PROLOGUE
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[Reporter] “..News of disappearance of countless adolescents all around the world is a mystery yet unresolved. The Police are conducting investigations on a global scale as family members, especially parents, are beginning to form inquisitions and are likely to cause trouble if the issue remains unsettled. Former preside-”
*Next Channel*
[Reporter] “-are believed to been kidnapped by unknown assailants. Modern royalty all around the world expressed grave concerns as investigations are currently being held by almost all government agencies. The CIA, Interpol, NSA, MI6, Royal guards, and Secret services all around the world attempts full cooperation in regards to the disappearances of Royal successors believed to be an act of terrorism as the Queen of England threatens to engage in an all-out war. The Islamic State of-”
*Next Channel*
[Reporter] “-can you say about this abnormality that is happening?”
(Junkie answers) “It’s the Aliens!, It is the end of the world! It has Begun, ARMAGEDDON! We must repent for all our-“
[Reporter] “Most people being abducted are in the age of fourteen to twenty, do you think-“
(Junkie answers) “Does it matter?! We are all going to die, they are taking us one by one, we must-”
*Next Channel*
[Reporter] “-of schools in the district with the entire classrooms devoid of students. Concerned parents are pulling out their children left and right and are hoping for the best. The faculty and staff-“
*Shuts down the TV*
So it has begun huh...
June is being taken, so to speak, all humans are. One by one, every day, all around the world. No one knows who or even what they are. Be they angels? Demons? Aliens?! He is starting to get scared. And when the time comes, June doesn’t even know where they're being sent to. It is only safe to assume he doesn't have the answers
and he is vexed that he can't have them.
Heck, he's not even sure if he is sane still. Every day he stares outside his window as the signs foretell the coming of days. June knew his time has eventually come. He cannot explain how or why but he can feel it in his bones. He can smell it in the air and sense it in the crevices and shadows of things. One might argue that he's being an overly-sensitive little bitch, high on acid. For he is not. It is just crazy to imagine fantasy and reality warping and not in a good kind of way, mind you. It's just is. He knows he's right. And right he is. It is coming.
It is creeping near.
Nearer and nearer he dreads his rest as the feeling only comes when he sleeps. But when those 'beings' came all his emotions shifted. he doesn't feel angry anymore, nor does he feel scared. On the contrary he felt flaccidly interested, for this world has long been dead to him. His pain and suffering had been endless even death doesn’t feel like an enemy no more.
The time is nigh and June is tired of waiting. So tired his eyes began to feel heavy, he began to dream. And just like that, someone came for him. Then he was gone. Out of nowhere he disappeared.
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{June jones Jr., Kunyu Mountains, Shandong China}
It all started approximately six years ago, in the middle of the night as I closed my eyes.
It was a dream. ONLY a dream, as I told myself countless of times. But as I repeatedly dreamt it, it became the weirdest, most memorable moments I’ve have ever dreamt of. A dream I’m having every other night that a part of me wished to believe was true.
Unfortunately for me as I found out later, it was.
I was a shut-in. I’m just an average kid. Everything about me is normal. Well, I believe I am okay?
Geez.
Regardless, the world decided I wasn’t supposed to be.
First there was darkness, gloom stillness encompassing all there is nearby. Birds and insects ceased their racket. The silence was absurdly deafening as I stared up the ceilings of my small room where I was, alone in my bed.
My weariness compelled me to sleep. I was starting to feel comfortable, my body felt heavy and as my consciousness began to fade, time took flight. Then, everything turned grey.
My mind as well as my body felt light, like strings affix my entire being, held me suspended in the air. It was like I was floating in the middle of a black and white monochromatic space like a suspended animation and such.
I cannot move. My limbs barely heed my commands. Grey distorted spatial tears formed from my periphery, blurring my entire surrounding. My mind, a little hazy and lost, was beginning to clear up. Problem is, I don’t know where I was. I only know I was alone
Or so I thought.
All of a sudden, two beings slowly materialized in thin air. I felt their existence even before I saw them approach. Like a thousand needles pricking my skin all over, the feeling was gone after they saw me, I was intently looking, dumbstruck.
One of them was cloaked in bleached silk of bright radiance. The face covered by the shadows formed from the hood, an existence with bright tendril like wings of pure white fluttering ever slowly like country flags on a windy day.
