Chapter One: Entry of the Unjust
''The grandest apologies for none pronounced identities, but you may call us God as one for even individual we are Incorporeal with a power you cannot fathom. Release the justice in death, a purity to foresaken the sin from a new born, cast its immaculateness to oblivion. The cleaning of adversaries starts this instant.'' Words from Beta.
The merry sound of crackling timber resounded within the room as radiant fires hungrily devoured the wood, providing the space with more than enough light. The marble fireplace stood in the upper left corner of the square-shaped room, surrounded by two wide wooden shelves filled with books, some new, some old, but all of them quite expensive. An old iron chandelier hangs limply from the ceiling, shedding some of its faint light onto the big round mahogany table in the middle of the heavily decorated room. The young journalist took a deep breath and looked around the room once more, his eyes scanning the various precious paintings and antique weapons on the walls, his shoes nervously rubbing against the thick red Persian carpet below. He was perhaps thirty years of age, the gleam in his intelligent blue eyes showing hunger for information, something he was promised by the host of the big mansion. With a sigh, he lifted his left hand, running the fingers through his short brown hair, the digits of his right one still rhythmically tapping the smooth surface of the table. He was dressed inconspicuously, like any other journalist on an assignment, wearing black sneakers, a pair of old blue jeans and a drab gray shirt.
''Ah, mister Thorne. I'm so glad you could make it. I thought my offer might... scare you away.’’, a voice said, too old and rough to belong to the journalist, now identified as Thorne. The young man flinched at the obvious taunt, his lips slowly forming a smile upon his face.
''Your threats might have scared away a weak-minded person, but not me. I am eager to find out what exactly is going on here, mister Nordhaus.'' , Thorne replied sternly, his eyes glaring at the old man dressed in a purple night robe and a pair of white fluffy slippers. He was dressed casually, yet a simple look at his hawk-like brown eyes would reveal that he invited the journalist to discuss business, to talk about very serious matters.
''Yes, yes. That only proves I can still recognize ambition when I see It.’’, Nordhaus said with a smile, taking a seat at the other side of the table, pouring scotch into the two empty glasses in the middle. ''But please, young man. Call me John.''
Thorne nodded, quickly opening the briefcase on his lap, pulling out multiple sheets of paper. Nordhaus smiled, motioning to the journalist to put those away. ''We won't need those today.''
''What do you mean? I thought you invited me here to discuss your newest explorations in Egypt?’’, Thorne quickly said as John Nordhaus absently scratched his bald head, his wrinkly face frowning at the journalist's response.
''Of course I did, young man. However, the information you possess is completely incorrect. What I am about to tell you has been kept hidden from the public for various reasons. Scientists are still trying to prove its authenticity, and if it indeed what we think it is, the world as we know it is about to change.''
Thorne curiously lifted his eyebrows, his right hand hesitantly reaching for one of the glasses of scotch. ''What are you talking about? What did you find in Egypt? Are you saying that all the previously published magazine articles were fake?''
''Yes, that is what I'm saying, my dear Alex... may I call you Alex?'' , continuing once he received a positive response from mister Thorne, who in the meantime managed to pull out a recorder from the briefcase, press the record button and place it on the table. ''We were forced to keep it secret for several reasons, until now. My fellow colleagues disagree with me, but I wish to publish it finally, my greatest discovery.'' Nordhaus rose and pulled out a big metal case from behind one of the bookshelves, placing it on the table.
''Tell me, Alex. What do you know of the creation of the world, the beginning of life? Genesis.''
Thorne, although slightly annoyed with the recent development of events, answered the question. ''The Bible? According to it, God created the world in seven days, giving life to all us known today.''
''Six days.’’, Nordhaus corrected him, opening the case. ''He rested on the seventh day. Nevertheless, you must know that is nothing but a metaphorical description of what had transpired back then, and there is but a speck of truth in it.''
Thorn took a sip of the scotch, his eyes curiously looking at the papyrus sheet the old archeologist presented at the table.
''This scroll contains information about the beginning of the world, but it tells a story different from all the others heard until now, yet so similar to all of them, which should be impossible, since it is much older than any of the accepted theories.''
Thorne's eyes widened as realization struck him, something, which brought quite a smile on John's face. ''Yes, son. I am holding the very first Bible in my hands, or at least the first chapter of it, Genesis.''
''Did you read it yet?’’, the journalist quickly asked, eyes repeatedly shifting back and forth from the archeologist to the papyrus.
''Yes, I did. Although, if I may say so, it took me quite some time. It is written in Atlantean, a very difficult language to translate or understand.’’, Nordhaus responded with a smile, allowing Alex to look at the priceless scroll. Unknown symbols and letters ran endlessly through the length of the paper, seemingly placed without any specific order.
