The Chronicles of Messorius (Added: Chps 2 & 3)

Pasithea · 2008-07-25T15:42:43+00:00

My original story that I wrote when I was like 16. So about 4 years ago. I still like it. :) It has some Abrahamic Christianity incorporated into it and a LOT of Greek Mythology. Basically the God and the Devil are the same God and Devil from the Bible but there are other Gods and Goddesses as well. Hope that makes sense. Heh... Needs a little tweaking especially in the last 2 chapters. Dx but yeah, it's alright. I think I will post the Prologue first. I got like 5 chapters into it. So just tell me if you want to read more. I love critiques and criticism as well. (Oh and btw, the Latin is probably not correct. xD In fact ignore the Latin altogether. lol I don't know what I was doing with that, Babelfish perhaps. lol ) ----------------------------- I stood before my master my heart beating steadily in my chest. He looked up from his work towards me and bellowed in a profound, deafening voice, "EGO EFFICIO ET ACCIO VOS MESSORIUS. CONTRA VESTER CONSTITUO NUNC." (Translation: "I did not beckon thee Messorius. Assume your post immediately." ) He went back to mutilating his live work but I stayed, not moving even the slightest. He continued to ignore me and slid his razor-sharp nails across the shrieking body. Blood spilled over the sides of her. She moaned in angst and begged for mercy. It was almost hard to tell if she was in pain or pleasure when Lucifer lapped up the blood like a dog. Women were his most favorite sinful creatures to torment. But he always grew tired of the old and ordered new souls one by one for me to bring to him. Sometimes he even fancied a beautiful man. After all this is the land of sin, what else would you expect from the devil himself? But he is not the only one. I too am a devil, you might have heard of me. My mother is Nyx, my twin is Hypnos, and I am known as the god of death amongst the land dwellers. They call me the grim reaper or the porta-custos of Hell. I whipped my tail against one of the rugged molten rocks causing it to explode volatility. I had gotten his attention again only this time he exploded with anger, "MESSORIUS! EGO ENARRABILIS VOS EXCEDO NUNC!" (Translation: "Messorius! I told you to leave! Now!" ) "Ego arbitratus meus constituo ast vester sedes!" (Translation: "I will assume my post on your throne!" ) "SUEMUS VOS REIECTIO EGO!?" (Translation: "Are you challenging me!?" ) I spoke no more. I had already begun charging towards my foe with great speed. Our weapons clashed together clanging through the underworld. The bells from my scythe rang a toll of death. On the tenth chime he would be defeated and I would reign as his overlord! His nails had grown out like claws but they appeared to be knives that protruded from his cuticles. One ring chimed from my scythe. The first toll. He lashed his claws at me and I countered with the Soul Reaper. Ring! He pushed away from me and I jumped upon a large lava rock. Lucifer taunted me from below. Ring! I leapt down gliding on my demon's wings. I lashed my scythe out at him! Ring! It nicked the side of his face. Black tinted blood spewed from the cut. He furiously slammed his foot down on the hard molten rock. Ring! A tremor erupted and blasts of lava burst like geysers! I was hit by one and crashed down onto the earth. Ring! My face bubbled from the burn it endured. When I touched it my skin slid onto my hand like it was never pasted there in the first place. Ring! Lucifer was dashing toward me quickly like a cat. He swung his claws at me! I promptly turned my head away to dodge his attack. Ring! One claw slid across my right eye. The eyeball stung as my blood enclosed around it. I hurriedly leapt to my feet and prepared to defend myself. Ring! Before I had a chance Lucifer ran straight up to me and dug his claws in my gut. I was to winded to breath. He forced them into me and twisted his arm back and forth stirring my guts around. I fell against him and my body rested against him and his claws. With his head close to my ear I heard him whisper, "...Fundo..." My eyes widened and I felt the back edges of his claws scrape against the inner part of my gut as he pushed me to the ground. I lay there stunned... 'Fundo...Defeat...No...It can't be...' The bells never rang from that point on. The last thing I heard from Lucifer was my punishment for betraying him. I was sentenced to suffer on the Earth as an immortal human for all of eternity. Never to grow old or to have the mercy of death. Once I had reached the Earth my mother came to my aid and gave me her spear. The secret that she said would save me from a time without end in the human world was one I could never take on. But the sins I carried were a great burden that weighed on me in this world. I felt heavy and fatigued. So I slept hoping it would be an everlasting sleep of dreams...Or rather nightmares... End Prologue Chapter 1 I stared into the bowl with the chunky liquid. I was disgusted by the look and smell of it. I glared at the traveler that offered it to me, "Am I supposed to eat this?" "You sure are! Go ahead and try it! It's the best stew you can get in Teetown, "I watched as the pudgy man garbled the liquid down. It dribbled from the corners of his mouth and the pieces of food stuck in his scraggly beard. I stared into the bowl again. I took the odd utensil he had given me and scooped some of the liquid into its curved center. I held it up to my mouth and sipped it. I almost gagged! It was the most awful thing I had ever tasted! My senses were not as keen as they had been when I was a devil in Hell but they were still strong enough to sense my surroundings. It was as if I had the nose of a blood hound. In fact I could smell the stench of the old traveler from where I was sitting by the fire. We only met by chance. I was hanging around in a tree as he passed by that night when my stomach growled loudly and he heard it. He was kindly enough to coax me down and offer that I join him for supper. I gave in to the howls from my gut and joined him. He just started rambling to me after he started the fire. He told me about himself saying he had a family back home somewhere in a village called Ochre. He was so enthusiastic about how beautiful it was. The rocks were colored in different