(“The Demonic Forces of Planet Mercury”)
((Planet Mercury and Asteroid m76) (A story previous unpublished
From’ the Cadaverous Plants,’ series))
…by, Three Time Poeta Laureado,
Dennis L. Siluk, Ed.D
Part Index
Part One
Planet Mercury and Asteroid m76
(And it’s Demonic Forces)
Chapter one: Mercury
Chapter Two: The Moirommalit People
Chapter Three: The Ways of the Moirommalit
Chapter Four: Asteroid m76
Part Two
Hot Face of the Sun
(And the Minds of Saturn)
Chapter Five: The First Great War
Chapter Six: the Feast of Saturn’s Henchman
Chapter Seven: the Second Great War
Chapter Eight: Obliteration
Chapter Nine: Mercury’s Demise
Part Three
The Mole People of Mercury
Chapter Ten: The Little People of Mercury
Chapter Eleven: Along the Carter of Moiromma
Chapter Twelve: The Armistice
Part Four
Siege of the Giant Spiders of Mercury
(And the Curse to the Underworld)
Chapter Thirteen: Bigger Than an Ox
Chapter Fourteen: The Death of King Luhtc
Chapter Fifteen: Amelia-Az Quest
Chapter Sixteen: The Tor Rat
Part Five
The Ancient Cat Demons
(Return of the Minds of Saturn)
Chapter Seventeen: The Ancient Cat Demons
Chapter Eighteen: In Search for the Golden Leafs
Part Six
The Machine
(Thirty- miles deep in the Mercury’s crust)
Chapter Nineteen: The Machine
Back of Book
Index of Names of Characters and Locations
Notes on Writing the Stories (or parts and chapters)
Drawings, Illustrations by the Author
(In chronological order)
Cover: Overview of the Shadow Crater
and its surrounding area
Inside the Book
Map of Earth’s and Moiromma´s Solar System
Asteroid Hit [Planet Mercury]
The Cold Platitude of Cibara
Moiromma´s Food
The Giant Locust Demon of Mercury
Zoov ‘al’s epitaph: Leader of the Minds of Saturn
King Luhtc of the Moirommalits, of Mercury
Siren the Great, of Moiromma
Malsi, High Priest of Cibara
Overview of the Shadow and Crater on Mercury
The King Spider, Black Mandible
The Inner World of Mercury
Amelia-Az (Princess of the Moirommalits)
Luhtco the Elder, the Moirommalit
The Tor Rat, of the Underworld
Phoebe, Saturn’s Large Moon
The Great Cats of the 4th Era of Earth
Augusto of Lemuria, Philosopher and Historian
Gr, Zoov’al’s second in command of the Minds of Saturn
Luhtco-Az (third brother to Amelia-Az)
Sometimes we’re in the mouth of the whale—and still at other times we are running from the lion, in the jungle: seldom do we find ourselves in some tranquil canyon undisturbed; thus, when it comes about, we must grab the moment…save, we lose the goat and the rope…!
Dlsiluk 2006
Part One
Planet Mercury and Asteroid m76
(And it’s Demonic Forces)
Chapter One
Mercury
Hidden on the surface by the polar-craters, hidden by the shadows is a hydrogen-based water supply emitting its way upward, ascending from the floor and sides of the crater, up towards the top and out of the crater somewhat, as most of it falls back down into and onto the crater itself, it then cools off the walls and surface and floor of this solar heated desert like area; the planet being some ten-times hotter than earth, and closer to the sun, Mercury.
There on it’s surface and within it’s crater, lives an ancient species, se can perhaps call it a race, right from the planet Moiromma: yes, they appeared there many years ago, from this so called cold planet, outside of earth’s solar system; this race of beings, have the power to die and resurrect itself on another planet, a conversion process, unknown to another species in the universe; other then that, its life expectancy, is between 500 to 900 years, and it can have up to 100-conersions within this time period—Moirommalits are what they are called.
During there existence on Mercury, many of them going on a second or third or fifth or even tenth life conversion (or reeducation), the settlement that at this moment of time in space, originated from the Dark Ages of planet earth [around 1000 AD]; on Moiromma, it would be called an extended clan, or horde, for few times in its history did they united to call it a kingdom, or of such a sort.
This location, this so called Volcano, its interior, happened to be the only place on the planet Mercury, where the Moirommalits could have survived, where it was the coolest area on the planet; again that being the polar craters of which there were two by one another (on Moiromma, it is a climate likened to earth’s artic, and their blood can clump up in the heat, and thus, die, and as you now well know, resurrect itself on some other far off planet)—in any case, the larger one of the two craters, that had upper walls smaller but similar to a volcano, was the area where they settled. Under the shadow of the craters you might say, facing away from the sun, is where—if ever they walked, they walked, other than inside the crater itself, and along its inner walls, likened to a 1000-foot trench, with ripples, or steps circling the crater.
If one looked at this community, and its home base from bird’s eye view, it would seem to them, the Moirommalits were somewhat hemmed in. But as the Moirommalits had discovered in there multi life cycles, each planet had its own dilemmas, danger areas, and very few planets were as handsome and rich as earth, yet to earth they would be freaks, giants of eight feet all, with scabby bodies, they would be hunted as if they were the missing link, or Big Foot. So again I repeat, even earth had an unsettling dilemma for them.
The craters both had their smooth and rough areas, terrain, that is to say, their battered areas showing its age—by way of the shifting winds, solar storms and other outer space debris seeping into its orbit, and crashing into its land surface. Another perspective being, this desert planet was also covered with rich iron and magnesium, volcanic rocks: therefore, outside the shadows of the craters, were Mercury’s dunes—another civilization lived there, mostly underground, a smaller mole like people, short in life for the most part.
To repeat myself, some two-hundred Moirommalits inhabited the planet Mercury now, and Siren, born of the blood of Cibara, a planet nearby Moiromma, and known to have been taken over decades prior to her birth by demonic forces, her mother was of Moiromma, and thus, Siren carried the blood of her mother likewise, she now had been in earth’s Hell, had left its gulf ((see ‘The Cadaverous Planets,’ for background into Siren)(prior, going aimlessly back and forth trying to find an entrance out with a group of followers, whom had gotten fed up with going in circles, thus, Siren jumped into the mucky water—to commit suicide, and did quite well in that area, and now ended up on Mercury, thinking it was possible she’d end up on Moiromma, but with no such luck.))
Chapter Two
The Moirommalit People
Although the Moirommalit, united on Mercury as a people, they are quite opposite on Moiromma, for on Moiromma they were, and still are a people apart: on Mercury at this time in space, they adhered to their own language and while of necessity learned the language of other species or at least a way to communicate with them, thus, many spoke several languages before their last eternal breath had taken place, not of course willingly, but because of the ruthless, wild and rude races they encountered, and therefore had to learn, and in the process became redoubtable, and great warriors, but as allies, this was quite the opposite, they were quite questionable in the alliances.
For the most part, they excelled in crater warfare, yet well trained; they did not fight beyond the shadows of the crater, lest they be wishful of a clouted heart, and die another death.