''You may look at it all day, young man. You will not able to understand one bit of it. So, let me tell you what I have read.'' The old professor cleared his throat and pushed his glasses back onto his nose before he started talking.
''According to it, our world, our space, dimension, however you like to call it, is not the only one. God, Yahweh, Adonis, The Higher Being, he created multiple dimensions, countless spaces, all neighboring with each other, every one of them filled with different life-forms, some of them less, and some of them more intelligent than us. Every single dimension had a clock, something which kept it going, an eternal source of energy which required a piece of God's being, a part of His energy. In this dimension, energy is given by stars, light, however you wish to call it. As for the other dimensions, I am not sure yet. The scroll goes on and on about the mechanism of the multi-verse, but that is not that important now. Something piqued my curiosity though, something I wish to read to you right now.''
Nordhaus pulled the scroll back to himself and after a few very long seconds of searching for the needed paragraph, he started reading.
As Yahweh brought them to the world he created, they said, ''It is too dark.'' Therefore, God touched the fabric of existence, creating globes of light, objects, which illuminated the dark dimension. ''It is too boring.’’, they said next. Therefore, God created planets and moons to orbit around them, comets and meteorites to travel around the endless dimension. ''It is too lonely.’’, they complained again. Therefore, God created life, as we know it, inhabiting our planet and many more with his divine creatures.
''They? Who are they?’’, the journalist asked hesitantly. Nordhaus laughed and clapped his hands happily. ''Don't you get it? They are his brothers and sisters, his family! God, Yahweh, he was not alone, he was never alone!''
Alex's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. ''Wait, so you're saying that God or whatever being that might govern over us or not, was not the only one of its kind?''
''Yes!’’, Nordhaus yelled, his voice gaining a more somber tone as he continued the story.
''But, it keeps on going. His family was jealous of his knowledge and power, something they wanted for themselves, but yet didn't possess. They wished to create life too, but they did not know how, and as much as Yahweh loved them, he refused to share the secret with them. Their divine minds tainted with jealousy and greed, they formed a plan to extort the power from him, to drain him of his divine essence. Seeing through their plans, Yahweh ran to the center of the multi-verse and hid the secret of Life in one of the many dimensions, counting on the fact that they would never find it. Once he returned, they jumped on him and restrained him. They did not believe that he did not possess the Power anymore. Blinded by rage, they ripped him apart and threw pieces of him across the Multi-verse. Only once the horrible deed was done did they realize the gravity of their mistake. Devoid of a leader to gather them, they scattered around, each one of them running in opposite directions, hoping to never find each other again. However, in their sorrow, they did not notice a slight anomaly in the fabric of Existence, a slight change in one of the dimensions. Slowly, it kept growing larger and larger, soon becoming a danger to all the surrounding worlds. The scroll tells us that once it grows big enough, it would collide with the neighboring universes and cause a huge explosion of epic proportions, another Big Bang you may call it.''
Thorne covered his face, head shaking. ''No. No. I refuse to accept all of this. There is no way that whoever wrote this could have known about the expansion of space.''
Nordhaus offered him a comforting smile, patting him on the back. ''I know how you feel. This information is heavy and quite shocking. It will take some time for it to sink in.''
Alex took a deep breath, his eyes showing his usual hunger for knowledge once again.
''What happened next?’’, he asked.
John Nordhaus greeted his new found resolution with a nod and kept going. ''The fragments of Yahweh's being reacted to the expansion of the endangered world, the one in which they hid the Power, and they all gathered in it, attempting to once again merge together. The attempt ended up in a fail, so each one of the fragments formed a separate being, a separate conscience, each one of them representing one aspect of Yahweh. Amongst all of them, two were the most powerful, two were said to be able to form Yahweh on their own, without the help of any of the others. Alpha and Omega were, or are their names, The Beginning and The End.''
The archeologist stopped, putting the scroll back into the metal case. ''This is where the story ends. I wish we could have found more. But at least now you understand why we couldn't publish this, since this document is far older than any other example of the Bible found, older than any other written document on Earth.''
The journalist pressed the record button on the recorder once more, stopping the tape. ''So the papyrus is....’’
''Authentic?’’, Nordhaus finished. ''Undoubtedly. True? I do not know. Still, this would shake the foundations of Christianity and Vatican, no. It would shake the paradigm of the entire world; perhaps even throw it into chaos. Trust me, humans are capable of doing many things if their beliefs start crumbling around them.''
''Which is not surprising at all...’’, Thorne mumbled. ''The story is so...''
