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Authorhouse
Category:
Science Fiction
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Type: Fiction
Pages: 456
Copyright: August 24, 2007
ISBN-13: 9781434305183
Heroic Saga
For centuries mankind battled vicious Dragons, fought alien demons, and even killed his own blood brother-all to see the return of Jesus Christ, but God never appeared. However, in 3776 AD, Nostradamus predicts the absence of our Lord & Savior is nearly over… during Lucifer's reign in blood!
-Scorpius Blood-
Willing to TWIST your FAITH in a PIERCED MESSIAH? If so... then embark through a purgatory prison, Novus Atlantis, with the lost soul Jason "Dante" Wolvoz. During a technologically advanced Dark Age, set in 3776 AD, Jason will discover the strange truths about Titan Zeus Enlil's own approaching Heaven, Novus Sirius. Zeus' new Celestial Creed forcefully grips Jason and the lost souls' faith who are reborn on old earth as the bloodline of the Titanz.
A new breed of Warrior Apostles, under the prophecised Phenix and his three Hyramz, must arise amidst the chaos. Jason Dante, possibly a Vampirical Phenix, will attempt to bring back the Christian Faith, unite 12 Siltron Tribez in mighty Creeden, and then do battle with the fallen Nefilim Warlord, Canis Ramstar, and his commanding Fuhrer Histler. Meanwhile... stealing the lost souls of Novus Atlantis to fuel a sadistic hybrid army of SS Blitzcreed, Vampiricalz, and Stygianz-Canis will attempt.
Once assembled and armed with the stolen Cryptex of Destiny, the SS can destroy old earth and enslave all mankind. They will then storm the approaching Novus Sirius' gates for ultimate revenge on the Anunnaki Over Lordz under Zeus Enlil. Canis (Lucifer) and Histler (Hitler's soul) will stop at nothing to reach Christ himself, if he is proven to exist-ruling from the highest Heaven. EVIL WILL WIN this Final Holy War UNLESS... the Phenix and his three Hyramz can be determined after the epic "Clash at Creeden."
Excerpt
Canto Two
{Realm of the Shape Shifterz}
Scene 3
Pisces Aries Sun Cusp
March 20th, 3776 {7:35 pm}
South Western Shadowood Grove
Mount Medievon, Nation of Arcadia-UNA
Jason McKinley Wolvoz was so curious about his place in an empty world of insults that he could not recall. He concentrated hard on what may have destroyed his memory, while at the very edge of his soul's endurance. Just then, a glistening sparkle broke through his obscured eyesight, from beyond the dark labyrinth of grey clouds on the rise. Unable to open his eyes fully and wounded bad, he fought the frightening awakening due to that overwhelmingly warm desire to stay between the waving sheets of a lost time. Whatever this awakening would bring, he felt his soul would battle through most everything. Now alive within an untested body he was ready to fight on from his knees, head down, and hands within the cool grass. Conscious and physical, he was, so instinctive chains of thought barked.
Jason {Despite the pain in my body and emptiness in my memory, I have to be strong. Numb me God, so I cannot feel this. Nothing will hurt when I am not real. Am I hiding in the shadows of an elusive fate, or seeking a tragic destiny? Has my maker forgotten me? I am just trying to LIVE!}
Cast into this purgatory swiftly by his rescuers, Monte Ozz and Bek Tai, J’s soul fell. He told himself to forget the pains and to forget the sorrows of mind and body, that something was greater on the horizon. That is when the allure, the need of physical warmth touched his chilled and damaged encasement. Physical instincts pushed the awakening to full reality. He was alive, for certain, knowing next to nothing about the strange underground storage place of the Zeta Colony he had come from, but a few images of his rescuers, Monte Ozz and Bek Tai, remained. J knew even less about where he was going.
However, those physical needs were comforting and reminded J of an existence beyond void. He still had not opened his eyes in this new expanse, but his head arose to greet the dim light of this dark day. Anxiety as well had a firm hold on the hesitant lids that covered his straining eyes. He felt almost ready to embark on this ultimate soul quest. Nose to the wind, he prepared.