Chapter Three
The Ways of the Moirommalit
Their customs were of ancient times for the most part, perhaps in a small comparison to the jungle people of the Amazon of earth, in the 1600s, or the Mountain Folk, of the Andes, prior to the Inca invasion, and then the Spanish Conquistadors.
They were like dogs in the sense, they could eat almost anything, even rats, and did so on Moiromma, ice rats, where food was scarce, and ate ice worms, along with other and other such creatures. And when starving (and they were like camels, in that they needed not to eat for days on days: thus storing their food, intestinally), they’d eat flesh (cannibalism) when necessarily.
They were a tall and broad strain, from their neck down; the vast majority had rustic scale like skin, to protect them from the cold on Moiromma. They had heavy buttocks, thick lips, long torso, wide face, thick eyebrows—long limps, almost touching the ground like apes. Slow movements, but mobile, and brutal. The mixed races were of course of a less striking appearance, less unmistakable. Seldom if ever did they smile. Their woman, were similar, but Siren, although broad, tall and almost without rustic looking scales, was a beauty to say the least, as her mother was. Whom was of both stock, Cibara and Moiromma, whereas, Siren was born in the crypts of Hell, where her mother had died, hence, Siren, had what one may call, a passport to three, if not four (if you counted earth and hell separately) citizenships.
Moirommalits were among the human race on earth, and when discovered—alias!—were often admitted into the ranks of the Neanderthal, Big Food, or the Missing Link!
To be frank, in their earlier days they had been of no great service to their own kind, to those among whom they dwelt, perhaps that is why the Great God of the universe felt a need to give them resurrections, and long life, to find if possible, a righteous path back to Him. Like hounds they hunted the weaker, boasted of their victories, a brutal race indeed.
On the other hand, we see creative knowledge; they had a thousand years to weave their resourceful weapons on Mercury as they had thousands of years on Moiromma. It is fare to say, although there was plenty of iron, and other metals on Mercury, they had to work with what they could get to, get a hold of, and that made metal weapons scarce, if not priceless.
The civilization underground, had better resources of course, like the Amuc of the Andes. The Moiromma of Mercury, saw them in tunnels, as they would come to the surface to check things out, but they were more legend than reality to most Moirommalits, and such information was handed down, less seen during prior to Asteroid m76, hitting Mercury.
And in closing this chapter, let me bring up a sentence or two on grief and loss of this brutal race. By and large, grief and loss appeared to be hidden in the shadows of their minds: in a like manner, as was pleasure or thought, and we can add love to that. That is not to say, they did not have these attributes of emotions, I mean even trust was questionable, but they did not display them as humans do. There was a stillness about them with these attributes, an unbolted gaze, unseen by the human minds, that the Moiromma displayed, And before any warning their passion could turn into violent rage; rape was not common, but when it happened it was brutal, almost animalistic.
Chapter Four
Asteroid m76
When Siren appeared, she was met by none other than King Luhtc [from the house of Uhluhtc, of Moiromma]. It was a pleasant meeting as far as first meetings and confrontations with Moirommalits go; that is to say, no death chanting or spell binding black magic took place, nor fighting for kingship, or death squads sent into action. Yet it was not to last, for with in seventy-six minutes of her introduction into this new society on the planet Mercury, devastation was sneering in the not too far distance.
(And so it was written on this day and time, and put into the Great Halls of the Great Crater Library on Mercury, that a giant, asteroid, by the name of “mAsteroid 76,” hit Mercury, killing all the Moirommalit inhabitants but two.)
Part Two
Hot Face of the Sun
(and the Minds of Saturn)
Chapter Five
The First Great War
and the Minds of Saturn
There were two wars in the history of Moiromma´s existence on Mercury, the first being, 1035 AD, the second 1910 AD, the Commanding General Cyr Augusto (Peruvian Commander, once in high ranks of the Inca Empire, now six-hundred years old), had lived through the second Great War, he commanded it, Between the Locust Demon of Mercury, and the Moiromma. The first war was between the Locust Demon and the Minds of Saturn, ancient legendary warriors.
The Locust Demon were wingless beings, who crawled on all four limbs, could see in the night, as well as in the day, jagged creatures to say the least, perhaps the weight of a small horse, and almost its same speed.
What took place in the first Great War was as follows: the Minds—, as they were called, were a mere remnant of a low degraded horde of demonic-angelic beings—aborigines, one might say—whom comb the utter darkness of outer space for brute-hood, and thus, found Mercury’s inhabitants by chance, residing within an ancient giant crater, another race of demons, locust demons, the other breed was called (they never did discover the Moirommalits). Thus, here is the story of a vanishing race that takes place: of which Zoov ‘al the leader, led seven and twenty, Saturn Minds, his followers into the escalade.
The Minds brought with them their favorite foods and wines, light-white flowery solar wine, made from space worms, and faded, dried and burnt bear-rat, high in protean, and for meat, other such creatures they sought and found in the deep underground, half frozen pools of water underneath the polar cap of Mars; as for Saturn, their home base, they found only insects in the hollow lava caves, once occupied by their ancestors.
They wore rodent-pelts over their shoulders, taken from earth—; these demonic beings, cast out of their once homeland, earth, to wonder the galaxy, were deemed by most, the most dangerous of all demonic invaders—well armed and accoutered with: ropes and chains, knifes and swords, hooks and nails, crossbows and boards—; all warriors wore human fleece; all warriors had studded-saber teeth, and their leader was Zoov’al Epitaph, as he was known.
All the warriors stood stone-still, silent on the great volcanic rim of Mercury’s — black lava Crater, where the Locust Demon lived (two hours by foot from where the Moirommalits were, whom had just arrived on Mercury some thirty-years prior, and were for the most part, unknown); the Minds of Saturn had been looking for the infamous Locust Demon for eons, in the cold and dark zenith that surrounded their cloudless and frozen habitat, environment, now they had them within their sights.
It was on their second day on Mercury, when the sun rose high overhead that the ancient legendaries swore countless blasphemies to the Godhead, saying:
“Above—below—God is no more!”
In a sightless ritual, they hurled blocks— blocks of disdain inside their chest to the heavens, as they danced, danced in glory to have found their lost tribe—as they called it, born of the same seeds, and same location, a hundred-thousand years prior.
Then came the battle cry, it was Zoov ‘el, half angelic, half human, and demonic in form, arousing a battle cry: saying:
“…where there is no God, there is only evil; where there is no light, only darkness, the same, and where there is no cold, there is only heat. And here God has left this planet for evil to triumph.”
And thereafter the First Great War, started.
Like the flaming furnace in the sky— the demons had waited— with raging eyes, for this day and now within the crater’s deep this demonic horde of two- hundred, hungry voices, invaders crept with tapered feet upon the sleeping—wine –filled—souls of Mercury….
“Lo!—“cried Zoov’el, “Once we are done, and their home becomes a grave—alas!—we shall feast upon their flesh.”
