Nill had lost his trail he was denied his journey by old enemies once again she was not acting as a war angel so in effect he did not have to go though the spine breaking effort of building a launcher for someone who was not ready or wanted it for someone else. she kept her hand between them in a sort of challenging and dangerous way now that he knew they where under threat for the crime of existing he no longer felt the need to side step it was not a puzzle to work out not a solution to solve it was just because they existed and that was all there was to it. he saw the war angel fight at his side but if he followed her plan and went to hide it appeared as though she was loosing her battle and the land they existed on, it was extremely dangerous as a plan. although she was used to rebuilding even in combat and pushing back Nill hated to loose things in the first place he found the raids unnecessary and risky from the start. he looked down at the planet it did not look good the leafy sea dragon sirens habitat had conflicts arising from is usually peaceful atmosphere, the human genocide survivors where ready to kill each other, the tyrants totally pulled their masks off, the earth was choking it self on a vapour of vengeance and greed. if she was not to take up her mantle and get this thing under control she did not realize it yet but the atmosphere might change her as well then there would be nothing left.. just destruction.. he continued to think back about what had happened he had a much wider view of the world now, he could even place why the strange occurrences happened... and the meaning of messages but what was he to do if something had come undone it was undone if many people already battled and died at a location what is to be done to fix the area without defiling more resting places... he was not sure why the man was killed however the designs for the art in question where in place long before the man had ever died that can be said the same could not be said for the boy after. regardless it was a place two people where not able to rest. in a funeral procession in certain areas of the world to make eye contact means to die, it is possible a vast area from the original site has become like a funeral walk. this leads to the person who brought Nill into the modern issue in which case it was broken for anyone to accept blackmail over the event as he himself was not free of guilt and must have looked to know. the funeral drum continued its beat a never ending party of death and retribution into the never ending night... As the war angel descended from the heavens to witness the chaos below, Nill, a brave and determined soul, contemplated two possible courses of action. Should he return to Earth and attempt to mend the shattered world, or should he join forces with the angel and utilize a colossal bow to bring about a resolution from the skies? After careful consideration, a plan began to take shape. It seemed fitting for the war angel to unleash her powerful shots from her elevated vantage point, while Nill would venture forward on Earth to confront the challenges head-on. Their paths would converge at a later time, where their combined efforts would have the greatest impact. With their individual skills and unwavering determination, Nill and the war angel set forth on their respective journeys, united in their quest to restore sense to a broken world.
As the war angel descended gracefully, his eyes locked with the determined gaze of his companion. They stood facing each other, the weight of the broken world pressing upon them. A plan began to take shape in their minds, a daring strategy to confront the imminent danger that loomed ahead.
With a calm yet resolute voice, the war angel spoke to his companion, sharing his idea to ensure their safety amidst the chaos. "Listen closely," he began, his words carrying the weight of his experience. "If you find yourself in grave peril, I want you to remember this: thread a bardiche through your giant bow and wield it as an arrow."
A look of confusion crossed the companion's face, but they trusted the wisdom of the war angel. They listened attentively, eager to understand the unconventional approach. "But... a bardiche?" she questioned, their voice tinged with curiosity.
The war angel nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with conviction. "Yes, my dear companion. A bardiche, a formidable polearm, can be a powerful weapon in the face of danger. Its long, deadly blade and sturdy shaft can be threaded through your giant bow, transforming it into a formidable projectile. This way, you can strike your enemies with both precision and devastating force."
The companion's eyes widened with a mix of awe and determination. They could envision themselves wielding this unique amalgamation of weapon and tool, a symbol of their strength and resolve. With a newfound spark in their eyes, they nodded in agreement, ready to embrace the audacious plan.
"We shall fight together," the war angel declared, his voice filled with unwavering determination. "arrows upon our enemies from above,
As the war angel prepared to descend back to the planet, his companion, a skilled and resourceful inventor, devised a daring plan to assist his return. With a collection of intricate gears and cogs, she sought to distort the fabric of time itself, creating a protective shield to mitigate the pain that time distortions could inflict.
