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If you are listening to this, then much has transpired since the time of my recording it. This means that the accounts I am about to record have been found in the inner-workings of the code that makes up this fourth realm. You found it because you were searching and you were searching because you know there is more going on underneath the surface of your world than anyone around you admits: it is fear and pride that binds them. You however are not bound by this same spirit.
The world you live in is sure to be a far cry of the world I live in now as I sit here. War no longer exists, food is readily available, money is no longer a physical idea, and all religions have become one single all encompassing faith. Yet in the Prime Cities where you undoubtably live; where everything seems at peace and good, there is something slithering in the dark that few see or sense. It exists within the shadows of the bright lights and beautiful smiles. It makes your hair stand on end in moments where all is silent and still. Moments where you look up into your reflection and for a split second you see a faceless something beside you; though you dismiss it as exhaustion or something in your eyes. You yourself have seen these shadows or you would not be where you are right now, alone, away from all eyes, listening to this hidden file of the accounts that lead to the formation of the version of Earth you now live in.
I know you have a resounding question reverberating within your mind: why did I record my experiences, why did I hide them in a deep layer of Eden, why did I lay a roadmap of hints in seemingly random places within the mainframe of all technology that runs your whole world? What happened in my time that warrants passing the knowledge to someone living possibly hundreds of years beyond my own time? Well, let me ask you something, why did you go looking? What were you seeking? Answers? To what? Do you not believe what the leaders of your country or city tell you of the formation of the Prime Cities and the destruction of the world beyond your walls? Of the so called God who saved the world and whom you undoubtably now worship? Your soul knows that there is evidence of other truths. THAT is why I have recorded my accounts. I have heard the plans of the worlds leaders. I have seen the rise of this God and the promise of peace. I can do nothing to stop how mankind is treating the gift of their rescue, nor how they are covering up the existence of those who bought that rescue with their blood. Something will one day change and this perfect peace you live in now may soon shatter and someone needs to pass on the truth of what is coming. Much of what I have to say will sound unbelievable and too dark to be the truth. My firsthand accounts of things will give testimony to truth without my having to try.
Before I begin my accounts I will say this lastly; there are humans, there are angels, there are daemons, there are Gods, there are creatures so horrific and wicked that just to see them would cause your soul to cry out and your blood to freeze within your veins. There are also beings of light who walk among you even now, guiding and protecting against the malignant terrors. I am neither a horror nor a splendor. I am merely the one brave enough to speak the truth of what happened before the Second Eternal War. I know because I was there and witnessed it all. Believe what you will, I will tell the truth all the same.
The first account I will share with you is a memory of my own….or was it a vision? To be quite honest, so much has transpired since my awakening that I cannot recall, but it is true nonetheless and did indeed happen.
MEMORY FRAGMENT #1
Location: Arkhangel’sk, Russia
- Change is Coming -
TIME: 1:32 AM, JUNE 12TH 2023
The fish market on the East side of the city. Dark and empty. Rain had begun falling in the last hour so the streets were damp. The metal sidings and rooftops of the stalls echoed a percussive dance from the falling raindrops. The sparse lights from the buildings and streetlights were reflected on every surface, making the whole area seem more alive than it actually was. The boats were all docked and dark, knocking into the rubber guards in the steady waves.
The local fisherman wouldn’t be up for another hour or so to bring in the next days catch. It was an odd time when this part of the city was completely devoid of movement and human sound. Very few cars even drove past at night because there was nothing much around that was open nor were there any residences for quite a few blocks in any direction. The only thing close by was the smallest of the three hospitals in the city and even its parking lot was almost completely empty.
In the silence of what was sure to be just another usual night, something unforeseen and completely unexpected happened. In the middle of the concrete path leading through the center of the market, an odd blur came into view. It was like the air itself had a smudge on it about three feet off the ground. The smudge spread and began to fragment, sending particles of shadow and light out from itself. The shape stretched and converged on itself, creating a shadow of a small figure. The shadows exploded backwards and dissolved into the night air, leaving behind a young brown skinned androgynous figure with an ornately shaved curly mohawk that nearly covered one of their pure black eyes. Within the surface of their eyes, flecks of neon green and pink sparked and disappeared in dizzying patterns. The figure slowly scanned the area with calm movement as the light rain turned into a downpour. As the rain slammed into the ground, it began hitting invisible objects all around the lone figure. The revealed forms were much taller than the lone figure, bobbing back and forth slowly.