''Hard to believe?'', a new voice interrupted the conversation, coming from one of the corners of the room, the only one in the shadows. A man emerged from the dark, revealing himself to the journalist and the old professor. His spiky ivory hair erupted in waterfalls about his face, reaching to his neck, a perfect contrast to his rubicund eyes, which stared at the two men at the table, absent of any emotion. His face was... in lack of any other more fitting and powerful word, beautiful, skin soft and white as his hair, lips plump and red as his eyes, shaped perfectly. He was dressed in odd clothes, a long black mantle without any buttons, and weird silver plates on the shoulders. A scary demon-like leathery creature sat on his left shoulder, baring its teeth at the two men, spreading its wings in an apparent taunt toward them.
''Who are you?’’, Nordhaus asked. ''How did you get in here? Security!’’, he said raising his voice, calling after one of the many bodyguards within his mansion.
''They are all... incapable of hearing your pleas for help. I took the liberty of taking a walk through your little house before joining you here.’’, the unknown man said, approaching the desk.
''This papyrus you found belongs to me, and it won't be published in any way, since I'll be taking it from you.''
Nordhaus started shivering, his hands grabbing the metal case. ''Why are you doing this to me? This was supposed to be my greatest discovery! Why are you doing this to me?’’
The unknown man swatted the professor's hands away, quickly grabbing the case. ''Be quiet.''
With a roar, John Nordhaus threw himself at the stranger, his hands balled into fists. An unknown force threw him backwards, his body crashing into one of the bookshelves and falling on the floor, an avalanche of books soon covering him up. Ignoring, or simply not caring for what just transpired the stranger turned around and left the room with the metal case and the papyrus inside, leaving the journalist alone. Shivering, Thorne sat paralyzed in his chair for many minutes before daring to get up and check on the professor. ''A-Are you okay?’’, Thorne asked, giving Nordhaus a slight shake. The body lifelessly turned around, an orb-like object shining inside the dead archeologist's mouth, his neck undoubtedly broken from the previous impact.
''What the he-'' , was all the poor journalist managed to utter before the explosion engulfed him, not giving him even a chance to scream before the heat melted his skin off and turned his blood into nothing but Ash.
Outside the burning mansion, Alpha Seraphim and his loyal imp Daisuke slowly walked toward the red dimensional portal in the garden, the metal case waving in the wizard's hand.
To be continued...
''The grandest apologies for none pronounced identities, but you may call us God as one for even individual we are Incorporeal with a power you cannot fathom. Release the justice in death, a purity to foresaken the sin from a new born, cast its immaculateness to oblivion. The cleaning of adversaries starts this instant.'' Words from Beta.
The merry sound of crackling timber resounded within the room as radiant fires hungrily devoured the wood, providing the space with more than enough light. The marble fireplace stood in the upper left corner of the square-shaped room, surrounded by two wide wooden shelves filled with books, some new, some old, but all of them quite expensive. An old iron chandelier hangs limply from the ceiling, shedding some of its faint light onto the big round mahogany table in the middle of the heavily decorated room. The young journalist took a deep breath and looked around the room once more, his eyes scanning the various precious paintings and antique weapons on the walls, his shoes nervously rubbing against the thick red Persian carpet below. He was perhaps thirty years of age, the gleam in his intelligent blue eyes showing hunger for information, something he was promised by the host of the big mansion. With a sigh, he lifted his left hand, running the fingers through his short brown hair, the digits of his right one still rhythmically tapping the smooth surface of the table. He was dressed inconspicuously, like any other journalist on an assignment, wearing black sneakers, a pair of old blue jeans and a drab gray shirt.
''Ah, mister Thorne. I'm so glad you could make it. I thought my offer might... scare you away.’’, a voice said, too old and rough to belong to the journalist, now identified as Thorne. The young man flinched at the obvious taunt, his lips slowly forming a smile upon his face.
''Your threats might have scared away a weak-minded person, but not me. I am eager to find out what exactly is going on here, mister Nordhaus.'' , Thorne replied sternly, his eyes glaring at the old man dressed in a purple night robe and a pair of white fluffy slippers. He was dressed casually, yet a simple look at his hawk-like brown eyes would reveal that he invited the journalist to discuss business, to talk about very serious matters.
''Yes, yes. That only proves I can still recognize ambition when I see It.’’, Nordhaus said with a smile, taking a seat at the other side of the table, pouring scotch into the two empty glasses in the middle. ''But please, young man. Call me John.''
Thorne nodded, quickly opening the briefcase on his lap, pulling out multiple sheets of paper. Nordhaus smiled, motioning to the journalist to put those away. ''We won't need those today.''