With deft hands and a focused mind, she carefully arranged the gears and cogs in a complex pattern. Each piece, meticulously chosen, represented the delicate balance required to manipulate time. As she activated the mechanism, a low hum reverberated through the air, signaling the activation of her invention.
As the war angel began his descent, his companion unleashed the power of the time-distorting contraption. The gears and cogs spun in a mesmerizing dance, emitting a soft glow that enveloped the angel. Time itself seemed to ripple and warp, creating a protective cocoon around him.
The war angel felt the distortions of time shifting around him, but instead of experiencing the excruciating pain that often accompanied such phenomena, he found himself cushioned by his companion's ingenious creation. The gears and cogs acted as a buffer, absorbing the brunt of the temporal disarray and shielding him from its harmful effects.
Through the combined efforts of the war angel and his companion, they defied the limitations of time. As the angel touched down on the planet's surface, the time distortions gradually dissipated, allowing him to step onto solid ground unscathed. The gears and cogs, having completed their task, settled into stillness.
With gratitude in his eyes, the war angel turned to his companion, acknowledging her ingenuity and unwavering support. They shared a silent moment, understanding the risks they had taken, and the triumph that had been achieved. Their bond, forged through their shared determination, proved to be a formidable force against the challenges they faced.
As the war angel's feet touched the familiar soil of Earth, he felt a surge of determination course through his celestial veins. It was time to fulfill his mission, to seek out the wondrous siren photogenica known as "Rhianna." She held the key to recovering the damaged land he was bound to, the land of the arrow.
The war angel's eyes scanned the ancient pages of a mystical tome, flipping through the weathered parchment to find the entry on Rhianna. The pages whispered stories of her ethereal beauty and her ability to harness the very essence of light. It was said that with her help, the war angel could unlock his full potential and restore balance to the land.
However, a foreboding warning caught his attention, etched in faded ink on the page. It spoke of a relentless adversary named C. Brown, a malevolent force that had repeatedly interfered with the sacred burial sites of the war angel's kind. Defeating C. Brown was the key to unlocking Rhianna's full abilities, but it also came with the risk of drawing the attention of this formidable foe.
Nill, the war angel's ever-faithful companion, shrugged nonchalantly at the mention of C. Brown. "He won't be that big of a deal," Nill confidently proclaimed, underestimating the gravity of the impending confrontation.
The war angel regarded Nill with a mix of admiration and caution. While he appreciated Nill's unwavering confidence, he knew the dangers that lay ahead. Bown was no ordinary adversary, and the war angel understood the importance of preparing for the battles to come.
With a determined glint in his eyes, the war angel set forth on his quest to find Rhianna, guided by the ancient knowledge contained within the pages of the tome. He knew that the journey would be fraught with challenges, but he was willing to face them head-on, for the fate of the land and its people depended on his success.
As the war angel prepared to descend once again, he turned to his companion, seeking any parting words of wisdom. With a gentle yet concerned expression, she warned him about the potential dangers of using pole arts too heavily, cautioning that they could erode his existence since he had not yet mastered their intricate techniques.
The war angel smiled warmly at her, appreciating her guidance and care. He understood the importance of balance and restraint in wielding such powerful weapons. With a nod of gratitude, he bid her farewell, promising to heed her advice as he embarked on his mission to find Rhianna.
Descending from the heavens, the war angel landed gracefully on a serene beach, the sound of crashing waves accompanying his arrival. With a sigh of determination, he knew that his search for Rhianna was just beginning. He walked along the coastal path, his mind filled with thoughts of the challenges he had faced in his living life.
Lost in contemplation, the war angel wondered about the fate of the other two individuals he had encountered on his journey. Jose, the skilled boat racer, and Juan, whose story remained a mystery. Their paths had diverged, leaving the war angel to reflect on the uncertainties that life often presented.
