows what went on in the inside of the Fortress at ‘Quiet Mound,’ especially during the last days of the Great Battle of the Mound, in particular with Niruh, the brother of the King Nirut of Lihterb, and his companion Rognat—but of course I do, for I was the Commanding General there. I wrote this journal entry, for I fear history will overlook this battle, one of many in the scheme of all things. So I leave it in the vaults of the dungeon, for posterity’s sake, written on strong and lasting snake skin.
“We had captured Niruh and Rognat threw them in a cell deep in the dungeons of the Quiet Mound, and what I really wanted to do was cut their throats, but Lived said, ‘No! We may need them for a ransom.’ And that sounded logical, and I added: ‘I’ll take the chance’, so I said, and did.
“Then shortly thereafter, before the sun went down, we saw the great mass of Nirut´s soldiers surrounding the compound: swords, spears, bows and arrows, ropes to climb the walls, daggers in their hands, all ready for battle.
“We all rested, uneasily that evening and throughout the night, until first light, when they tried to bust down the front gate with a large tree they had cut in the Rat Forest, nearby, made it into a battling ram of sorts, and tried to rush and bust through the two foot thick wooden door of the fortress, to no avail.
“I stood on top of the tall, thick wall of the enclosure, and commanded my men to continue to shoot arrows—non stop—at the enemy below, and hideously I thought at the time, what fun it is to kill the enemy, one after another, it gets to you, you know, desensitizes you, and the more you get to watch and kill, the more you want, the less the previous kill matters, and so it often has to be more gruesome, and you watch the arrows pierce their skin, eyes, skull, watch the blood ooze out. It is how it is, not necessarily how it should be.
“Then the General, the old one that seemed always to be by Nirut´s side, he came up with an idea, where he got it I don’t know, perhaps from hell itself. Anyhow, I didn’t know of the Iron Net, not at that time, but I would shortly.
“During the Battle I glanced at the sun, it was low and hot, and the first few battles got to both armies, and then we started to fight in the cool evenings, just before twilight; them and us, we all seemed to have had the same idea—fight when it’s cool.
“In a way it was all senseless, all this bloodshed, and when we all agreed to let our prisoners go, a form of goodwill to Nirut, for inside the fortress we were tired of fighting and most wanted to go back home to the Valley of the Arrows in the Desert, most had children and wives, and we knew Nirut was like a wild dog that once he got a hold on something, he’d not let go he’d take every once of blood of every soldier he had to win, break the devil in two, if he could, we were hoping he would have not come to this conclusion yet.
“Anyhow, we agreed and so did they to this ceasefire, and I suppose it stopped the fighting for a day, or a few hours longer, not much more, and then the King of Lihterb had second thoughts, and so did his general. (We did have a feast that night in the courtyard even brought some lamb meat down to our captives.) In the meantime, King Nirut took us as a continued threat bitterly, screaming vainly for revenge outside our fortress walls—and then the net came, the iron net, right over the fortress walls, it was dropped by two spacecraft, it locked itself tightly around us, like a snake would to its prey; we had never seen anything like it before, it scared us just to experience the sight of those iron knitted chains interwoven above our heads, it was as if we were cursed.
“What could I do—I yelled passionately, ‘We’ll fight on…’ and I remember seeing the King smile, I think he wanted that, and we did fight on, what else could we do, and he killed all our men, life flies. Only I and a few others escaped, the others escaped through the Forest of Rats, which Nirut tried to avoid. I escaped on Rognat’s spacecraft a ways away in the Grasslands of the giant snakes. And so to the reader, this is my recollections of the event that took place.” Terb



Part Five of Six Parts
6-27-2007

“The Soldiers of Nirut”

The Death of a King
In Three Parts

The Blue King


Advance: Grleg once the woman, lover and wife of Jason the Wise (taken against her will from her father, king of the Stone-men of the high cliffs and caves in the western part of SSARG), became the wife of King Nirut. Jason, had escaped from the ‘The Shadow Lands,’ on Planet SSARG, and his doom, to become the leader, and king of the deserts and plains, as well as the Valley of Arrows, within that vicinity, of the same planet, now dead. She was now Queen of Lihterb, or what was under the king domain, he was at this time circling the planet and winning back all his lands King Gilga had taken control of when he was gone for six years from his Archkingdom.
He had also taken Sun, the younger sister of Grleg, and gave her to Scro, the Governor General of Lihterb, whom was faithful to the king while he was gone.
The Blue King of Lihterb was of course Nirut´s father, as Nirut had followed in his foot steps, and now often referred to as “The Little Blue King.” (Or the: Lesser.)


