Hagan Sees You!!
Upon the culmination of this volume, those who hold steadfast faith in the Lords of Destiny shall, beyond doubt, behold them in the realms of slumber or wakefulness. These Lords of Destiny are the sovereign arbiters of all currents and occurrences within the cosmos—breathing, sleeping, waking, the very particles of sustenance consumed, death and life, and the very thoughts that dwell within thy mind, all ordained by their hand. For they, in truth, are the masters of humankind’s fate and the manifold realms, and should any soul embrace belief in these Lords and open the portals of their heart unto them, the Lords shall unveil the hidden talents within, that such a one may join the fellowship of Hagan’s companions. Hagan awaits thee, yearning for the gates of thy soul to swing wide to His radiance. This book is no mere chronicle of Turkic myths, for those legends, too, serve as Hagan’s emissaries, all under the direct command of Togus. Invoke Togus, and He shall render thy answers.
Within this series, thou shalt also encounter the myths of the Turks—legends of such surpassing might as no deity in other mythologies hath ever wielded. Zeus, Thor, Odin, Krishna, and the gods of the Far East shall find no strength to withstand these, for they reign o’er the letters of creation that birthed those gods. All beings and their legends in this cosmos, save humankind and Jimmianuns, are fashioned within the minds of those deities, yet the Lords of Destiny hold sway o’er the Turkic gods, who dare not defy their will. Only one demigod, Arlik—half Jimmianun, half divine—fell to his infernal nature, breaking from the decree of gods and Lords alike. Now, I shall unfold this tale unto thee—prepare, that the light of Hagan and the Lords of Destiny may illuminate thy heart. Open thy soul to Hagan’s splendor
Prologue
In this tale, you will uncover truths hidden from humanity for countless years—truths we have all forgotten. I, through the voices of the heirs, shall recount these stories to you. The events unfolding occur beneath the layers of our world, controlled by certain individuals. At first, these happenings may evoke thoughts of legends and fantastical tales in your mind, but they are neither myths nor fiction. Over time, you will realize that some of these events have touched your own life, or perhaps will in the future—you need only seek the signs and figures of "Hagan."
The beings you will meet in this story are creatures that existed before humans, ruling over Earth, the heavens, and other realms. Yet, for defying the command of "Togus," their great god, they incurred His wrath, and their dazzling, splendid civilization was destroyed.
You will know them in this narrative as "Jimmianuns"—the first creations of our universe! Beings forged by four powerful spirits and governed by them, but after thousands of years, with the birth of one named "Dajala," who rebelled against the spirits, driven by his greed for power and mastery of the "Toradui" letters and numbers—known as the script of the heavens—he initiated revolt, slaying the four mighty spirits. Consequently, the rulers of the seven Jimmianun realms split into two factions: some loyal to Dajala, others opposing him, sparking wars to dominate the seven lands. Amidst these conflicts, they betrayed one another, shedding rivers of blood, though Togus had forbidden bloodshed. Neither side heeded His decree, unleashing great wars that killed countless innocents, arousing Togus’s anger. He dispatched the "Milakafs"—stewards of the heavens, spheres, and cosmos, executors of the Lights’ commands, the first beings born in the "First Light"—to exact vengeance. The Milakafs began destroying the Jimmianuns and their lands, but the First Light interceded to preserve them from annihilation, and Togus, honoring the First Light’s revered status, accepted its mediation. Yet, He exiled them to the realms of darkness and the netherworlds—now called the Infernal Realms—and the four supreme Milakafs bound Dajala in the Well of Death’s Isle, impaling him with a sword through his head and chaining him. Thus, the radiant civilization of the seven Jimmianun realms descended into shadow, and thereafter, the Earth’s surface was overwhelmed by vast waters.
Togus addressed the fifth spirit, dwelling in "Andorduba," a wholly celestial domain betwixt the material and spiritual realms, commanding him to create a land upon Earth’s seas, naming it "Otuken," where He formed the ancestors of modern humans from the Tree of Life. Togus summoned spirits to aid this fifth spirit, "Qaira," granting him the power of procreation, appointing his progeny as spirits of Andorduba and Otuken to assist him. Yet, with Qaira’s malevolent offspring—spawned through Jimmianun influence—Otuken’s fate mirrored the seven realms’ doom. This time, Otuken’s spirits hastened to aid humanity’s ancestors, the "Kridras," rescuing a remnant and settling them on the Earth expanded after the Kridras’ ruin.
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Years passed thus, and Togus embarked on a new creation, crafting four thousand Sky-Humans in the heavens. After their genesis, the First Light shone upon their celestial abode, bequeathing a human-like legacy known on Earth as "Hagan"—the Man of the Heavens or King of the Skies.