Inside the gleaming cloak was silver ornamented armor, glowing with white aura. Maybe made from precious metals of legend like Adamantium or Orichalcum, either way I can’t tell. The being reminded me of the angel from the game ‘Diablo II’.
The other one alongside him however was cloaked in eternal shadows which emanate melancholic dark illuminance.
Vaguely covered with tattered black cloth was his shiny, fragmented steel gauntlet seen as he extends an arm. Moving ever closer to me.
A being with clear resemblance to a Nazgul (LOTR reference) except for the dark tendril like wings which exerts dread and pressure. A Ripper, a collector of souls. Covered by the cloak were metallic bones and distorted faces ornamenting his hell-forged armor. Only a scythe was needed to complete the image and I’ll come running to the opposite ends of the world like a deranged flimsy hobbit.
It really was a being shrouded in anguish and horror.
I forgot to breath. The sight was too much for a mere mortal to bear. They exert divine pressure with their existence alone which almost made me bow down in utter reverie.
I felt like an ant being crushed by a large boulder. Their presence was akin to that of a God. I even thought they were! Are they here or me? Is this a calling? Am I to become a priest someday? a Pope? a Saint?
I internally laugh as my imaginations run wild inside of my head.
I was in a situation I can’t even comprehend. It took a moment before the pressure lessened as I gasp to breath.
In a modern world where believing in myths are a form of idiocracy, I found myself unusually calm and composed. I am not afraid of dying. I resigned myself of the notion of being killed ages ago. Depression, Anger, Boredom and melancholy made me numb and nothing in this world is holding me back to the ropes of life. You might as well cut that annoying rope.
Mom and Dad were dead and I am always being beaten up and berated by my adoptive parents as well as the local gang in our area. Eventually my foster peeps became annoyed because the money that they covet for so long supposedly for my future, was out of their reach so they left me in the streets to die.
So long story short, I don’t wanna talk about my past. It is as my foster grandma says: let bygones be bygones, forgive and forget, and most importantly, love your enemies -while whipping me with a bullwhip.
Die Grandma you old hag
Now where was I?
Ah, the two beings surprising me by appearing out of nowhere, yes. Some people will have shocked reactions with fear visible in their eyes. Some might even scream and piss themselves off. Some might even cry.
Not me.
Not me though. Weird as I may come, the trauma of always expecting to be hurt broke me as I imagine myself in a hilarious situation every time I was abused, like the world is deliberately mocking me. I really hate this defense mechanism of mine, they ruin the most serious moments of my life.
As I was just having a weird intimate staring competition with two godlike beings, who I assume, will bend me over backwards and ravage my delicious sexy body in an intense devil’s three way,
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I laugh.
An unexpected mirth came out of my mouth. It grew louder and louder. I cannot stop laughing at the fantasy i created with my imagination. The Nazgul that was reaching for me stopped moving after reaching a few steps. I can imagine his surprise even though I cannot see his face. The Other one tilt its head, maybe wondering what just happened.
We were in an impasse. then, ever slowly they moved yet again, like looming darkness and radiant sunrise both, forming a most fascinating eerie apparition. Now we are face to face.
Well not quite,
they were standing in front of me but I still cannot see their faces. They stopped and looked at each other. Both have yet to voice their business with me.
Decent amount of time passed but the situation was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. I stopped laughing moments ago and began staring at them with complete observable interest. I couldn’t take it anymore as I broke the ice.
“So, where is the cosplay convention being held at?”
“…”
“…”
Oh my god, what the fuck have I done? What the hell’s wrong with me damn it. Of all of what’s good in this world I’ve decided to start a conversation with this ridiculous line. It’s like I’m begging them to tear my throat and guts out. Weird old me was about to say my apologies and pleasantries and pray to the high heavens that they don’t eat me when the glowing white dude spoke in a girly sing song voice, followed by the gloomy croak of the being shrouded by shadows.
“Thou hast spokenth nonsensical verses, may thou reprise such words of thee?” (Udazuriel)
“He speaks the common tongue of the modern hearth, Udazuriel. Hohoho, most mortals prostrate themselves in homage in front of beings like us, but this one…Hohoho, The old geezer is right huh. Meeting them would be a surprise for both of us. ”
“Hmm, enough! Thine alone is enough to speaketh!”