First, J decided to take a deep breath, but the dryness of his lips thwarted this from being a pleasurable experience. Unfamiliar with the hybrid body he resided in and its history, he was surely lost. Saliva answered to saturate his cracked lips. He needed the continual breath of life. Inhalation was painful, as if for the first time outside the womb. He had finally begun to open his eyes, slowly. He peaked out, from behind woven eyelashes as the flesh of his eyelids tore free. He encountered a headache for all ages. His perception slowly cleared as he adjusted to the dim red light of this alien colored day, communicating with a higher consciousness.
Jason {Please God, take these trembling hands and lead me. Lord, tell what memories live in me, your humble servant. I feel I am very weak and I may give in to physical temptations easily. A freak may even live within me… God, but I am just me, nothing else! Please, tell me who in the hell am I? PLEASE!}
Fresh smells of a rainstorm lingered about as songbirds sang a poetic melody on cue. They delivered a small share of peace to J’s fragile emotional shell. Just then, a red fiery eagle, with purple glowing eyes, landed before him. Its flaming feathers glowed as rainbow colored smoke trails rose. It anticipated J’s movements.
The firebird watched J with its secret intent. Those smoky purple eyes penetrated his soul. However, the red eagle disclosed its purpose when it plucked up a large white feather, stained in blood, from a scattered collection before J. Once it had the prize it sought, the eagle flew up, within the gleaming treetops. J’s eyes followed the firebird and he saw towering above the trees a snow capped, yet erupting, volcano in the east. The dense black smoke began to coat the charcoal sky, almost completely blocking the light of two-spring suns-large red Nibiru and the small setting yellow Apsun.
From J’s kneeling position he then noticed that clothing was absent from his casement and blood coated his hands, arms, and chest. Cool water droplets glistened upon his chalky pale flesh as he leaned back. His shoulders and neck exploded with pain! He could feel his shoulder blades bleeding profusely. His head slung forward into trembling hands as he sobbed in a state of self-pity.
J composed enough to notice something else. Lying beside him was a huge set of white wings, but broken and mangled-ripped from his back! As his mind put the facts together, the fiery eagle began his eerie song to confirm. J’s eyes sought the firebird as bleeding continued from the two wounds on his back.
Searching his radiant surroundings, J did, for other life to help with his injuries or for sure, he would bleed to death. That is when a tender voice rode the curling wind. It called out to J to find her in the dark wood ahead, that late evening. Lynn Wolvoz, J’s beloved cousin, whispered softly a sad story concerning her diminished constitution brought on by an enraged shape-shifting beast of the SS Blitzcreed Hybridz. Her future quickly erased after entranced and controlled by the beast’s magical flute. Lynn was on the brink of a sure death in Thorn Valley after brutally attacked by a misdirected SS Blitzcreed General called Cyteria, who was searching for his alter ego-one he called Jason McKinley Wolvoz. J felt it was he.
Drowning out Lynn’s soft voice was the speedy music of the magical flute. The quick tune was far in the distance, but J could hear its energizing rhythm distinctly in his own femininity. Just then, the red fiery eagle began to alert him to follow the music. The flute sped up as J sensed Lynn needed him bad, as bad as he needed her company.
Jason {Wait now and control yourself! Should I stay here, trapped and torn from my old shell, or go to the source of the voice?}
As a brave man, yet reluctant at the time, J thought heroes should take chances. He proceeded to explore the sinister woods, despite nudeness and bleeding wounds. After all, he assumed he was in need of forgiveness through an honorable act of selflessness, but kept bleeding. He began a blind walk through a canopy of redwood, maple, and oak trees, covering himself with crude garments made of fig and vine. All the hunter green leaves of this coppice began to glow bright jade as if they were radioactive in his presence.
How vulnerable the nudeness had made J feel and a collage of goose bumps rose up in an almost painful way. Distress from the nudity was symbolic of his exposed fear-feeling it acutely and telegraphing some. Soft-lit grass and rounded stone coated the ground as ash drifted in the cool spring air. However, uneasiness filled the abnormal grove. The fading voice of Lynn continued to call J and he began to tremble under the shadows of the mighty wood in his thoughts.
Jason {Will the beast of her nightmares find me… where do I find the courage I seek? God, where is Heaven? This must be Hell.}
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