As he continued along the beach, his gaze caught sight of arrows meticulously carved into the trees. Intrigued, he followed their trail, his thoughts drifting between the past and the present. He wondered about the struggles and hardships that people faced, and the importance of resilience in the face of despair.
The war angel's mind wandered to the lessons he believed people could learn from the Europeans, particularly their unwavering determination in times of war. Even as hostages, they fought to reclaim what was rightfully theirs. He observed the disheartening phenomenon of surrendering to the enemy, a sentiment that felt inherently wrong to him.
Unable to deny the effectiveness of perfected weapons that had evolved over time, the war angel pondered the dark depths of human nature. He recognized the presence of an agitator symbolized by a whale, bearing the distinct Russian influence. This agitator was known as the Blue Whale game, a sinister manipulation that coerced individuals into committing suicide. The war angel understood the futility of reasoning with those who derived pleasure from such a deadly weapon.
on his journey he could see he was being followed the being knew he knew she was a skin walker he had seen her kill and climb into the skin of the victim and proceed to follow him, somebody was going to die from her nobody climbs into a dead body to say hello how are you. he could see from her voice she was a digital blue whale user from the distinct lack of humanity. and she almost seemed to drool when she was close he could hear her breathing. could do with a damn witch doctor and a priest to navigate the state of this world. her foot prints continued to follow him, as he walked casually as soon as her foot hit a root he threw a dart into it causing her to shriek as it pinned it in to the log. he broke into a sprint why am i still looking up he wondered expecting a gigantic hand to show him where rhianna was. she could be any where he looked around looking for a clue before a blow dart whizzed past him he grabbed it in mid air he held it as dart frog poison leaked from the end, he looked to the side to see the blower when something made him unsettle about how her big red mask tilted, she had probably gotten lost from the carnival, and ended up here trying to survive that was his theory... before she stood up into the trees to her full hight her mask resembling a forest flower. he squinted at her before she broke into a roaring sprint down her front was a trail of blood, 'shit!' he turned and started zig zagging as he cut around sand and trees she let her arms hand out and was still able to give chase, as he sprinted he looked into the forest to see if there where any other pursuers... other than this over grown girl busting her way though the low branches. something about her height was jarring. he continued his fast sprint until he slid into a cave hit the wall and hit the water. as he collided with it he had another flash back as he fell.. 'this may be the most dangerous territory ever created' he was briefed, see if you can make it through.. ' 'don't let the feather like sea pens touch you..' 'its the goddess of death don't say her name...' did they ever actually get along... the more he thought about the well... the more he began to realise why there was so much fighting over it. it could easily be called the most dangerous place on the planet. he would have to get to a black market or deep intel to know if there where any places more deadly. 'we will never speak of this again...' 'please get us out of here'... he woke up in the water pushing himself up... he did not know why he never trusted advice about where he should be going. he continued to walk along the half filled cave wading though he could see the large forest flowered face of the hunter woman disappointed in missing her meal. he waded though guessing she did not like the small enclosed space, this was like the time they used to get by on cyan tunnels and storm drains only there was absolutely nothing holding the tunnel together securely.. 'why do i follow them?' are you kidding me I'm the most solitary person ever!' he pushed passed the obnoxious branches looking left and right in the tunnel, he sighed he never liked to go right it took much to long to get back left once you started. so he went left and headed quickly down the tunnel... he held his head as the water splashed he knew they where all related in some way originally but now it had all gone wrong. all he had to distinguish was if well it seemed as though she was inexplicably tied to them... but she swore... swore to him she would not go down their path... he had best not go into the details he said he would shelf the deep dive on the history. he continued to run until he got to the mangrove roots he grabbed a large one and he could hear a song flowing through it... 'born again'... ... ... this felt like the power of the creature he was seeking... nature energy was seeping though the roots, he broke a large one off with a large gnarled head, this will do for a club... he spun it around a few times and continued on. there's not much more I need to hear fortunately I'm already on the right path... what he could not understand is why on earth they had decided to ignite the continent in the fist place, all he could think about was that damned woman and her need to take things over board! say this succeeded and left south America displaced, the drugs stop the killing goes up the people retreat to the forests there is no loyalty in the battle field, everyone displaced looks for the perpetrators to destroy in the end they where loyal to the place they came from not the people who took it from them.