''What do you mean? I thought you invited me here to discuss your newest explorations in Egypt?’’, Thorne quickly said as John Nordhaus absently scratched his bald head, his wrinkly face frowning at the journalist's response.
''Of course I did, young man. However, the information you possess is completely incorrect. What I am about to tell you has been kept hidden from the public for various reasons. Scientists are still trying to prove its authenticity, and if it indeed what we think it is, the world as we know it is about to change.''
Thorne curiously lifted his eyebrows, his right hand hesitantly reaching for one of the glasses of scotch. ''What are you talking about? What did you find in Egypt? Are you saying that all the previously published magazine articles were fake?''
''Yes, that is what I'm saying, my dear Alex... may I call you Alex?'' , continuing once he received a positive response from mister Thorne, who in the meantime managed to pull out a recorder from the briefcase, press the record button and place it on the table. ''We were forced to keep it secret for several reasons, until now. My fellow colleagues disagree with me, but I wish to publish it finally, my greatest discovery.'' Nordhaus rose and pulled out a big metal case from behind one of the bookshelves, placing it on the table.
''Tell me, Alex. What do you know of the creation of the world, the beginning of life? Genesis.''
Thorne, although slightly annoyed with the recent development of events, answered the question. ''The Bible? According to it, God created the world in seven days, giving life to all us known today.''
''Six days.’’, Nordhaus corrected him, opening the case. ''He rested on the seventh day. Nevertheless, you must know that is nothing but a metaphorical description of what had transpired back then, and there is but a speck of truth in it.''
Thorn took a sip of the scotch, his eyes curiously looking at the papyrus sheet the old archeologist presented at the table.
''This scroll contains information about the beginning of the world, but it tells a story different from all the others heard until now, yet so similar to all of them, which should be impossible, since it is much older than any of the accepted theories.''
Thorne's eyes widened as realization struck him, something, which brought quite a smile on John's face. ''Yes, son. I am holding the very first Bible in my hands, or at least the first chapter of it, Genesis.''
''Did you read it yet?’’, the journalist quickly asked, eyes repeatedly shifting back and forth from the archeologist to the papyrus.
''Yes, I did. Although, if I may say so, it took me quite some time. It is written in Atlantean, a very difficult language to translate or understand.’’, Nordhaus responded with a smile, allowing Alex to look at the priceless scroll. Unknown symbols and letters ran endlessly through the length of the paper, seemingly placed without any specific order.
''You may look at it all day, young man. You will not able to understand one bit of it. So, let me tell you what I have read.'' The old professor cleared his throat and pushed his glasses back onto his nose before he started talking.
''According to it, our world, our space, dimension, however you like to call it, is not the only one. God, Yahweh, Adonis, The Higher Being, he created multiple dimensions, countless spaces, all neighboring with each other, every one of them filled with different life-forms, some of them less, and some of them more intelligent than us. Every single dimension had a clock, something which kept it going, an eternal source of energy which required a piece of God's being, a part of His energy. In this dimension, energy is given by stars, light, however you wish to call it. As for the other dimensions, I am not sure yet. The scroll goes on and on about the mechanism of the multi-verse, but that is not that important now. Something piqued my curiosity though, something I wish to read to you right now.''
Nordhaus pulled the scroll back to himself and after a few very long seconds of searching for the needed paragraph, he started reading.
As Yahweh brought them to the world he created, they said, ''It is too dark.'' Therefore, God touched the fabric of existence, creating globes of light, objects, which illuminated the dark dimension. ''It is too boring.’’, they said next. Therefore, God created planets and moons to orbit around them, comets and meteorites to travel around the endless dimension. ''It is too lonely.’’, they complained again. Therefore, God created life, as we know it, inhabiting our planet and many more with his divine creatures.
''They? Who are they?’’, the journalist asked hesitantly. Nordhaus laughed and clapped his hands happily. ''Don't you get it? They are his brothers and sisters, his family! God, Yahweh, he was not alone, he was never alone!''
Alex's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open. ''Wait, so you're saying that God or whatever being that might govern over us or not, was not the only one of its kind?''
''Yes!’’, Nordhaus yelled, his voice gaining a more somber tone as he continued the story.