shades of yellows, browns, and reds he explained. Huge oak trees were spread across the grassy hills throughout the village. Wild flowers bloomed everywhere in the spring time he told me. Of course I didn't care. I wondered to myself why humans always felt the need to gab on and on about their pathetic and wasted lives. He said he had a son around my age and a young daughter that was about seven. The man traveled to many different towns and villages and bartered with them to earn money to help support his family. He rambled on for what seemed forever. Somehow I felt he wasn't telling the whole truth though. Especially when he said he didn't make much trading. I pulled my mother's spear closer to my face so I could look through the looking glass that was set in the center of the hilt. With the glass I could see right into his soul and read his very thoughts. It showed that most of what he said was true. Although I saw how unfaithful he was to his wife sleeping around with every slut and whore he could find in those towns. He wasted a majority of the money he earned on booze and sent what little was left to his family. His soul radiated with an aura of sins. I could see some desire in his eyes at that moment as well. Upon reading his thoughts I found out that he realized how valuable my weapons were. The man was planning to murder me in my sleep and take all of my belongings and sell them to some traders for high prices. He could certainly buy a lot of booze with that. He looked at me when he finished eating, "I know you're hungry boy. Go ahead and eat! It's alright! If I didn't mind sharing I wouldn't have offered!" He let out a big, fake, grin. I replied, "I don't eat horse shit." He looked a little hurt, "Oh...Well, whatever suits you're fancy. But that's all there is, sorry, "He lay down on his side and warmed one hand by the fire while he rested his head on the other. I grumbled when my stomach did. The man just smiled mocking me. I was so tempted to eat the disgusting food that I almost downed it in one gulp but I stopped suddenly and sniffed it again. It smelled like valerian. It was a sleeping herb. He was so desperate I thought. I took the bowl and downed it anyways. I sighed relieved that my stomach was content. I hated having such persistent human sensations. The man smiled and said, "So you're stomach got the better of you, eh?" "What of it?" I barked back. He chortled at my remark, "Never mind it boy. At least now you're stomach is full and you can sleep well tonight, "He sighed and lay back against the log. I moved so close to the fire the man seemed nervous I'd burn myself. It didn't bother me one bit though. I welcomed the warmth. He began some conversation, "So I noticed you have some really nice weapons there. Where'd you get them?" I grinned knowing what he was up to, "They were personally forged for me." "Wow. That's some mighty fine handy work. What are they made of?" "The spear's tip was made out of diamonds, the scythe's blade was forged out of mythril, and both of their hilts were forged from onyx and shards of silver." "Amazing!, " He stared bewildered, "How much do ya think they would fetch for?" "I wouldn't know. They were gifts." "Wow! You're a pretty lucky guy, "He yawned loudly, "Well I'm feeling a bit drowsy I think I'm going to sleep now. How 'bout you boy? Feeling tired?" I smiled through the fire, "Not a bit. I could go for days without sleep." "Really now? Well I doubt that. You youngin's think you can stay up for so long, but I know better." "Do you now? You honestly think that the valerian is going to take affect on me don't you?," His eyes widened with surprise, "You know I would have been your first murder. Do you think you really could have gone through with it? You've beaten many women almost to their deaths but you always held back. Now why is that? I think it's because you're afraid. Afraid to get in some trouble...You humans disgust me, " I flung my hand through the fire and caught hold of his meaty throat. The flames danced up and down the cloth on my arm. He was perspiring greatly which made him stink even more. The fire came close to his face. I stood up still clutching him and stood in the fire allowing the flames to rush around me. I was engulfed in flames now and the man could only choke fearfully. He gasped out, "Why!?" "I'd probably be doing your wife a favor by killing you. And you get to go to Hell too. Fancy that." "B-but! I'm a good person! I never meant anyone harm! Please have mercy! I have a family to provide for! I beg of you!" "I don't have mercy for anyone...Funny isn't it? You get to be done in the by the former grim reaper himself, " I laughed out hysterically. "Y-you!?" "That's right. I'm him, " I thrust the man down on the ground where he clutched his throat gasping for air. "Who the hell are you!?" I took up my scythe from the ground and clutched it, "I'm the King of Hell." "L-lucifer!?" "No. The name's Messorius and don't you forget it, " I swung the blade precisely aiming at his head. End Chapter 1

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Damienthedevil

16 years ago

ho.....so Messorius real name is Thanatos huh....i remember he was a god but what god was he again???

By the Way the story is progressing greatly i love it! i hope chapter 4 will come out soon finally a fight scene! lol i wan to see how you are going to describe it most fight scenes in novels and story turns out sucky but i have high hopes for you

biglw17

16 years ago

i agree with the devil...lol that sounds funny

Pasithea

16 years ago

Uhh some pretty crazy shit happens in the fight scene. xD Lots of blood and guts. I usually hate that stuff, like seeing it, but I don't mind writing about it or reading it. lol ^^; I am strange...

And yeah, his real name is Thanatos, who in Greek mythology is the God of death, however he uses the name Messorius which means "Grim Reaper" in Greek I believe.

I never really came up with a reason why he doesn't like using his real name. xD I'm sure I will eventually though.

biglw17

16 years ago

well thats cool =]

Damienthedevil

16 years ago

want me to give a suggestion? lol well i had an idea after u said that Thanatos is the god of death in Greek Mythology....

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