“Already here are we?” the lone figure spoke in a scratchy youthful voice. “You’re getting faster.”
“And you” a low Southern Accented voice spoke from behind the figure, “have gotten sloppy.”
The youthful figure turned around calmly, coming face to face with a tall man with long blonde hair and strong facial features.
“The Fallen Seraphim” the young figure spoke with distain. “Still on my heels?”
“It’s taken nearly twelve years just to finally come face to face with you” the tall blonde said walking closer to the young figure.
“Why such an interest in little old me?”
“Why is a non Velkhr lingering in a warzone?” the man asked, eyes flashing in the dark.
“Don’t you know that’s where Angels belong?” the young man asked, leaning his head to one side.
“Not anymore.”
“Don’t you mean, not yet?”
The blonde man shifted slightly at the young man’s words. The invisible figures all around shifted as well, growing slightly closer to the lone Angel.
“Did I say something?”
“We know of the command given” the blonde man said. “Perhaps whatever mission you were given 12 years ago is being abandoned as well?”
“What makes you think I have a mission? Do I look like someone of great importance?” the boy teased.
“Show me the color of your wings and I’ll let you know.”
“Cheater, cheater”
“No angel in this realm should know me” the blonde said smoothly as he walked closer. “Who are you that you recognized me by my face alone?”
“You’re the smart one, can’t you figure it out?” the youthful figure said in a mocking southern accent.
“I have several theories” the blonde man said, now standing only a foot from the youthful angel with luminescent tattoo’s all over his exposed skin. “Are you not curious how I was able to track you? An angelic Eternal that puts off no energy pattern like you should be concerned that I was able to keep up with your movements. Why aren’t you worried?”
“Why do you think who I am and what I am doing is worthy of tracking? Perhaps I am no one and I’m simply wandering Eden aimlessly?”
“Then why would you appear at twelve different locations around this sphere and only once a year but never at the same time a year? No, you are indeed hiding something and I would like to know what it is. You will tell me little angel or I will bleed it out of you.”
“Sounds like fun” the young figure dared, leaning their face in closer to the tall blonde’s face.
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“Your eyes say you are of a unique making. Retreat order or not I do not trust your master. Why are you here?”
“I thought you were going to bleed it out of me?” the boy said in an overly disappointed tone.
The blonde figure took a few steps back and lifted his arms. “Kill the angel” he said calmly.
The invisible figures all around suddenly rushed forward at the angel. The boy jumped straight into the air, twisting several times before landing yards away on the slick concrete. He looked up at the invisible figures and cocked a sly smile. A wave of black and green energy rippled across his whole form revealing two beautiful jet black horns that came from the crown of his skull, arcing up and over his head, ending in sharp points above his brow. His eyes were now sparking wildly like shorting fuses, sending flecks of green and pink across his face. In his hands, a large scythe formed, made of dark crystal that glistened in the falling rain. The blonde main stretched out his arm toward the boy and pointed a finger in his direction. The invisible figures all howled in obedience, launching forward down the narrow path at the lone angel.
The angel pressed off the ground and slid forward on his knees on the now drenched ground. He leaned back, folding in half, swinging his scythe in a full circle above him. The first group of creatures leaped up and over the attack or jumped up onto the surrounding stalls to evade it. The boy pushed off the ground and flipped up and over the next group, holding his scythe in front of himself, hacking into one of the creatures. Silver blood erupted out from the creature and mixed into the rain. The invisible body then exploded into ash and embers. The angel landed back on the ground on one foot and spun around on the ball of his foot, swinging his scythe underneath several creatures that tried to attack him from the back. He pushed their weapons away and danced forward, hacking at their now exposed chests. More silver blood sprayed into the falling rain and the creatures pulled back to regroup. One of the creatures gave a shout and swung down with their invisible weapon, trying to smash the angel completely. The boy flipped from where he was standing and began tumbling, twisting and flipping elegantly down the walkway as the creatures began throwing projectiles that whistled through the air, creating metallic rings as every one of them missed and struck the ground and metal stalls all around. Several of them struck the large glass tanks lining some of the stalls. The tanks exploded, spilling the water everywhere and sending the fish in every direction. The angel landed from his intricate tumbling pass and knocked the last handful of projectiles from the air with a strong swing of his scythe. He swung his second hand around sending a wave of black energy cascading down the path before him. Every creature was hit by the blast. The energy stripped their cloaking magic clean off of their forms with violent force. The now revealed creatures all shifted back to ready positions, turning their eyeless heads toward the angel. Their thick armored skin pulsed as they readied themselves to attack with full force. Their large taloned hands clenched tightly and sharp bones erupted from their forearms, arcing back like recurved blades. The largest of the group; wielding a large hammer weapon, opened its wide double mouth and emitted a rumbling growl that clicked in the back of its gold fleshed throat. The entire horde sprinted towards the small angel, knocking over tables and shattering glass as they moved with ravenous abandon.