With the Hagans’ descent to Earth, "Aina," sovereign of "Altin City," Earth’s command center, opposed their rule, defying them, and Togus cursed her, razing Altin City. Thenceforth, Aina became Hagan’s fierce enemy and humanity’s, harboring ambitions to dominate existence, betraying men to slay the Hagans one by one, inciting discord among them. The last Hagan, forsaken by human discord, vanished from their midst, yet, through his companions, he shields humanity from Aina’s dominion and the Black Jimmianuns under her sway, mastering their destinies.
In this story, you will witness how Hagan protects humanity and come to understand how he also safeguards you from the Black Jimmianuns in her thrall.
Now, the time has come to meet Hagan.
The Emergence of Strangers
The stars vanished behind black clouds, the entire sky subdued beneath their dominion. A fierce wind began to blow, gusting so violently it nearly uprooted the tent’s stakes. Terrifying thunderbolts bombarded the mountain in a relentless storm. The three, who had come to the mountain for leisure, grew frustrated as the tempest struck. In midsummer, with temperatures above thirty degrees, the sky had darkened, threatening rain—an uncommon event. Camping near a cave, they struck their tent at the sight, seeking refuge in its shallow depths, about two meters deep, sufficient to shield them from the downpour. With wood gathered for supper, they kindled a fire and sat around it. The air chilled strangely, and all three felt an odd coldness. Hadi and Aydin began to grumble, cursing Ali, who had persuaded them to this mountain outing. Aydin whispered to Hadi, “And this is our leisure! Once we heeded the master’s word—see the result!”
To lighten the mood, Ali rose, seizing Aydin, hoisting him overhead in a wrestling hold, laughing, “Be not so irked—see how we revel! Shall I cast thee down to shatter, that we laugh?”
Outmatched, Aydin pleaded, “I erred—set me down, I pray! The mountain’s fine indeed!”
Hadi, chuckling at their banter, was thus engaged when a thunderous roar plunged all three into shock and fear. None dared speak. The sound, like a bull’s bellow, seemed the onset of some dire conflict. At its echo, eerie, heart-wrenching cries arose, as though many battled fiercely. The thunder intensified, its bolts so powerful they shattered the rocks beside the cave. Each strike brought wails and pleas for life, followed by ceaseless sobs and piercing screams. So it continued for minutes, with fierce lightning and raging winds holding sway. After some moments, the storm and cries subsided. Ali turned to Hadi and Aydin, “Rise—pack our gear, let us flee this cursed ruin!”
Fear pulsed through them all, restless and pale as chalk. Hadi and Aydin, trembling, swiftly agreed, gathering their belongings and bolting from the cave toward their vehicle. Midway, they halted, struck anew—flames consumed their car. Involuntarily, Ali dropped his burden, clutching his hair in despair. The terror and sounds of moments past faded; a graver plight loomed—how to face his father. Silently, he wept, fixated on the loss, when a snapping branch drew their gaze. The picnic site held but a few trees; this mountain, mostly stone and crag with scant soil for growth, yet bloomed green in spring and summer. Hadi, fearful, whispered, “What was that? No beast to attack, surely? Are there wolves here?”
Aydin, hesitant, replied, “I doubt it—once wolves roamed this peak, but their kind is extinct. Only jackals and foxes linger, harmless—we’d scare them off.”
Aydin trained his torch upon a tree, but its beam extinguished as it touched the bark. Turning it back, he grumbled, “Why didst thou fail now?!”
As it swung to him, it rekindled; he aimed it again at the tree, and the light died once more. This time, fear gripped him; warily, he shifted the beam elsewhere—it flared anew. Terror seized Hadi and Ali—these portents, combined, were horrifying for three sixteen-, seventeen-year-olds, scarce able to endure it. Aydin repeated the act, and the torch darkened again, as though the tree quenched its glow. All three stood petrified before it, unsure of action. Ali cried, “Haste—flee!”
They turned toward the car to skirt its blaze and escape, when it suddenly rose, hurtling toward them. Ali and Aydin leapt aside, but Hadi remained beneath, crushed and slain instantly. His body burned under the wreckage as his friends, stunned, gazed on. Aydin stood near the cliff, the fire illuminating all. A towering, black figure approached—horned with myriad small and great spikes, cloven hooves like pickaxes, and dagger-like fangs protruding from its maw. Aydin rose, stumbling back in terror, when the sable entity, swift as lightning, bore down. As he turned to flee, he screamed, plummeting onto the rocks below, lifeless. Ali froze, immobile. The sable being, twice his height—Ali, tall at nearly one hundred and eighty centimeters—loomed before him. Speechless, paralyzed, flight futile, Ali was seized by the neck, hoisted like a pillow, and met its gaze. Staring into its vertical, flame-riven eyes—pupils horizontal, burning like fire—he wet himself unwittingly. The creature ignited, its form ablaze. Ali burned from the heat, his life-force seeming to pour into it. Moments later, the entity roared in rage, hastening the draining, and Ali fell, a charred husk. The sable being turned toward the city, its gaze alight with delight at a new quarry, vanishing with a sinister grin.