(For being born on earth, and sent into another dimension, once on a physical planet, they turned back into flesh, once in space, they formed back into spirit structure.)
As they crept into their abode, they killed at will all the Locust Demon, they saw creeping up, over, onto, unto the sleeping victims of Mercury, likened to snakes—this was their very day. And then came, the Feast of Saturn’s Henchman.
Chapter Six
The Feast of Saturn’s Henchman
The Minds of Saturn had won the war, and a feast was about to begin, of the five hundred or so, Locust Demon, four hundred were killed, fifty were found alive, and fifty were missing, hiding in the tunnels of the Mole People, undiscovered, these would be the fifty to restart the race, the dead, whom never really died, were cast out into space as residue shadows, to wander aimlessly in the dark, until the judgment day of God.
But of what took place at the Great Feast of the Minds—these demonic beings from Saturn, of a primal time, was this: the vile eating habits of the demon commenced: compulsively draining marrow of their victims, drinking liquefied bones, pulling out their pale-dry teeth and chewing on them as if they were delicious rock candy, sucked out flushed-lungs; ripping out flesh and eyes, ribs and thighs.
Thereafter, after the feast had settled down, they built dark volcanic alters, on the and floor of the crater, clapped and danced to the great henchman of hell, their once leader of darkness, Agaliarept, and the Ten-Winged Serpent of Hell, they bowed their brows, as Zoov’el bellowed like a grasping lizard, tongue hanging out, throwing rocks onto skulls, screaming,
“I am the God of Mercury,” at which time the rim of the volcano trembled, mysteriously trembled, and unrepentant, smoke started coming out of the tunnel holes, as if they were going to be entombed; even boulders from the rim of the crater started rolling down its sides, lava gases appeared from where the boulders parted…they were all deep in the pit of the crater, and a big eruption came, likened to Pompeii, and the blaze of the gas, the queer-colored gas, multiplied and ran like small streams of veins to the floor of the crater, sealing all that lived, into a crusty like form, as if they were statues, and frozen within side of their stone covered surface. All were enclosed, even Zoov’el; and consequently, the fifty remaining Locust Demon, reappeared on the surface of Mercury, by way of the Mole People, into a new crater, where they started their new civilization.
Chapter Seven
The Second Great War
The Second Great War of Mercury was between the Locust Demon, now 100-hundred strong, and the Moirommalits, two-hundred strong. This war would bring both races ankle-deep into blood, within the crater of the Moirommalits. And in the hot face of Mercury’s sun many would vanish. The Great Peruvian Moirommalit General, Cyr Augusto, commanded this war, with the overseeing of King Luhtc.
Many a man was baked alive along the edge of the crater’s shadow. The Locust Demon were breed from some far off race of demonic beings who once walked the ground of earth, and had fled some great upheaval that took place, identical almost in the history of the Minds of Saturn, in that one day they appeared, and as a result, the living history of Mercury was started: other than the Mole People, they were the first to their knowledge, the first surface inhabitants of Mercury. They, similar to the Moirommalits, took refuge in a crater, and as we all know now, lost the First Great War.
They were not all that far from the Moirommalits, actually they had discovered their presence about 1070 AD, some forty years after the First Great War. There was so few of them, they dare not have even thought of starting a war, but now, at one-hundred, they felt equal if not the better warrior of the two hordes.
Mercury’s horizon was likened to brass and scarlet—with a blazing ongoing, unending heat wave, they harnessed it though, paradoxical and bizarrely to their liking when they could search the galaxy for another, and better planet to live on, yet they adapted to the harsh life of Mercury (and it is fare to say, why a demon does what he does, is beyond this writer’s mind), but they were in essence, waiting for their second chance to take over Mercury, of course the First Great War, was to survive it and not be cast into utter darkness, the Second Great War would be to rule it.
They fought on the cliffs for the timeless crater, home to Moirommalits for nine-hundred years, dressed in rat skins and the flesh of their own kind.
They, the Locust, and the Moirommalit, did communicate during these final days, prior to war, they had meetings galore, the main dispute was this: the Locust, wanted to be allowed to build settlements within the shadow of the Moirommalit Crater, feeling they were the first surface inhabitants, they had this right. The shadow of the crater was the largest shadow of any of the craters on Mercury, perhaps because several smaller craters protected it front the scorching and boiling rays of the sun, like earth’s large moon protects earth, from its ultraviolet rays.
But of course, this was not to the liking of General Cyr Augusto, who told King Luhtc, “How can we protect ourselves, if we are surrounded by the enemy?”
Of course, the Locust henchman, king of the demonic force, Azaz’el the II, as he was called, proclaimed it accordingly, saying “We are of no threat to you, whom have iron weapons, and can die a hundred times and resurrect on another planet.”
But as far as war goes, and the nature of war, such is always fought over self-interests, not those of the other party’s interest, no indeed, it is self-interest, perhaps the evilest of evils, even stronger than Satan’s pursuit. Henceforward, the war begins, as I had previously stated….
It took only one long afternoon, when light and air was thick, in a tumult almost, with little to no sound came the reverberating voices and footsteps of the Locust, down and around the rim of the crater. It would be a brittle battle to say the least. There were endless minuscule tasks for foe and prey to do, which caused the pulse of the Moirommalits to beat faster and fight harder, thus, quivering faintly, the drive of the Locust, but onward both fought.
It was—for the most part—two races beating up one another, to no avail, to no end, no benefit, therefore, came an truce between the two, where war would stop, but peace would not be restored, only in actions until one or the other decided the other was stronger again, and self-interests, become high again on their agenda.
Chapter Eight
Obliteration
Commander Cyr Augusto, saw the appearance of m76 (a giant asteroid) coming straight in line to hit their side of Mercury. He called it “The Death Saber,” for the attack of the asteroid would be likened to an attack of the great saber tooth tiger, so he told his king, Luhtc.
Strangle, this forth coming doom, Siren and King Luhtc, along with Cyr Augusto, announced the bad news to his people, what they observed. Luhtc and Siren, both of high concentration of Moiromma blood, knew they’d have a resurrection should they die in the forthcoming doom, but Cyr’s blood being of two mixtures, that of Peruvian and Moiromma, the Peruvian perhaps dominating, would die, and there would be no second chances for him. He was—it was said, Cyr Augusto was between 600 and 400 years old, closer to the 600, than the four-hundred I do believe. Thus he was of Wanka and Inca stock, and therefore, performed a death rite, relinquishing his life on Mercury. He knew they were mostly all condemned, if not too pure death, to parting Mercury. Nevertheless, he would die in honor and respect of his fellow men.
Inflexible was the Asteroid, when it finished its job, striking Mercury like a hundred atomic bombs going off at once, thus, lying about were body parts of the Locust, as well as for the Moirommalit, and even many of the Mole People. It took seventy-six minutes to hit Mercury, upon the arrival of Siren, and Commander Cyr Augusto kept to the last second his integrity. The only two living was the King and Siren; both had hid in the deep tunnels of the Mole Caves.