Journal of a King

“I was never much of a talker, as I fought a hostile galaxy (The Black Galaxy). Often times I had to refer back to my father’s teachings, the so called Great, Blue King, so he was often referred as. He loved what he called his: traditional warfare, or war tactics. Be that as it may, they worked for him, and as he often said, ‘If it is working for you, there is a reason, life is a balance, there is a rhythm to it, in it, sometimes all it takes is to outwait the others.”
I suppose I inherited his blind rage from my father, or so I’ve been told. In the plainest speech I was told I would die young, mangled with glory, like so many heroes that will be in the future, and that have been in the past.”


Death in Near

The Kings Journal


“I make no appeal for a longer life, for I would not care to be a devil-winged bat, at another’s whim. Nor would I care to be like a gaunt ghost returning to hear my voice sour across the twilight of a campfire and scare men, women and children. No I do not believe in one-hundred life times there can be a lasting peace, so I chose war over peace to be my bed partner. It is you know the more popular tumult to be in.
‘Draw your weapon,’ I have often said—and at my command twenty-thousand swords and spears, raised upward, flaming in the gleaming sun. Then I’d hear, ‘Lead us oh king…!’ my soldiers would cry.”



Death is near



From the King’s Journal

“I went forward with one-hundred men to the Blue River, the march was hard, cautious we were, a short time after sundown as the moon was setting, we were to cross the river, someone carried the news of our coming to the commanding general of the armies of the Sumernites—they thought we all were on the flatboats (but there was really two contingent groups).
The king of the south had taken the control of the planet from me, when I was gone for six years; King Gilga. His son Ga, Slim Blade for short, was present at the campsite. Once across the river, Yahoo the Strong, my bodyguard stood by my side as usual, I told him, the old General knew my father’s tactics, I wanted his advise, and so Yahoo went and found him, he said, ‘Lie in wait,’ I pondered on that, then he added, ‘…among the great stones and trees, all of us, lie in wait and the enemy will not be the wiser, and we can strike, we have the surprise on our side, strike I say in the early morning before sunrise.’ And so we were to do, as he suggested.
There was really little cover along the banks of the river, so this sounded more feasible, and thus, we extended ourselves inland, and hid in the woods, as the enemy was in front of us, unknowing our presence.
Up stream a company of men were coming down to join us (our plans were to attack them just before their arrival and they would come to our rescue): we had constructed some barrages, flatboats, several of them, and the rapids had turned all the boats upside down, and they crashed into large boulders waters. This information came back to us from one of the runners we sent up stream to find out exactly where our second contingent was, as he had spotted the enemy doing the same thing, and thus, they must had figured, the battle was won already, in the water, and would not have to do a nights fighting, and thus would sleep sound tonight.
Alas, most of the men would die drowning in the dark waters of the Blue River. We could not turn back now; we would have to use the element of surprise to win the battle, and the courage of our men.”

Attack and Death
(By Ga: Slim Blade)



From the Journal of Nirut, the King of Lihterb


Attack and Death

“And so about 2:00 AM, we made our attack in an arch form, with three rows of soldiers all swinging axes, spears, swords, swinging wide and wild, cutting down the enemy like chopping grass throughout the enemy’s camp: with dizzying speed we had killed two-hundred foe faster than a fish net can catch fish, thus, 400-or less of their fighting solders were left, and now they had seemed to have captured the spirit of war, and armed to the teeth, as they started pushing us repeatedly back towards the river—but we hung onto one another, breathless, we slashed them right and left back, in the neck, face, swirled them under our feet, stomping on them, then, we cut open their arm-pits so they could not swing their swords so easily, or cast their spears with all their might, or fix their bows.
—We did defeat them, by dawn we discovered our men from the rafts that had turned over in the rapids of the Blue River, were but twenty left out of perhaps 160-soldiers; and out of the 160-soldiers that were with me, 90-fighters were left, thus, we had about 110-soldiers, to zero of theirs.
The rest of the night we all sat around the campfire in a full circle, the roar of the water in the background seemed to calm us.
The clash of steel I will regret not to hear again. Ga (known as the Slim Blade) had struck me in my guts, I have now internal bleeding, I did although decapitate him, and now torrents of pain circled my body. But I have won the land back—killed Ga, and ordered my bodyguard, Yahoo, to kill the King of the South, King Gilga as soon as I am buried. It is over. Now, I feel silence, numbness over my body.” (The last words of King Nirut)