In the depths of an underground tunnel, the war angel raced against time, his heart pounding with anticipation. He could feel the weight of his mission pressing upon him, urging him forward. With each stride, he drew closer to a small cabin tucked away in the darkness.
As he burst through the cabin door, his eyes fell upon the peculiar sight before him. Goggles and a snorkel lay on a worn wooden table, accompanied by a barbed pole, its menacing presence etching a sigh from the war angel's lips. He knew that his search for Rhianna, the wondrous siren photogenica, had reached a critical juncture.
With a sense of resignation, the war angel gazed into the water, knowing that Rhianna could be anywhere within its depths. He had tirelessly scoured the land, day and night, in pursuit of her, but luck had eluded him thus far. However, he refused to yield to despair, the flicker of hope still burning within his soul.
Just as he contemplated his next move, a glimmer of movement caught his attention. A boy appeared in a small boat, named Ori. There was something about him, something that resonated with the war angel. As he approached, he noticed a certain shell in Ori's possession, a symbol that stirred something deep within him.
Intrigued and hopeful, the war angel engaged in conversation with Ori, sharing his quest and his desperate need to find Rhianna a legendary photogenica. Ori listened intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and understanding. He revealed that the shell he possessed held a special significance, a connection to the very essence of Rhianna. Ori blew into the shell hard and waited
As the war angel and Ori continued their search for the wondrous siren Rhianna, Ori's eyes sparkled with anticipation. He knew of a mystical being who resided within the depths of the waters, a creature known as Scillia. With a deep breath, Ori called out to the sea, his voice carrying a melody that resonated with the ancient powers of the ocean.
In response to Ori's call, the water began to stir, gentle ripples spreading across the surface. Suddenly, a magnificent figure emerged, her form graceful and ethereal. It was Scillia, a legendary creature of the seas, her eyes shining with curiosity and excitement.
Enthusiasm radiated from Scillia as she greeted Ori and the war angel. Stories of Rhianna, the wondrous siren photogenica, had reached her ears, and she yearned to meet this legendary being. Her voice, like the soothing waves, echoed with anticipation as she offered her assistance.
Ori explained their quest, their desperate need to find Rhianna to restore the damaged land. Scillia listened intently, her eyes gleaming with a deep understanding. She revealed that she had glimpsed Rhianna's presence, her ethereal light, during her ventures beneath the waves.
With Scillia's guidance, the war angel, Ori, and their newfound ally embarked on a remarkable underwater journey. Scillia's knowledge of the ocean's currents and hidden passages proved invaluable as they navigated the depths, their spirits buoyed by the possibility of finally meeting Rhianna.
As they delved deeper into the magical realms of the sea, they encountered awe-inspiring creatures, vibrant coral reefs, and underwater landscapes that seemed to defy imagination. Scillia's enthusiasm grew with each passing moment, her excitement palpable as she drew closer to the legendary siren.
Finally, amidst a cascade of shimmering light, they arrived at a hidden enclave, where Rhianna awaited their arrival. The war angel's heart swelled with gratitude as he beheld the wondrous siren, her radiance illuminating the underwater world.
Scillia, overcome with joy, greeted Rhianna with reverence and admiration. She expressed her eagerness to learn from the legendary siren and to share in her wisdom. Rhianna, in turn, welcomed Scillia with open arms, recognizing the potential of their alliance in the quest to restore balance.