Chapter Nine
Mercury’s Demise
And Conclusion to Part Two
Mercury, as it has always been, an awful living, sightless planet of darkness and heat, in the not so far distance, a great asteroid had hit the planet, thus, the sun no longer gave it a hellish omen, its demise was at hand. Now a candles orb, with eyes filled with dust, residing next to the sun, where once life lived within the volcanic craters of Mercury, now but misbegotten species’, the Locust Demon and the Moirommalits had disappeared, all but for Siren and the king, Luhtc, and the Mole People thus, were left, but in short supply.
Part Three
The Mole People of Mercury
Chapter Ten
The Little People of Mercury
As we all know, Siren was still alive on Mercury, as was the King of the Moirommalits, Jokaneen, was Siren’s mother, she had died in the vaults of hell, giving birth to Siren, and part of her dying residue was submerged into the back chambers of her mind, kept alive, and she often spoke to her mother—via, telepathy, except for the time she was being courted by the royal house, on Planet SSARG´s moon (for more information on this see “The Cadaverous Planets”). And so we find much information given to Siren by way of Jokaneen, and Jokaneen was a student of Tfarcevol, Moiromma´s most renowned philosopher, equal to perhaps Plato, or Socrates, or even Aristotle. And so we see she was a wise leader in her former and later years. And now with the young king, she had a new mission in life, not only to survive the planet, but to restore its Moirommalit inhabitants back onto the planet, while perhaps discovering the Mole People in the process.
The Mole People, were an indigestible people (whom lived arguments, stubborn, and very talkative, rude and selfish), I say, hard to digest people, of the Solar System, and King Luhtc, with the help of Siren and her mother Jokaneen, who had talked to the spirit of Cyr the Great General, found out these pygmy like people, just didn’t appear out of nowhere, they had a history, one Cyr kept from the king, lest they be hunted and killed by his kind. They were a bread of two inhabitants, the Amuc of the Andes of Peru, and pygmies of Cibara, a hybrid form of demon, I should say half demon, like an imp, who lived once in the catacombs of Cibara, in the dreadful underground passages, under the high priest of Cibara, Malsi, henceforward called, Cibaranites, they were originally brought from earth, via, angelic renegades, by Crick’el and Amasras, once, both being archangels, now cast under tons of stone and locked in chains by Ura’el, the bright one of the God of the Universe.
This demonic force cohabitated with the Amuc of the Andes, and were cast out, and brought to the Planetoid, and then onto Mercury. Malsi the 10th, was the leader of the Mole People of Mercury, and I shall describe them slightly:
These asteroid pygmies had membrane nostrils, for a nose—that is to say, just a film over the area where a nose would go, and six holes in that vicinity: the reason being, the asteroid had thin air, and it was at times hard for breathing and was suited for underground life, as now they were in the tunnels and cavities of Mercury.
They also had a thin twig like neck, and white-ivory hair: small slanting eyes, like a snake, no ears per se, some wore iron wings on them, as if they once wore them and they were taken off, as if they could once fly and no longer could: perhaps a remembrance of far-off days.
In addition, they had deep, rooted eyes and rose-color skin, again I repeat pigmentation that is, was white or red usually. The tallest perhaps as 18-inches in height; they ate roots and mushrooms they had planted and harvested deep in the bowls of the asteroid here on Mercury, it was different, they ate ice and rock rats, and mud worms, brought over by the early settles of Moiromma eons ago, and which descended into the plates of the planet. For them, the process was: search, seek, or kill, and eat. They had poisoned some of the Locust Moirommalits in previous days, but they were the only one left, thus, down from 1500-inhabidents, to 500, for much of there underground kingdom had sunk to the core of the Mercury, and desolated in its head. They had lived on this planet for three-thousand years.
It was inevitable now, the Mole People, would have to seek a new life, and much of it would have to be above ground, with a portion underground, in what was left of their tunnels, and dugouts, which were used for homes. And so, Malsi the 10th, showed his head, along the shadow of what was left, and called, the Carter of Moiromma.
Chapter Eleven
Along the Carter of Moiromma
The Majority of the Mole People, desiring ever so much the shadow of the Crater, more to live above ground, in what was now called the Shadow Lands, to walk on its solid surface he, the High Priest, known as Malsi the Tenth, leader of the Mole People, gave leave for each family to depart from the underworld they had lived in for thousands of years, to build settlements, long denied, saying:
“Go then, if you will, though it is against my wisdom, for I fear ill will prevail on the surface, as always it has, while—in the mean time, my Royal Guards, will assist me,” of which were fifty of the five-hundred Mole people now living, of which 450 were to live above ground.
The High Priest felt they would return in time, perhaps more swiftly than expected, and he could rule through a form of government, on the surface—during this period, consisting of five regions around the shadow of the crater, and of the five, sections each would have one-hundred inhabitants, except for the fifth one, which would have but fifty. In turn, the Governors would come to the central government, which would be his, in the Hidden Underground Kingdom.
Nogrut, the brother to Malsi, was chosen as the chief Governor of all five provinces, whom would report directly to the Chief High Priest.
“And be wary,” said Malsi, to his brother, Nogrut, “that you do not get hemmed in by the other four, and depart from me, I have my Royal Guards, if need be to recapture any breakaway provinces from the Central Government,” and Nogrut, took heed.
At this point and time, between the Hidden Kingdom and the Shadow Settlements, a dangerous road was being built if not a haunting one between the two regions, the underground kingdom and the surface settlements, both wanting the power of the other, both enmeshed in evil thoughts.
In actuality, the union of the five provinces grew strong and united, and was in a short time called, The Union, and the lower kingdom was fearful in trying to dominate them, lest they lose hold of them completely, and they had five times the amount of people, but only perhaps equal to fifty good warriors, as the High Priest had.
Chapter Twelve
The Armistice
Siren, fearless and hardy of heart, having sought the friendship of both kingdoms, only the Shadow Settlements, along with their rulers took her in as friend, and not foe, the last, or Fifth Province was always wary of her though, as was the lower Kingdom.
It was at this time, both King Luhtc and Siren built a rock adobe home—more liken to a small fortress, within the Shadow Lands, and lived among the Mole People, with kind of an alliance, should they get attacked, they’d help under certain circumstances. The High Priest of the Hidden Kingdom remained at odds with this, feeling they did not need such a powerful alliance with Siren and King Luhtc; it was what he had feared from the start, autonomy. But again, he did not want war, at the point anyhow, in fear of losing it, and gaining nothing, but bitter he remained.
Therefore, for a long while anyway, all were content, the Union of Five, the Hidden Kingdom, and Siren and her King, that is, until there was a dispute with the Fifth Province, wanting its own independence from the four. This now was a subject of debate for months, until Nogrut, took 100-soldiers from the four provinces and attacked the fifth province, and killing ten of its fifty inhabitants, or 20% of its population. Each life was quite valuable on Mercury, and hard to replace.