“Hohoho” (Ostheroth)
“Thine mortal, Ostheroth and thee truly, Udazuriel!, Archangel of the divine sovereign herself, hast cometh for thee to bringeth a glorious choice.”
“Oh for Gaia’s sakes Udazuriel. Can’t you for once speak normally?! The irritation I get from your voice makes me want to destroy a thousand planes.” Grumbled Ostheroth
“…”
“Ugh, as you wish dear old friend. Fine, let me start anew. I will state this clearly for you mortal so listen well, Ehem..Human, we have come from a distant plane of existence to present you a choice, whether it shall be a blessing or a curse is definitely up to you. The choice is this. You may stay here in this world or leave for another where magic, monsters, demons and Dragons run rampant. You will be strengthened for every experience you encounter. To be clear, this is a game designed by the Gods. Are you willing to accept such fate mortal one?”
“Uhh...what? Wait, WHAT?!”
This moron spoke too fast I barely understood half of what he said, even then I have a problem believing the words he had spoken. Like hell all that can be true. As the two of them stared at me for a long time I realized I haven’t really answered their question. Not bearing the following silence, Udazuriel began to speak again.
“Pardon me for being rude human, I may have forgotten to ask for your name”
No shit Sherlock, you think? Well as much as I like to say that out loud, common sense held me back. It is too early to mess with this kind of people. I might bite the dust just by being rude. I wanted to run. to be far away as possible from these freaks. that's what a sane person should do. but instead,
“My name is June”
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The two high beings explained that young mature humans are to be given a choice to be brought to another world. The rules are just like in a virtual reality game, RPG style.
When we kill, we grow stronger, but when we die, there is no going back. Honestly, June was very interested. He won't be alone, they said. They will give him enough time to think things through. Six years in fact. Then they will hear his decision. June was just a normal boy, barely the age of eleven. Ofcourse no one in their right mind would believe what they proposed. But unlike normal boys his age, June believed them.
So he decided to train, seeking temples and dojos and begged for places to sleep in. Monks and Masters after sensing his potential took care of him even if he was a stranger. The inheritance from his diseased parents covered for his other necessities. Sooner or later, June was educated in the ways of the martial arts.
But he didn’t stop there.
He researched the ways to survive in any environment, Reading mountains of books that may help with his adventure. He scanned survival methods and other things in the internet and learned fishing, farming, sailing, carpentry, forging, animal husbandry, medicine etc.
June, in his youth, relished in strategic games and often ask the two dudes who often annoy him in his sleep about what to expect in the new world. Their explanation was of a tolkienesque like settings where man lives in the middle ages and technology is almost to none existent. There are six continents dividing the kingdoms of man, elves, demi humans, dragons and devil-kins. Yes, a fantasy world.
He was to choose what race, gender, and country to begin with. In the hundreds of choices he chose half elf half man, a Halfling. Male with dark brown hair and pink eyes and even suggested making the ears less pointy. Weird, but cool nonetheless.
He strengthened himself for 6 damn years of constant sparring and training (usually being beaten down by an old master) and gathering knowledge, mastering the arts of knife throwing, sword fighting, archery, parkour and many more just for this day.
And this day came at last.
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It has been six years, the sixth of the month, the sixth of the day.
And now I float back to the place I’ve met those two weirdos, and there standing in front of me is one of them. Ostheroth of the thousand tongues, a High duke of the sixth plane of the infernal depths, leader of the hundred legions. In the constant time they appear before my dreams every night for the past years, I have learned much about these two and there are only a few things I can say about them.
They are idiots.
I am not wasting your time telling their story, for that is but a tale for another time.
We have talk too much we eventually became friends. Long story short, they are powerful beings that made poor choices and they were punished and striped off most of their powers. They are my conversation buddies every other night. That’s what got me thinking that what they are saying is true that someday I will have to make a choice. They taught me many things about the place they’ll be bringing me and that someday, I would be able to ascend to godhood, only if I survived though. They told me I wasn’t going to be alone for they will bring others alongside me and tonight is finally the night.
“Dude, what happened to Lady voice white bro?”
“Hohoho, how unwise you are child, you are not the only one who was cordially invited. There are multitudes more and Udazuriel is needed elsewhere.”