In the embrace of their newfound unity, the war angel, Ori, Scillia, and Rhianna forged a bond that would transcend the depths of the sea and the vastness of the land. Together, they would embark on a journey to heal the damaged land and bring hope to a world in need.
With their collective powers and unwavering determination, they set forth, their spirits intertwined in a symphony of light and water, ready to face the challenges that awaited them. And as they ventured forth, the echoes of their harmonious alliance reverberated across the seas, a testament to the power of unity and the resilience of the human spirit.
Guided by the boy and his enigmatic smell, nill embarked on a new journey, sailing across vast waters in search of the elusive siren photogenica. Together, they navigated treacherous currents, their determination unwavering.
As the war angel, Ori, and Scillia continued their search for the wondrous siren Rhianna, Scillia spoke of her admiration for the legendary siren. She described Rhianna's beautiful songs, which had the power to uplift and inspire those who heard them. Scillia marveled at how Rhianna used her talents to build up others and spread positivity throughout the world.
During their conversation, Scillia mentioned a malicious male siren known as C. Brown, who was Rhianna's arch enemy. Nill, the war angel's companion, nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of defeating such a malevolent force. Nill pondered how C. Brown always managed to escape, even after committing various crimes and confronting powerful beings like the death angel in the sea.
Scillia, with a determined glint in her eyes, expressed her eagerness to confront C. Brown and put an end to his wickedness. However, she spoke of it with a sense of justice rather than malicious intent. Her strength and aura impressed Nill, as he saw the deadly determination within her. Nill mentioned it was not just c. brown who was the issue a depredate land grab had been made in an attempt to cover up a monster who had been eying the land from afar from since nill was school age. she would be killing stalking blackmailing and raping until she got what she wanted, already priceless graves are being excavated gold is being dug up and Americans who bult a wall to keep them out of their county are going there for matters of oil and gold.. rhianna is influential and had blood in that area.. hopefully she will help to overturn this warpath.
Together, nill, Ori, and Scillia recognized the importance of their mission, not only to find Rhianna but also to protect the future from the malevolent forces that threatened their world and there where many. They understood that defeating C. Brown would require strategic planning, using their collective strengths and powers it turned out many people where wearing it in some sort of protest... making it even more annoying to locate him.
With renewed determination nill, Ori, and Scillia embarked on their quest, ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. They knew that their success would depend on their unity,
As they ventured forth, their commitment to justice and their desire to protect others served as a beacon of hope in a world that sometimes seemed filled with darkness. And as they continued their journey, their actions would inspire others, fostering a sense of unity and resilience in the face of adversity.
Together, they would overcome the challenges, not with violence or aggression, but with unwavering determination, compassion, and the belief that the power of goodness could triumph over evil.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as they ventured deeper into uncharted territories, guided by Ori's intuition and the mystical aura of the shell. With each passing moment, the war angel's hope grew stronger, for he sensed that they were drawing closer to their ultimate destination.
And then, on a day when the sun cast its golden rays upon the horizon, nill angel and Ori discovered a hidden island. It exuded a sense of ethereal beauty As the war angel, Ori, and Scillia made their way towards the shore, Scillia's senses sharpened. She could smell the distinctive scent of a wondrous siren in the air, and her keen hearing detected something stirring in the deep waters. Ori, full of curiosity, stumbled upon a strange elongated shell. In an attempt to call forth the siren, he tried blasting the shell, but his efforts proved unsuccessful.
Nill, ever resourceful, suggested giving the shell to Scillia, who possessed much larger lungs and a more powerful voice. With a mighty blast, Scillia's call resonated through the sea, drawing the attention of several sirens, but Rhianna was still nowhere to be seen. Undeterred, Nill took out his instrument and played a beautiful tune that reverberated across the waves.
In response to the melodic singing, a peculiar phenomenon occurred. The sharks in the vicinity began circling in intricate patterns, indicating that Rhianna's presence was near. The anticipation built as the majestic silhouette of the Sharksbane emerged from the depths, gliding towards them with graceful S-shaped movements.