This did not set well with the High Priest Malsi, who demanded his brother be taken off from his position and hung and all the Union Soldiers leave the Fifth Province: and I repeat, the High Priest, was quite angered by what the attack had caused in death total, or at least this is what the proclaimed to the invaders, and his Royal Guards. But no one dared to lift a finger against Nogrut, and thus, Malsi sent in all his fifty Royal Guards to recover the province, and proclaim it to have self rule (of course under his protection), this caused a war with the Union, those soldiers still guarding the province, and when the Royal Guards came into the city, of the Fifty Province, they killed seventy-five of the soldiers of the Union who remained there, losing only ten of their own. Thus, a retreat was called for by the Union.
This did not set well with Nogrut, whom now demanded King Luhtc and Siren, to help him regain the breakaway province, but she refused, saying,
“Create an Armistice, lest you all want to parish.” She knew deep inside, if Nogrut was given a chance to take over Malsi’s underground kingdom he would, as Malsi would destroy the Union if he could, and thus, felt, a good balance was now created; that being, the Union was a counter balance to Malsi, as the Fifth Province, united with Malsi, was a good counter balance to the Union.
Within a short time thereafter, Siren gave birth to a daughter of Luhtc, and she committed suicide, and was resurrected on her home planet, Moiromma. King Luhtc, was left behind to create another Moirommalit race on Mercury, and the Armistice remained in place—at lest for the time being.
Part Four
Siege of the Giant Spiders of Mercury
(And the Curse to the Underworld)
Chapter thirteen
Bigger than an Ox
The sun rose over the top of the shadow of the crater, pouring down a tide of brilliant, gleaming sunlight: involuntary motions, deliriums, which all riddled the puzzled inhabitants of the Shadow Lands that surrounded the crater, the Mole People.
Up, up, then over and down, and around the rim of the crater came these giant spiders—who had lived deep in the old roots of the underground world, disturbed by the asteroid that hit the planet, a few years back, they came through the underground mud, tributaries—they were slow in digging their way out, filled with obscure dimness, somber whispers to one another, said its leading spider to its 2,000-followers, bigger and wider than an ox, and of a demonic origin, and short memory, perhaps seven hundred pounds each.
“Death is painted dark and thick; we are the death spiders of the haunting underworld of Mercury.”
The Mole People, looked at the mass of thickness emerging with agility over the rim of the crater to their base, they could see the glimmered yellowish pair of eyes in each of the subterranean creatures, with eight legs; the Mole People yelled with the fury of devils, to one another about these surprising and unknown creatures, awful screams rose from all directions, the monsters were creeping onward, they had monster like jaws, and they knew they would crush the Mole People, then eat them, moving with the swiftness characteristic of its smaller breed, an appalling quickness and ferocity. Within an instant, the first of the five provinces of the Shadow Lands, were a shambles, the inhabits were all dead, heads taken off by with one bite of the creatures, all hungry, starving, and with a clamor and fiendish yells, they ate the rest of the 100-bodies they found at the first site, and soon they were closing in on the second province.
Fascinated was the High Priest, as he saw them coming, and ran and hid in his underground kingdom. They were black and bulky, and crouching into the shadow of the crater. Among the victims of the first province, none lived, not even Nogrut.
There was nothing they could do, the Mole People against the claws and fangs, and venom of the spiders, and Black Mandible the leader, knew it was futile for them.
Henceforward, the hairy legs of the spiders crept into the second province, and again under the pinning, staggering , dragging legs and eyes, and weight of the hellishly proud spiders, they crushed with horror the ghastly mass of little people, that stood in their way, entrails and blood, of the Mole People littered the Shadow Lands.
During this time, the three other provinces, raced to the underground kingdom of the High Priest, Malsi, seeking his wisdom and leadership.
They clutched around his throne room, in silence and mystery; no word had passed between them, only ghoulish fear.
Said the High Priest,
“You see, on the surface we are helpless, crushed by throb of fear creatures bring to us to their knees, beasts of the planet eating us at will.”
There now was three hundred left of the Mole people, said the High Priest,
“As soon as you feel up to it, we will put distanced between them and us,” and he jerked the head of his Royal Chief Guard,
“Don’t be afraid,” he said, “nothing is going to harm us,” and he could feel the heart of his Chief, resuming its normal beat, for he knew what the High Priest said, was always forthright, except for his dominating his followers, about now they all didn’t mine his domination though.
There was an old ruins, under the bellow of the Kingdom’s floor, one he saw, and told no one about, in his youth, he muttered to his Chief Guard,
“These spiders are devils, some even with dog heads, they will swarm over our kingdom soon (instead of answering, the Chief Guard simply nodded his head yes).”
The High Priest clinched his fist, and moodily, touched, timidly, a lever, and all were speechless, as an ungrounded door, with steps lead to old ruins, a kingdom unknown to all but the High Priest.
At this very moment, the beasts on the surface shared one another’s uneasiness, trying to find the entrance to the underground kingdom, fitfully moving and looking the entire underground kingdom over once found, clear and calm, hot and with out calculation, many got lost in its tunnels. But none could find the doorway to the ruins they, the Mole People had escaped to, and never would, nor would they ever surface again.
Chapter Fourteen
The Death of King Luhtc
King Luhtc had survived the siege of Mercury, of the Giant Spiders, he had went down into the bellow of the Crater, when they were climbing up, and you might say, into their nest he went, which had wide tunnels everywhichway. Thereafter he and his new born daughter, Princess Amelia-Za, now two years old, sought refuge from the demonic forces of Mercury, the new ones, for the Minds of Saturn were gone, and for the most part, so was the Locust Demon, unless some remained elsewhere on the plant, and the spiders were on the surface now, and he hoped they’d remain there, and the Mole People, they disappeared. Thus, he was free for the time being of all those hideous beasts, and he walked along the narrow rocky cliffs of the inner world of the crater, looking for shelter, away from the brute forces of Mercury, away from the massive jaws of the giant spiders.
If only he thought, he could have the momentum of the Bat-Condors flying body. It lived, like most bats, in the inner caves of Mercury, and within the dark shadows of the craters crevices. They could swoop down in a moment’s time and clutch onto something, and devour it like several perinea. They were a species of bats, with teeth like a wolf’s, and a wing spread of perhaps four feet, and often would hit the solid wall of rocks in the underground tunnels and be unconscious, laying about in the wider parts of the caves, the smaller ones were of course took less impact in this manner.
And so it was, King Luhtc and Princess Amelia-Za, found a home inside the caves, and water, and there he build his home, along with several other huts, as if it was a farm. He’d now and then go to the surface, looked about some, and escaped back to his farm for a moment of rest, and recuperation, it was really a hunt, for a giant spider, whom might be dying from the painful rays of the sun, he’d kill it and take his carcass to his farm, and eat the meat, and use the hide for rugs and clothing.
He watched them for a long time, wandering about like lost dogs, but he was weakening rapidly from the lack of sun, and fresh air, it was evident his bodily organisms were injured badly from this state of survival.
For fifty-years he lived in the underground world, having now twenty-sons and ten daughters, but making little headway as far as creating a new civilization, as he and Siren had talked about, but now there were thirty-one of them, Moirommalits.