''But, it keeps on going. His family was jealous of his knowledge and power, something they wanted for themselves, but yet didn't possess. They wished to create life too, but they did not know how, and as much as Yahweh loved them, he refused to share the secret with them. Their divine minds tainted with jealousy and greed, they formed a plan to extort the power from him, to drain him of his divine essence. Seeing through their plans, Yahweh ran to the center of the multi-verse and hid the secret of Life in one of the many dimensions, counting on the fact that they would never find it. Once he returned, they jumped on him and restrained him. They did not believe that he did not possess the Power anymore. Blinded by rage, they ripped him apart and threw pieces of him across the Multi-verse. Only once the horrible deed was done did they realize the gravity of their mistake. Devoid of a leader to gather them, they scattered around, each one of them running in opposite directions, hoping to never find each other again. However, in their sorrow, they did not notice a slight anomaly in the fabric of Existence, a slight change in one of the dimensions. Slowly, it kept growing larger and larger, soon becoming a danger to all the surrounding worlds. The scroll tells us that once it grows big enough, it would collide with the neighboring universes and cause a huge explosion of epic proportions, another Big Bang you may call it.''
Thorne covered his face, head shaking. ''No. No. I refuse to accept all of this. There is no way that whoever wrote this could have known about the expansion of space.''
Nordhaus offered him a comforting smile, patting him on the back. ''I know how you feel. This information is heavy and quite shocking. It will take some time for it to sink in.''
Alex took a deep breath, his eyes showing his usual hunger for knowledge once again.
''What happened next?’’, he asked.
John Nordhaus greeted his new found resolution with a nod and kept going. ''The fragments of Yahweh's being reacted to the expansion of the endangered world, the one in which they hid the Power, and they all gathered in it, attempting to once again merge together. The attempt ended up in a fail, so each one of the fragments formed a separate being, a separate conscience, each one of them representing one aspect of Yahweh. Amongst all of them, two were the most powerful, two were said to be able to form Yahweh on their own, without the help of any of the others. Alpha and Omega were, or are their names, The Beginning and The End.''
The archeologist stopped, putting the scroll back into the metal case. ''This is where the story ends. I wish we could have found more. But at least now you understand why we couldn't publish this, since this document is far older than any other example of the Bible found, older than any other written document on Earth.''
The journalist pressed the record button on the recorder once more, stopping the tape. ''So the papyrus is....’’
''Authentic?’’, Nordhaus finished. ''Undoubtedly. True? I do not know. Still, this would shake the foundations of Christianity and Vatican, no. It would shake the paradigm of the entire world; perhaps even throw it into chaos. Trust me, humans are capable of doing many things if their beliefs start crumbling around them.''
''Which is not surprising at all...’’, Thorne mumbled. ''The story is so...''
''Hard to believe?'', a new voice interrupted the conversation, coming from one of the corners of the room, the only one in the shadows. A man emerged from the dark, revealing himself to the journalist and the old professor. His spiky ivory hair erupted in waterfalls about his face, reaching to his neck, a perfect contrast to his rubicund eyes, which stared at the two men at the table, absent of any emotion. His face was... in lack of any other more fitting and powerful word, beautiful, skin soft and white as his hair, lips plump and red as his eyes, shaped perfectly. He was dressed in odd clothes, a long black mantle without any buttons, and weird silver plates on the shoulders. A scary demon-like leathery creature sat on his left shoulder, baring its teeth at the two men, spreading its wings in an apparent taunt toward them.
''Who are you?’’, Nordhaus asked. ''How did you get in here? Security!’’, he said raising his voice, calling after one of the many bodyguards within his mansion.
''They are all... incapable of hearing your pleas for help. I took the liberty of taking a walk through your little house before joining you here.’’, the unknown man said, approaching the desk.
''This papyrus you found belongs to me, and it won't be published in any way, since I'll be taking it from you.''
Nordhaus started shivering, his hands grabbing the metal case. ''Why are you doing this to me? This was supposed to be my greatest discovery! Why are you doing this to me?’’
The unknown man swatted the professor's hands away, quickly grabbing the case. ''Be quiet.''
With a roar, John Nordhaus threw himself at the stranger, his hands balled into fists. An unknown force threw him backwards, his body crashing into one of the bookshelves and falling on the floor, an avalanche of books soon covering him up. Ignoring, or simply not caring for what just transpired the stranger turned around and left the room with the metal case and the papyrus inside, leaving the journalist alone. Shivering, Thorne sat paralyzed in his chair for many minutes before daring to get up and check on the professor. ''A-Are you okay?’’, Thorne asked, giving Nordhaus a slight shake. The body lifelessly turned around, an orb-like object shining inside the dead archeologist's mouth, his neck undoubtedly broken from the previous impact.
''What the he-'' , was all the poor journalist managed to utter before the explosion engulfed him, not giving him even a chance to scream before the heat melted his skin off and turned his blood into nothing but Ash.
Outside the burning mansion, Alpha Seraphim and his loyal imp Daisuke slowly walked toward the red dimensional portal in the garden, the metal case waving in the wizard's hand.
To be continued...