Nill, overwhelmed with awe, started running down the beach, but suddenly found himself lifted into the air. Rhianna had playfully grabbed him by the hand, hoisting him up about 80 feet above the ground. It was a surreal moment as she seemed to be trying to communicate with him, her eyes shining with understanding. With a wink, she pointed towards the sea, indicating that there was something he needed to see there.
Intrigued, Nill looked down and saw that Rhianna possessed the ability to see into the depths of the ocean with her eyes. Sensing his desire to explore further, she gently allowed him to perch on her finger, her presence bearing a striking resemblance to the war angel. Though she communicated through song, Nill felt a profound connection, almost as if he was conversing with the same essence that resided within the war angel.
With a nod, Rhianna confirmed her willingness to take Nill to his desired destination. In an awe-inspiring moment, she opened her colossal mouth, revealing a cavernous passage. Nill, filled with both trepidation and excitement, understood that this was the way to venture into the depths of the sea.
Nill, the intrepid explorer, strode confidently forward, his gaze fixed on the horizon. As he approached the edge of the vast ocean, a colossal figure emerged from the depths—the legendary Sharksbane Mermaid. Her scales shimmered like a thousand stars, and her massive tongue hung lazily from her gaping maw.
Undeterred, Nill stepped onto her tongue, its smooth surface yielding beneath his weight. With a gentle flick of her head, the mermaid swallowed him whole, her cavernous mouth enveloping him in darkness. As she disappeared into the depths, Nill felt a surge of excitement mingled with trepidation.
Meanwhile, Scyllia, the mischievous siren, observed Ori's reluctance to be devoured. A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she extended her enormous maw towards him. With a swift and powerful grab, she seized him and tossed him into her gaping mouth.
Ori's screams were muffled as Scyllia plunged into the ocean, her laughter echoing through the water. She, too, was driven by the allure of the legendary siren, hoping to claim her favor.
As the two mermaids descended through the fathomless depths, Nill and Ori found themselves suspended in their respective wombs. The soft, pulsing walls enveloped them, providing a strange sense of comfort and isolation. The darkness was broken only by the faint glow of bioluminescent plankton, casting an ethereal glow on their surroundings.
Nill marveled at the intricate workings of the mermaid's digestive system. He watched in awe as her stomach muscles contracted and relaxed, propelling him gently towards her gullet. Ori, on the other hand, felt a growing sense of unease. He struggled against the walls of Scyllia's maw, but his efforts were futile.
As their journey continued, Nill and Ori wondered what fate awaited them. Would they find the legendary siren?
Ori had a strange moment to speak to Scylla who seemed curious about his past he struggled to remember a time when it was normal he spent a lot of his time trying to brain anyone who came close to him, there was just no trust he threw his shell in the air thinking back to the memories and the absolute havoc of the lower world and the hell bull. he gripped his shell, Scylla do you know what a spade is? she seemed to huff, something the humans use instead of just digging a grave... Ori looked up at the sky... choking the air or you could aim it at a guy with a passport if you where blindly looking for one. Scylla seemed to huff... is there something you need to tell me? nothing a few suspicious deaths wont explain.. he was begging to see where in this place the experiment was happening it was those who had a family with a military background that believed they held the ability to walk in on others lives un checked and this time kill an innocent man pushing a war further forwards...it would be interesting to revisit some places and see if the military had a hand in any of the strange cultures... then again what good did knowing ahead of time do they would do their best to cover it up..