“Huh, so he’s busy. I bet he bedazzled his assigned youth with his vocabular grandeur. Can’t he at least say goodbye?”
“HUAHAHAHA! Good one. You will see him sooner than you think. Just remember child, stay alive as long as possible.”
“Easy for you to say, you are very powerful already. You said it yourself, aside from the 666 princes and the seven Dark Lords, no one is your match in the infernal realm. You are the most powerful of all the dukes of purgatory”
As I spit ass licking pleasantries for him to delight with, A coarse sound of laughter, like the sound produced by an old car engine came out of his mouth as he straightened his back, raised his left foot and placed it in a large rock that came out of nowhere, his black cloak glided in the wind, showing his dark eccentric armor as seawaves splashed near his back from god knows where. His hands placed in his hips like a hero of a shounen manga. He stood like that for a minute and laugh loudly and irritatingly so. I can now imagine how terribly bad this idiot’s superiors wanted to demote this shithead. Nonetheless, I cherished our little chats. I find him quite entertaining to say the least.
“HUAHAHA, I like you kiddo. You really get my awesome side. You have my respect.”
I sigh as he continued blabbing. No wonder they called him thousand tongues.
“-En, but you will not be going to my infernal realm you dimwit. Even a lesser demon from ours will obliterate kingdoms from yours. And I am not what I once was. I am weakened as my material body was sealed in the world you will be going. I will guide you there eventually. The time is nearing imprudent boy. Brace yourself.”
“How stupid of a demon can you be to be sealed there then? Hehe Oi Ostheroth! When I’m strong enough, do you want me to release your seal and return you to full power?”
“Ho~ a mere human helping me? Hohohoho, if you can do that then I will make you a deal. I will serve you for a hundred years then I will eat your soul and kill you, sound fair?”
“Deal!”
“Heh! I thought so. Nobody in their right mind would-WHAT?!”
“It’s a deal, idiot”
“WOHOHO, with no hesitation what so ever, this kid, you really are a fool. You need to be very powerful to even try to release my seal! Hohoho. Tell you what, I will tell you a secret! Listen well.
In some of the ruins buried beneath that world, lies an ancient archive with tomes so old the current civilization, nay, even the God themselves, had already forgotten the languages they’re encrypted with.”
“You mean like a library?”
“Yes child, powerful runes of knowledge that even Gods crave, even dreamt of possessing. Sadly for them, I alone aside from the old geezer who created the multiverse know the meanings of the runes and where to find the tomes! They don’t call me thousand tongues for nothing, hohoho. Those other old bitches decided they can’t kill me or else ancient powers will be lost forever so they sealed the glorious me to be their slave when I stole those old tomes.”
“..”
“Here’s the deal kiddo, I will bequeath to you the gift of comprehension, my personal skill which can read and understand ancient languages and also a compass that points to the ruins I secretly place those books. This you see here is just an astral projection made up of divine energy, even I don’t know where they sealed my original body. I only know that it is sealed in the southern continent. You have to find it yourself and I will reward you greatly-”
“You can give gifts?!”
“I’m not supposed to. Hehehe, you are to choose from pre-assigned blessings but since we are great friends…just promise me you’ll keep this a secret”
“hehe, are you not afraid I’ll rat you out to the Gods?”
“Will you rat me out to the Gods?”
“Nah”
“Hohoho, then I’ll take your word for it. I don’t really care if you can’t unseal the magnificent me, I can find a way myself ahehehe only it will take a millennia. Oh, the portal is arranged and complete, kid are you ready to go?”
“Let’s get this done with”
“Oh and one more thing lass, once you wake up to that world, you need to move fast. Since you told me you want to be reborn as a human so I will transfer you near a human settlement. Gods already informed all the kingdoms of man that you along with others, so called high humans or descended, are descending all at the same time. You will be provided with basic equipment near your spawn point. Dress up quickly before the Demon lords send their best regards. hohoho”
“Hey I said half man half elf! Wait, huh? I don’t understand the last part, what-”
Darkness once again filled my vision as I felt my consciousness fading. I had a feeling I was manhandled head first to a portal to god knows where.
Damn. I blacked out.
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um hi guys! this is my first ever fiction! i hope you like it and help me make it better by commenting below! Btw, please help me, i don't know how to make tables T-T