The angel jumped off one foot and spun sideways, sending bolts of energy from his scythe which shot forward so quickly that the creatures in its path had no time to evade them. The energy ripped through the first line of enemies, shredding them into pieces that erupted into clouds of ash and blood. The angel landed back on his feet and grabbed his weapon with both hands to block the oncoming attack from several enemies. He pushed away from them and slid on his toes, ice dancing as he blocked every attack from all sides. He bent backward, tilted, kicked, and leaped around the heavy mass of constantly attacking creatures. One by one, the horde was thinning as they erupted into slain bursts of ash and silver fluid. More of the creatures were appearing from the shadows the longer the fight went on and now the whole market was a crawling swarm of shadows fighting one lonely light.
Several of the creatures dove for the angels head all at once as two struck at his feet. The angel flung himself in the air in a complete split, folding his upper body over, slipping right in-between the attacks. He landed on the backs of the two creatures who attacked his legs, and swung his scythe, hacking their heads clean off. Pushing backwards, he flew up and over one of the tables of a stall, landing once again in time to block an incoming attack. He tossed that creature back across the table, then ducked further into the stall and passed into the indoor part of the market. He ran across the icy floor of the freezer filled building and stopped dead center. The windows on the upper part of the walls shattered inward and the creatures came pouring in and down the walls like insects.
Readying himself again, the angel scoped out his surroundings in more detail. He tapped his boots together, knocking off some ice and tossed his scythe to his other hand. The creatures began jumping up and over the freezers and counters, converging on the angel. The boy slammed his scythe on the ground and used it to vault up into the air. He launched an arc of energy at the grouping of creatures closing in behind him. He landed, spinning around, and headed through a stall, slashing at the legs of the creatures running on the counters. He only succeeded in wounding a couple of them, causing them to fall over onto the ground with blood gushing from their hacked off limbs. The angel ran full tilt directly at the wall, hacking down enemies as he ran. He ran up the wall and up onto the ceiling, unaffected by gravity as he looked down to the creatures below, lifting a single hand and egging them on to attack him. The creatures leaped up off the walls and structures below to pursue their target. The angel boy danced across the ceiling, tossing around his scythe in equally fluid choreographed movements. Not a single creature was laying a hand on him despite their ferocity. He dropped from the ceiling once again spinning his scythe like a propeller that diced the creatures as he fell to the ground in a handstand. He did a back bend back to his feet, and ran for the doors out of the building. As he ran, the creatures launched at him from all sides. He knocked each and every one of them away, sending them launching into the walls with such force that their bones cracked and blood flew from their jagged mouth’s.
Before he reached the doors, three towering creatures stepped around from the outside walls, ducking into the entrance of the structure. The angel came to a skidding halt as he sized up the new adversaries. The angel slammed the staff end of his scythe into the ground causing all the lights in the room to short circuit and die. A neon green shield fragmented into place over his face, glowing brightly in the dark. Then sections of his clothing lit up neon in the pitch black. The three creatures roared at him and charged wielding huge double bladed axes. The angel grabbed his scythe and shot right at them. As he darted all around them, attacking and parrying, the creatures soon realized that the neon glow was making the angel appear like nothing more than a blinding blur that was near impossible to track in the dark. One of the creatures swung full strength but missed by mere inches, slicing down into the thick tile counter of a butchers stall. The creature struggled to lift the weapon back out and the couple second opening was more than enough time for the angel to run up the creatures arms and decapitate the beast in a single sweep. One of the others swung wildly, not caring if they hit their fellow warriors. Their axe came down heavy and fast, driving deep into the now headless creatures neck and down its chest. The creature burst into a cloud of ash and sparks, hiding the angel for a split second. The boy then jumped out of the ash-cloud and sliced through the next creatures stomach, spilling its bowls onto the floor. The creature wailed in agony and swung its axe for a final attack at the blur of bright colors. The angel slid under the creatures legs and jumped up behind it, splitting it from anus to skull, in a gory spray. The blood-soaked angel landed back on the ground and took the opening it now had. He slid on the bloody ground across the entire space, slashing at the air around him, knowing the other smaller creatures were still trying to get a hit in. He slid out the door and back into the heavy rainfall, which began cleaning him of the layers of gore that coated him. He jumped up onto the top of the stalls and walked with perfectly balanced steps, loosing bolts of energy all around him from his spare hand and scythe. He made his way back to the center of the market and hopped back down onto the ground.