Nill thought it was a good idea to put Rhianna in charge of the sector of land illegally sized with her finances it may be possible if she was able to connect with the right people, they did not recognise the uk boundary for a country so then it means someone with a bit more finical and contact muscle needs to hold that line of country... snatching half a country is crazy, it was utter madness the price for the company in the area could easily be bought by someone with her resources.
as Juan was sat there on the ship watching a large jelly maid swim by he was tapping his finger on the rail in a repeating motion watching the creatures move around in their excitable state, some dead some dying some attempting to thrive he looked out into the fleshy walls all he was mostly able to picture the stains as he started a beat that echoed distantly against the sound chambers along the rail of the ship, she was right there was something I was supposed to learn from them... the tribal boy near by flipped his canoe over and started to do the same.. juan had a burning question in his mind for the tribal boy, who simply mentioned a well again. and kept playing on the underside of his canoe to him it was all pretty self explanatory. slamming his hand on the underside of his boat.. we invent drums and they use them against us... Juan was fuming but he imagined people way angrier who had this as their only way of life and income to have it used against them time and time again, juan felt more like an oddity some spoiled family thought they had the freedom to dissect and harvest for their own means his hand slammed on the rail. before he saw nill climbing up the rope he looked down at him feeling a bizarre familiarity as he jumped the rail and looked at him, since Nill had died he knew exactly who he was once he had learned how to look back on the world and see what became of it, Juan knew him as the skeleton shrimp who was killed in such brutal fashion, imagining him as some sort of hallucination or vapour from the shark banes belly, he went to wave him off until he felt solid flesh he frowned at him clenching his fist. 'you always found the strangest rituals' Juan said 'why am i not surprised to see you alive again...?' Nill shrugged heaven came under attack form a lot of old men... i wouldn't mind getting them back for it but it seems shooting them down from heaven is not fast enough. it seems to be coming from the Americas and the haunted school so i figured maybe I need to be down here.. since they like to build up walls and screw people from behind them. the next step seems to be to break their walls and expose them. divided lands is what was causing anarchy people forgetting what was what and who was who... Nill stared back over the railing looking at the fish... they where gathering into a certain part of the stomach, this was going to be a disaster from his perspective not only that he looked back up why would they all want to be swimming above an acid pool, this was the most damaging behaviour he had ever seen, they all looked like sitting ducks.
the radio on the boat crackled to life as plans for a new star sector where being erected he rolled his eyes, he had already been told ahead of time the second wave of genocidal maniacs where listening and actively looking to destroy these people. they where all due to move into a star sector in the north of the city... you have got to be joking... everybody looked to be leaning towards the wrong way. this was totally insane essentially modernisation was the enemy, as the question was still going in many places of the world outside of a small garden and patio the blind continued to rip ground to pieces inherit curses and haunted grounds, have people go missing for unknown reasons not just that people liked to have variety not the same thing everyday not the same road the same street the same food the same town the same number the same day. that was a good way to go mad Nill kept watching and thinking until the reports came back... he looked as Juan looked at the paper with a grimace, a trick? Juan said scrunching the page and slamming it an agitation.. unless he learned to... what are the chances none of them even liked Europeans when i was there.. they where still separated.. Juan scrunched up the paper, its bait... just bait... he looked at the writing on the page. he realized if it was true then it was the old mans fault not his, he did not understand why he had to pay such a hellish price for someone he hated for the same reason as the perpetrator if not more. to understand this he would have to go back the one woman who back stabbed him is the one who made all of this possible, by breaking into the house she condemned everyone she pushed into the line of sight. in other words she was set on murder as soon as she acted. Nill thought about these discoveries it was interesting how a legacy could carry on for so long, over essentially nothing.. 'regardless' Juan thought 'if id have known he would turn into such a road block I would have tossed him overboard and taken the boat back myself...' they are mostly traitors... he continued to watch the monitor of green pile up... there was a limited time he supposed before sense was broken... he went all the way back into the house, 'its her birthday but i don't think its a good idea after all time had moved on right bro?' 