On the other hand, He felt as if he was one of those men, who do things—in contradistinction to those who think much and do nothing. He did a lot in building thirty connecting houses to his farm, a little fortress you might say, and finding wells of water for everyone, but his body was likened to an old man, and his daughter now, 31-years old, was to become Queen.
It was prior to her being crowned Queen, the old king fell and went under into the deep water of the well, several of his sons tried to grab him, by the neck, and though he weighed much at this time, no one managed to drag him to the surface before he died, from the open well that looked more like a pond, in the center of the fortress.
When they did discover his body, his legs were broken—the crash against the well cliff walls, under the water must have done it.
By this time, the fight was out for whom would take his place, and be king, along the side of Princess Amelia-Za, soon to be queen. But Amelia-Za knew, as soon as she became queen, and a brother was selected as king—the eldest son that is, he probably would turn upon her and attempt to devour her, kill her on a pile of rocks as a sacrifice to his forth coming works, for all males carried stone-knives. Who would protect her in this bottled up underworld, she felt as her father had felt, she was behind prison bars.
As she looked about she—for the first time noticed her father had build his inerrable farm, among unscalable cliffs. There was no escape, lest she wanted to supply her body to the giant spiders, or walk the tunnels alone waiting for the bat-condors to find and eat her, and challenging her brothers for kingship was questionable, she might even be used for food if defeated; they often subsisted upon their own kind as now they would eat their father, cannibalism was normal for them.
And so, for more thought, she hobbled off towards the cliffs. Thrice, she traversed the entire extent of the inner chamber of the cave, the length of the farm plus some, seeking a way to this dilemma, trying to imagine, find a loop-hole for survival or escape, finding none she returned in the direction she started, sniffed the clay of the cliff walls, and lay down against a large rock—in a form of impulsive mercy.
Her father once said to her and she now remembered it, word for ward,
“Our kind, and earth’s kind, are similar in some characteristics, one being, gratitude is rare, and only occasionally traceable to unselfish acts of man, and Moirommalits, but don’t look for it, it is a force, for the evil nature of us will not be put off very long, and only bring great physical discomfort for those who wait for it, and sometimes we must give way to such demands, and sink into a profound slumber (or let the enemy believe we are) then attack, with wide open-eyes, the enemy will struggle to rise, not knowing what hit them. You are no weakling daughter, never have been, turn your talons to steel; and I add to this, another quality to warfare, Amelia-Az, —is silence.”
Chapter Fifteen
Amelia-Az’s Quest
The battle for kingship of the clan was short. In the silence of night, Amelia-Az had pulled down the elder brother, Luhtco, the one seeking to be king: with a single shake, terrier like, had broken his neck, while he slept. Then she was upon another. In her efforts to defeat the wild-dog brothers, one by one, giving an instant to snatch a rock knife by the loin of the second brother’s side, for the first had fallen dead, almost simultaneously, the others woke up—she was at this point ready to crush the skull of the second brother, and with a single bite, ripped off his ear, and spit it out for all to see (hearing legends of the Great Fighting Siren), and she said unto her brothers,
“Unless you beasts consider me the Queen, and sole ruler, I will bring death forward and devour your corpses one by one,” she looked fearsome.
Upon the faces of the brothers, one might have felt they looked handicapped, with such a devouring exceedingly untried ruler to be. Her act of force was as intelligible as any words might bring.
She stood up, her joints were stiff, slowly and gently she rubbed her thighs, as the next eldest brother put a crown of red stones encased in a thin iron rimed circle, with white skeleton shellfish dangling from sections, the one her father was going to give her—he put it on her head, and proclaimed her to be the one and only ruler, for he was next in line, and thus, gave it up for her. He was called thereafter, The Foist.
Chapter Sixteen
The Tor Rat
The Tor Rat lived in mounds, inside the underworld, and caves, and out side it. They lived in mounds like the Amazon ants that build their small heap some two feet high in a pyramid like style.
The Tor Rat was likened to wild dogs, and as big as a small dog, they could be captured for hunting purposes, and even domesticated, and were eatable. The taming of a Tor Rat, were done in herds, by the Mole People, long before there were any surface inhabitants. They were strong, and could be ferocious beasts at times, could walk on all fours or two legs, upright, yet a little bent.
They lived in small dugouts in mounds, protruding a foot usually to sense the enemy oncoming, evidently having some kind of sensory perception in them. Ajar, were there dugouts, were, the foot could be seen, promptly offered the Moirommalits an opportunity for food, if not a pet.
It was one afternoon, when Queen Amelia-Az, and Foist, her younger brother walked rapidly down toward one of those dugouts, the brother slunk silently after her, both most delighted they saw the foot extended. The brother pushed the foot out of the way, and pushed himself into the dugout, plunged on top of the beast, grasped his neck, and there was a considerable struggle, the Queen vigorously squatted down to see the fight, as it emerged, when after a time, the Queen saw in a distance, in what looked like a clearing, not so friendly, several Tor Rats, and they were starting to spread out and corner the Queen, and the entrance to the dugout.
At this point, it was too late to consider a friendly welcome, and she knew there was to be an undertaking on this event, provided of course, her brother could help, and he was busy fighting with the Tor Rat, a large one, that had been sleeping.
The several Tor Rats attacked the Queen, dragged her to a pile of rocks, hiding her within the structure, as to return for the brother, fierce eyes moving restlessly from side to side—the head of the Moirommalit came off, as the eight Tor Rats paced about looking at the careless Moirommalit’s carcass, his red tongue laying outside of his moth, like a bulls.
As they paced, they grinned, whined somewhat, as if they were communicating who would feast first on the two bodies, and like all creatures, wanderers, savage dog like creatures, allowed the larger Tor Rat, the one that was sleeping in the dugout to bite and rip into Foist’s flesh first. Thus, rudely the spell of rebuilding the lost kingdom of Moiromma on Mercury seemed to have had taken a turn at this point, by the somewhat, unfeared Tor Rat. Yet it was legendary, but the Moirommalit did not know it, not to corner the beasts, or not to become unnumbered without taming them first.
Part Five
The Ancient Cat Demons
(Return of the Minds of Saturn)
Chapter Seventeen
The Ancient Cat Demons
It was a long time since the Minds of Saturn had return to Mercury, once conquering it some 950- years prior, what had they been up to? Well in a nutshell, I shall let you know, but first, let me reintroduce you to the Minds of Saturn—a hair bristled stiff demonic force in the earth’s solar system, a savage growl to their stone like faces, with yellowish green eyes. Their ancestors once roamed the earth with the Great Cats, and ruled it, about 26,500 BC. The Great Cats (of the 4th Era of Earth) of that era were possessed by these ancient ancestors, who were forbidden to rule in the flesh, and so tried to in the bodies of the cats, this so called demonic force, being driven from their first abode.
Perhaps all this paranormal, or mystic activity, was thought to have been able to subdue the world, but instead their quest was crushed, but not before, near genocide had taken place on earth, with only 2000-humans living on earth, left to repopulate it.