Epitaph (by Yahoo the Strong, left in his Journal)


“We had left, but 110-soldiers after the battle by Blue River, the King, King Nirut died that day, a few days ago, and all of us bowed as he took his last breath. I left afterwards, and killed Gilga, as ordered. A pit was dug for the dead soldiers of ours, and we fed Gilga’s men to the wild devil-bats, the ones we subdued on planet SSARG, and brought back to Lihterb. Next, we concealed the pit, and put the king on top as ordered, and brought his sword and dagger back to the palace.
As the sun rose, the soldiers left behind, had crossed the river after insuring the campsite was properly cleaned up. And to my surprise, when all the soldiers got back to the kingdom, they made me king, which was one of the last requests of our king.”





Part Six of Six Parts
6-28-2007

“The Soldiers of Nirut”

In the Cell of the Dungeon
In Three Parts



The Incarceration of Niruh

I


I rushed across the stone cell floor
tore my thigh on the bedside,
men packed in behind
panting, raving, blood-stained
(from the battle-ax of the guards).
Their fierce, faces found mine;
the bars on the door began to give:
reluctantly my brain—(with
suspicion) told me: “Step back,”
next—the guard hurled the door open
(had I been closer, I’d had been on
by back…!)
I yelled, “I am Niruh, the prince of
Lihterb, my brother Nirut,
the king….”
Suddenly my eyes were blinded—
(burning like fire)
by the thrust and force
deafened, by a roar and flash
of a sword of bright blue steel;
it passed so close it seared my hair…
(I hesitated) turrets of pain
in my mind, screamed, flooded
my cerebellum: sixty-men—in
the enormous room, all of us
held captive in the secret dungeons
of the Quiet Mound, like dogs in
a kennel.
There was blinded chaotic frenzy
all about, and many guards yelled
as they stumbled blindly about,
“We have lost the war, kill one by one;”
thus for many, luck had run out. I
jumped out of harms way, with Rognat
my companion (both fighters
in the Black Galaxy).
I leaped in front, when I heard “Niruh
and Rognat, you’ve been ransomed,
set free, come forth!”
We rushed to dissipate ourselves
from this putrid air, that had been
devouring us slowly.



Looking Back
II

Rognat had been directly behind me,
as I looked back I could see—
several inmates,
charred out of human recognition—
trying to get directly in my path,
seeking the outside air like me.
The cell screamed, ignited, sending
flames of hate, for our escape!
Up the stairway, into its heavy dark,
shadowy beams, a torch on the top,
I found the upper doors unfastened,
unbolted above, I heard a confusing murmur,
beside me, a head bobbing, a shape saying,
“Follow me!”

Then there was a score of others—
grunting, and there was my salvation,
‘Yahoo the Strong,’ Nirut´s bodyguard:
“Come,” he said, “your brother waits.”


Virgins of the Dungeon
III


Rognat’s Glimpse


I caught a glimpse of the struggling women,
a glimpse of them, in their cell, as I walked by,
they, the guards of the dungeons,
of the Quiet Mound,
were breathing hard.
I caught a glimpse of their shoulders, thighs,
battering them on the floor—half alive;
cowering on the floor, trying
to avoid chance blows.

Unable to be heard, they pulled them up,
under their arms, in din darkness.
I saw the gleam in their eyes,
white limbs huddled against the walls!
But the rapes never stopped; their eyes
accustomed to it all…: I heard a cry!
“Slim…!” and the figure was hurled across
the chamber, as the hungry lips of the guards
roared on. And that was just a glimpse.


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Notes on how the story “The Soldiers of Nirut,” material taken from the handwritten manuscript written 11-17 June, 2007 (more of an outline, the death of Nirut was not figured out in the outline, but rather in the afternoon 6-27-2007, although I had expectations to kill him off prior to this, perhaps right from the beginning), and reedited and revised, and sections rewritten between 6-24 to 6-27-2007, in manuscript form, and in sections, then rewritten again on the computer, and revised; some of the new material added was the poetry, and the Devil-Bates; some of the outline was redone and the old left out, and some characters left out that seemed to simply get in the way: written in Huancayo, Peru, under the sunny sky, with a cup of coffee in my hands, at my sister in-laws house, Mini. The version of “In the Cell of the Dungeon,” Part Six to the series of “The Soldiers of Nirut,” done in three sections, were structured in poetic form to create a more smooth, dependable, and emotional version of the story, done in the afternoon of 6-28-2007.