THE DEITIES PROJECT
BY CLAY SFETSA
KINGDOM OF AKHET
OLYMPUS
The area of nobility and royalty.
ELYSIUM
The palace of the royal family.
AZTLAN
The area of technology and science.
DIYU
The forsaken area.
NARAKA
The area of punishment.
OXS: GUARDS OF THE ROYAL FAMILY
SNAKES: GUARDS AROUND THE BORDERS
ROOSTERS: THE SOLDIERS OF INSIDE
RATS: PROTECTORS OF NARAKA
ANNEXE
Do not worry. Do not cry. We will meet again. My word is my bond...no, my promise is my bond.
Stars fell raindrops from the crimson-red sky. But if someone could take a better look, they would know that these weren't stars. Blood from their deaths filled the rivers and lakes, turning them red. Hideous monsters were trying to attack every human they could see. Kids were running for their lives, holding infants while their parents tried to protect them. Some others hid in the caves to save themselves but it turned out that it was a house filled with monsters.
A father was holding a basket in which he had his small child. They were crying as they were watching spirits fall and feed on the thirsty dry earth. The father noticed that a few monsters were staring at the giant lake filled with red water, while their giant bodies were shaking from fear.
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One of them placed its arm inside. But it only ended up decaying flesh by flesh, organ by organ, till there was nothing left.
The father looked at the red eyes of his daughter. They looked at each other and she giggled. The only innocence in the world remained the little girl's existence. Her fat palms touched his dirty beard stained with blood. He laughed while his crimson-red eyes burst into tears. Some of them even fell on the baby's dark face.
''I am sorry'' He said, crying brokenly, and placed the basket in the red bloody water. The baby was floating away slowly, while the monsters looked at them with their mouths drooling. One of them tried to grab it but the only thing that happened was a scratch to her right cheek.
Sorrowed as the man was, he tried to find his courage again. But his mind could not escape his daughter's smile and eyes. I didn't even name her.
The man had gone far, trying to avoid looking at what was happening around him. He didn't notice the wild beast, five times taller than him, ready to eat him with its sharp teeth. The father screamed bravely, pulling a knife out of his filthy cloak and jumping to fight the beast.
And the innocence of the world shattered as colors of rage painted to the man's body, mind, and soul.
His eyes darkened as his body got painted with dark blood. He could not remember how many times he stabbed the beast in the head. He could not remember how he ended up above the beast's body. At the top of his wild stomach. He could not stop screaming. He could not stop shaking.
But even if his body was shaking and breaking, his mind was back on his daughter and the name he wanted to give her.
As soon as the man snapped out of it, he took a deep breath and started running again, throwing the knife into the river.
Names. He was thinking about names to match his daughter's eyes.
''Why did you...'' Someone asked near him. He stopped running and turned where the voice shouted. He walked closer and saw two people staring at each other....no. They weren't people or monsters. The man couldn't hear what they were talking about but based on the movement of their lips, they were speaking calmly and casually about everything that was happening around them. It was not bothering them or making them scared.
He took another step closer but one of them noticed him. They turned their head towards him. The man's heart suddenly stopped as his eyes met theirs.
Sedna... that was his last thought.
A monster is a monster
NARAKA, THE AREA OF PUNISHMENT. A THOUSAND YEARS AFTER THE FALL OF THE SPIRITS.
The area was specifically made to bring punishment to the criminals of Akhet. Permanent prison cells, torture chambers, and the most interesting punishment of all. Pyre. But the pyre was specially made for the users of incantations.
Every cell, every chain, and every device was made to keep the warlocks in vain for not using their powers. Even the lights and fire were green, made by scientists so they could not command them at will.
And for the ones who could command the sun, there was no point in fighting as the area of punishment could not be visited by the light.
But this day was different from the others.
There were ten times the guards they were at the regular shifts. Even the Royals attended, dressed in emerald green and bright jewels.
And the one who would light up the green flame was no priest so they could make sure no warlock would return to another life, but the Great Ruler Boudica, wearing her iron crown with four emeralds, represented every area.
Her red flaming hair was dressed in gold threads, her eyes facing the tied-up enemy.
The criminals were five warlocks all in the same area of the incident, all at the age of fifteen and twenty.
The Great Ruler announced with disgust their crimes.
Two terrorist attacks.
One kidnapping and 15 murders.
When the Ruler asked them for final words as mercy, only one spoke, a girl with dark raven hair and filled crimson red eyes.
That she was wrong.
They had killed 20 people. Not 15.
A monster is still a monster