The question had come up,
“Whatever happened to that ancient demonic force, for not even the most ruthless force in the Galaxy, knew this (the Minds of Saturn), and if they had, it was erased from their memories. As far as the earthmen went, his memories were also erased from this once world crisis, perhaps the most horrid crisis other than the Great Flood, and thereafter, man, seeing the world around him, untrained to see this paranormal world, thought nothing of it.
But Ura’el, the archangel, was called upon once again by the Great God of the Universe to put an end to this era, as he has been called from time to time.
Augusto, a mammoth creature from the ancient land of Lemuria, known to have been a philosopher, and historian, with four hands, and a head similar to a horses, large feet, and thick behind, knew the secrets of that time, he wrote them down, for they were handed down to him, and he and placed them in a library in the South Pacific, kept by the Bird People, those with long ears and similar to him in figure and tradition, although with only two arms, not four.
In those far-off days, the angelic forces, along with their giant sons, all ate flesh, and those they killed, their souls cried to the heavens until God heard their voices and sent Ura’el. Other angelic beings that came with Ura’el were Suru’el, Raphael and Raquel, and many of the angelic beings were sent by force, put in chains, and brought to the Prison House of Angels, deep in space.
Zoov’al (also known as Zoov’al- Epitaph), had sought for years his ancestors whereabouts, often racing homeward to Saturn to find clues and so forth, and even to Mercury and earth to its South Pacific Islands, and studying the culture of the Bird People, and thus he found a link, it read, and I shall translated it in better English for the readers,
“It was a rude time for the Cat Demons, the demonic force that found an open gate to try and rule the world, and in the process assembled a great concourse of warrior cats, and ate the human children, the heads of women, and man himself. They grew to enormous sizes, some eighty or a hundred feet tall, most were slender, and heads were forty feet from the ground, rapidly they ate mankind from earth, and when the four angels came from heaven, they captured them, took out there essence from the cats and poured gold over them, gold leafs, for gold can contain a demonic force, a demon, let it be known, evil in the form of demons, you don’t kill them, you contain them, and this was one of their prison. Thus, they put these leafs into a box, chained it, and dropped it into a well, six miles deep on, Phoebe, Saturn’s Large Moon; their children were left on Saturn. I, like them, am a creature from the other side, but I did not lose my soul, as they did. And so now it has been documented for posterity’s sake.” Augusto 13,500 BC.
Zoov’al, now on Phoebe, warriors about him, would no longer need to search Saturn, Earth or Mercury for his answers pertaining to his ancestors were completed, he would free them, and then return to Mercury, to see if any more life forms had developed. And so he ordered his followers, some one-hundred to search for the well, doubtless, everyone knew him—Zoov’al was the chieftain, but once he freed his ancestors, would they affirmatively allow him to be the head, according to calculations, there were five-hundred of these Cat Demon cast into these so called gold binding leafs. A question he felt would be answered later, but for now it was a search he often thought to be empty, now quite the opposite.
Chapter Eighteen
In Search for the Golden Leafs
I think, Zoov’al’s followers sense his antagonism, for he kept tugging at their wills to find this well, he even carried a leash and growled at them ominously. He was obsessed with this new quest. No one could completely comprehend why it was such a pursuit, that this savage brute did not turn and simply say, “It’s all a squander of time.”
This all made his followers, his warriors who sought blood and victory, now searching for the dead, disheartened; for here was a considerable force trying to rescue a dead force, that would only bring havoc to his future campaigns, and in the process, his army was dog-tired.
The area they now searched appeared more open and seemed to have been at one time a coastal area. Thus, Zoov’al quickly anticipated this was the mainland. Farther back there was a range of low rocky hills, visible, with flat-topped masses of rock, small mountains dotting the landscape, in fact, he found an underground stream, by searching out a cave, winding down from among the rocks as if draining into well. His conviction was to follow its flow, and the result was his imagination came to reality, his eyes cast upon the long curious well, I cannot explain his sensation, it was not casual observation though, he jumped into it, and instantly sank to its bottom, and he gazed fixedly at the primitive box, where his ancestors were kept. Instincts froze him completely, He gasped, firmly held the box, and slung it over his shoulder and tossed it up through the water like a javelin to the surface, where he peered over it, not opening it, as twenty of his solders stood next to the damp walls, filled in his silence, his speech-gap with whispers and fear, yes, fear in their throats, voices, and legs and weighing bodies. Fear of the unknown, for the bearer of the box could open up Pandora’s Box, and open up Heaven knows what. Like bugs upon a wall, unscalable, they clung, cluster, jabbering and attempting to calm themselves down, to hide their curiosity, and the longer they waited, the less of a desire they had to open the box.
Gr, the second in command, said, “Wait,” and all the eyes went on him, even Zoov’al’s. And Gr left for several minutes, and when he came back, he noticed Zoov’al was hairless; he had been pulling out his hair dancing about the box, making a startling appearance for all to see. Gr had something in his hands, and he whispered to his demonic force, then his hands became hot likened to fire, and he grabbed Zoov’al with the help of twenty, and threw boiling hot liquid gold into his eyes and ears, and Zoov’al’s sockets became solid and his ears plugged from any sound, and he was brought to a fire, and in the fire was a tub of gold—liquefied, and they throw him into it, and he sank, and when he came out, he was flat and melted into a leaf like form, no bigger than a horses ear.
Next, Gr and his now commanding army, threw back the box, into the well, and tied the one single leaf of gold under one of the chains wrapped around the box, and it sank to the bottom. Thereafter, said Gr, yelled,
“Now we go to Mercury, and have fun,” and the great brute force did just that.
Part Six
The Machine
(Thirty- miles deep in the Mercury’s crust)
Chapter Nineteen
The Machine
The depth, at which the Moirommalits had made their settlement within the crust of planet Mercury, was thirty-miles deep, they had built what they called ‘The Machine,’ in fear someday what had suddenly happened, would happen, a movement within the surface of Mercury’s crust, it moved resetting the geographical poles of Mercury by four hundred miles. The third eldest brother to—now dead Queen Amelia-Az—had taken the kingship of the Moirommalits, Luhtco-Az (third brother to Amelia-Az), thus making him the commanding officer of the Giant Machine, and the settlement inhabitants.
As it was calculated among the officers of the ship, or Machine, the temperature within the inner chambers would increase by one degree each mile upward the machine dug its way out through the crust of Mercury to the center of the Great Crater, the Shadow Creator, where they had lived previously.
It was now 107 degrees, and the blood of the Moirommalits were starting to lump, at 137-degrees, which the chambers in the Machine would be at by the time they reached the floor of the crater, all would be dead or near dead. The supply of cool air would be exhausted, for some unaccountable reasons the mechanics did not know, they only knew they could not fix or produce stationary temperatures from start to finish of the trip. Their abilities were not to that level of any scientific hypotheses, yet it was better than staying at the settlement where they figured the temperatures would rise to over 160-degrees, even more rapidly perhaps.