“It’s not time yet” he whispered to himself.
The boy bent down, nearly touching his face to the ground, before pushing the Earth away, launching straight up into the sky like a rocket. The horde lifted and followed him, creating a twister around him. As he rose through the air he continued to cut into the mass of creatures, killing more and more every time. Once he reached the peak of his ascent he switched his grip on his scythe and tilted his body, starting to spin at an un-godly rate as he descended to the ground below. His body sparked green and pink bolts of energy as he burrowed into the horde, dicing their bodies into bits without leaving them hope of countering his attack. Once he neared the ground, he spilled out from the spin and drove his scythe into the concrete, using it like a gymnast on a high bar, spinning around it, till he slowed enough to step onto the ground. The rest of the remaining creatures reformed their ranks and stood surrounding the market. Fear lived in them now for the foe they were facing was far more than he appeared. The tall blonde appeared from the middle of the mass of creatures once again and stood at the front of their formation.
“No mere Velkhr should be able to do what you have done tonight” he spoke in frustration. “I will ask again…” He flung his hands out to his sides and two large shining swords exploded out from them. He gripped them tightly and narrowed his gaze, “…who are you?”
The angel spoke nothing. After a moment’s pause he lifted his left hand and looked at a pattern of symbols on his palm. A new symbol suddenly etched into his skin and cooled in seconds. He smiled and looked up at the blonde man with a playful smirk.
“It doesn’t matter now. My task is complete. Thanks for killing time with me.”
Out of nowhere, a loud high pitched ring resounded through the air. It made the creatures and the blonde man flinch and begin convulsing in pain. The angel stood unaffected by the sound. He simply watched in enjoyment, knowing what the sound heralded. The sound increased in volume and splintered off into even more pitches that all blended together in a chord unlike any other on Earth. Many of the creatures began bleeding from their mouth’s as the sound rattled their very essence. Then all the lights in the entire city began to flash. Screens and computers in every home began to glitch and malfunction. Seconds later the whole city blacked out. The only light anywhere was the neon glow of the angel standing in the fish market near the river. After only a few seconds, the city regained power and lights came on, grid by grid, until at last the streetlights near the market came back on.
The piercing sound stopped and the creatures all slowly backed away from the angel. The tall blonde looked at him with heated fury, but the small angel knew that it was fear that lived in his eyes. They could feel something shift within the Veil itself and it gave the little angel great joy to know that they had no inkling as to what that change was.
“What was that?” the blonde demanded.
The little angel leaned on his scythe and tilted his head. The shield over his face dissolved, revealing his brightly sparking eyes once again.
“Change is coming” he whispered.
The lights around the market flashed again at the angels words, like the Earth itself feared their meaning. When the lights came back on, the angel was gone. On the brick wall behind where the boy had been standing was a symbol that was not there before. The graffitied image unnerved the blonde man, though he couldn’t understand why. He had never seen it before so why should it affect him so? Underneath the winged symbol; in bright red, were the last words the angel whispered. The blonde man huffed in rage. He turned then and disappeared into the horde of trembling creatures. One by one the mass became invisible once more, and just as quickly as the strange night started, the fish market became empty once again.
Meanwhile in the hospital just a few blocks from the fish market, a young mother was holding her newborn baby girl.
“Her name is Tattiana” she said in a thick accent.
The nurses all smiled and rejoiced with the young woman. One of the nurses was saying a prayer over the child, fearful for the strange omen that had just occurred. Her brain told her it was all just a coincidence but her heart was still frightened by the cry of a baby that caused the whole city to black out.
From the window outside the room, a young figure watched with tears of starlight in his eyes. The little angel took a deep breath of relief as he looked into the eyes of the new spark of creation before him. He leaned forward onto his scythe, which he was riding on, hovering outside the window on the tenth floor. He wiped a single tear away and rested his head on his folded hands.
“Change is coming” he whispered.