The Giant Spiders on the surface would be another task they’d have to endure, fight, or figure out how to live with once they got there, if they got there, but that would be embraced at a later date should they make it to the surface, but it did cross their minds, for the second thought on the matter was to commit suicide, and be resurrected on some other planet, but they’d all be separated.
From there on, the machine dug hour after hour uncomfortable in the unbearable heat of the machine’s chambers. At the seventh hour, ten-Moirommalits had died: three women, five children, and two males. At this rate, the commander figured they’d be no need to figure out an outcome with the Giant Spiders.
Slowly the machine rose up closer and closer to the surface, nearing it each hour, it was the fifteenth hour, and another five people perished, bringing the once 90-inhabidents to 75.
The internal heat was now at 121-degreets, the legs and limbs of the Moirommalits were lumped with blood clouts, and their hearts were beating, pounding for better circulation, as was their head dizzy, and necks lumped with blood clouts, and spinal cords were bent, and caused more pain, spasms and for forth. With fourteen more miles yet to go, or thereabouts, the Commander figured in fourteen hours, whoever wasn’t dead would wish they were. The more solid the ground the slower the machine went, and at times the machine went even slower than slow, it came to a standstill, and at times the machine went faster, but not as fast as one would wish to make up for loses, thus the thirty-hours they thought it might take to break surface ground, could be extended to thirty-three or four.
Feverishly, most all the Moirommalits watched the thermometer, and the temperature it showed, as the heat rose, and listened to the generator as it pumped out cool air, only to be overwhelmed by the heat of the 75-bodies laying about in the machine and the heat of the machine and the heat around the body out the outer skin of the machine, seeping inward: the air almost unbreathable, suffocating its inhabitants hour by hour. The strain seemed to be causing some skin rashes, even an unknown neurological disease, diarrhea, the shakes, most tried to sit erect, but fell back to the floor dizzy like. Their minds were affected, as well as their bodies, and many lost consciousness, as they struggled against the inevitable.
What had caused the crust movement on the surface of Mercury (and on into the lower depths of Mercury’s crust, and beyond that), no one knew? Perhaps an quake, for a trembling took place, several of them, for it also opened up a fissure, to where the Commander saw it, and like a loose screw, allowed the machine to enter it, and find its way into the upper part of it, thus mechanically speaking, a sudden surge in speed of the machine came to being, it was a hollow, and like a drill the machine cut through the dirt rapidly, running more loose as in air almost, and flashed by the sides of the fissure, the long point of the machine not needed to drill even, passing through strata like butter, and on the twenty-fifth hour, it hit the surface, with only two more dead, making the remaining inhabitants at seventy-three.
Now an intake pipe was opened to the machine, which allowed the thin air of the surface to enter, which was equal to Moiromma´s air in fineness. As for the Commander, this all left him in a state of disintegration, but as the doors opened to the machine, he along with his citizens, felt the flood of fresh air pouring into the machine, and consciousness returning to the many.
(Conclusion) The following day, the soldiers of the clan, along with the Commander, scaled the rim of the crater, saw the giant spiders below, in the Shadow Lands, saw many of their carcasses, about, they had died from the suffocating heat rays of the sun, and dehydration, burning and so forth that had come about by exposure, and then the Commander with his elite solders, saw coming out of the sky, down to the surface, towards the shadow of the crater, the Minds of Saturn, they were legendary for destruction, they were pouring in like locust. Thought the Commander, watching all this, ‘…what next!” meaning, the Spiders vs. the Minds of Saturn. He thought about this, then ordered his men back into the crater’s lower levels, as to be unseen, and he along with a few others watched to see the outcome, hoping they’d kill each other off, but the Commander figured, the Minds would destroy the spiders for fun, and should they find them, there would be a Third Great War, and if not seen, perchance, they’d leave like they did per near, a thousand years ago, when they fought the Locust Demon.
The End
Index of Character Names, and Locations
Luhtco-Az (third brother to Amelia-Az)
Gr, Zoov’al’s second in command
Zoov’al ((Epitaph) (leader of the Minds of Saturn))
Augusto of Lemuria (Philosopher, and Historian)
Raphael, Raquel, and Suru’el (angelic beings)
The Cat Demons (of Phoebe)
Prison house of Angels
Agaliarept, Satan’s Henchman in Hell
The Tor Rat (the cave rat)
The Foist (second eldest brother to Queen Amelia -Za
Bat-Condor (inner cave flying rodents)
Princess Amelia-Za
Luhtco, the elder brother to Princess Amelia-Za
King Luhtc (of the House of Uhluhtc, of Moiromma)
Malsi 1st (Demonic Pigmy of Cibara)
Malsi 10th (Demonic Pigmy of Mercury)
Siren the Great of Moiromma
Cyr, the Commander (Peruvian)
King Luhtc (of Mercury and Moiromma)
Jokaneen (of Cibara and Moiromma)
Royal Guards of Malsi the Tenth
Nogrut (brother to Malsi, ruler of the five regions of the Shadow lands)
Tfarcevol, Philosopher of Moiromma
Locust henchman, king of the demonic force, Azaz’el the II
Crick’el and Amasras, once, both being archangels
Ura’el, the bright and holy one the God of the Universe.
The King Spider, Black Mandible
Royal Chief Guard of the Mole People
Notes on Writing these Stories
Part One, written 7-3-2006/revised and reedited 10-24-25, 2008 ((Chapter two added, 10-25-2008) (originally written in Lima, Peru, and revised and reedited in Huancayo, Peru.)) Part Two was written 4-2004, called “The Locus Demon of Mercury,” renamed “Hot Face of the Sun,” it originally was a poetic tale, taken out of its original form and added into “The Continuing Sage of Mercury’s Demise” (Written in St. Paul, Minnesota); Chapter six, was in part, written 1-2005 (in St. Paul, Minnesota) revised in October, of 2008. Chapter Seven, “The Second Great War,” was written 10-25-2008, in Huancayo, Peru. Chapter eight and nine, “Obliteration,” and “Mercy’s Demise” written 10-25-2008,” at “La Mia Mamma,” Café, under an umbrella under the sun in, El Tambo, Huancayo, Peru. Parts of Chapter Ten, mostly description, taken from notes of “The Cadaverous Planets,” written in 3-2004; and rewritten for “The Mole People of Mercury,” 10-26-2008; the following chapters of the Mole People, written thereafter in the month of October, 2008; “Along the Carter of Moiromma,” Chapter 11, and “The Armistice,” both chapters written on 10-26-2008, at “La Mia Mamma,” Café; chapter 13 “The Giant Spiders of Mercury,” written in the night, 11:46 PM, completed 10-26-2008; chapter 14 and 15, The “Death of King Luhtc,” and “Amelia-Az’s Quest,” written in the morning of 10-27-2008; chapter 16, written forenoon “The Tor Rat.” Part 5, “The Ancient Cat Demons,” Chapters 17 & 18, competed the evening of the 27th of October, 2008. Part Six, Chapter Nineteen, “The Machine,” written 10-28-2008.