'nah bro- shed love it just go check her board-' 'you mean in her locked room?' 'its not locked' 'how do you know that?' 'i bet somethings happened and she would be glad for it just go in'... 'fuck... its not worth it' 'don't be a pussy' 'famous last words' 'remember when the light was on but no one was there'... 'we did the weeding but there was nothing to be done about the smashed car in the yard turns out it was the asshole next door the entire time'... I have a bad feeling about that room now..' Nill shook his head the words 'to be devoured' where on his soul one angel hissed, it wont break what the hell kind of thing is this? another angel frowned trying to break it giving himself a migraine in the process spilling over old books. when Nill finally woke up he wondered about it and wondered and wondered. Juan signaled something coming from Rhianna if it was listen to clearly, he was not sure if it was true or false but it sounded highly irregular. someone is intercepting us already the ocean noise has become much louder since the military decided to run their automated tests. how am I supposed to fix something on my soul? Nill wondered... he pushed his way into the room and he was looking at a 300ft surf board walls that climbed into infinity and a slamming door behind him with lots of jeering, he was not going to be able to get a look at the board while it was like that facing a wall, he sighed maybe he'd best find a way back under the door and forget about the entire wall thing... he heard a loud crash and the floor shook as he spun his head in shock she is not... supposed to be here... that is not how this works.. her angle was different her fingers drummed an aggressive get lost beat and she had an air of mocking about her as she flicked her long hair over her shoulders. Nill frowned her voice battered around the room, 'I don't need any man... he called me a f+++ing pig ill chase him down and castrate him' 'to be devoured' echoed in Nills mind, perhaps she devoured someone and that's how that's what made her unique that's why she doesn't need any man, they are already coursing though her veins.. after she ate them... all their powers are still in her body. Im going surfing he heard, as she stamped towards him he had to move out of her footfalls.. as he looked up he could not help but wonder if a second ring would help... she grabbed the surfboard weighing millions of tones blinking idoly and looking though him then tapped a few things on her phone before exiting he had to go as she moved or he would risk being locked in her room, if she found him assuming he was some sort of spy she could very well crush him into nothing. she locked the door and left leaving a stream of a fresh scent in the air vanishing down the stairs with earth quakes. I think I'm getting better Nill sighed before wobbling from the after effects and getting blurred vision he fell back into shadows, the drum beat started again 'grabs mask' old man comes back with his horns and a pen looking with a questioning look, now he is walking with a stick one hand and one foot, a whole new meaning to one foot in the grave he laughs to bite the hand the feeds he laughs. it is clear the old man went insane from the pain a long time ago there is not a single thing that can be seen as humor here. its all hatred. how could you laugh after that... his grin remained like he was being puppeted or like he needed this deal to return to the world of the living... nill had no idea why so many wanted to go back there... he would be returned to forced labor in the world of the living... he sighed.. the man laughs because in his perspective Nill was left to the hyaena tribe, they kill all their prey and no man leaves alive. Nill is in a state between life and death so in a way he may be able to survive the tribe. Nill sighs and walks away the bizarre man only adding to the complex problem he hears a loud psst to which he turns around try Letitia Michelle... Nill frowns now this is getting weird how do you know... he turns but the voice is gone... this is getting real weird... as he saw what happened could that have represented the continent... the same year as me but with the same name... he looks up... when the experience ends he is still on the boat while juan looks at him he is ready to talk about the way that he died... Nill sighs not wanting to get too caught up in death as he looks up. how is it an unconscious mind can tell the present and the future.. juan still has nightmares about the sounds he heard coming from the room, Jovan shrugs seeing himself as lucky for still having a spirit body its painful but being real dead probably sucks much more than that. as far as juan sees it he is real dead... he passes his sword though him and nill catches it with the root, see Juan says that is not normal.. Nill huffs already I am missing her... how long does it take to retake a county... Juan reminds him it has only been a little while since the arrow incident. to nill it feels like years, i don't know how they do it, I'm getting migraines already on how we plan to get this country back...
as jovan awoke he listened to Juans radio and was steaming mad, it was about the gold after all as his country was being screwed, he ground his fist this is because of fucking America it was their plan from the fucking start, this was more than about a divorce or honor or anything this was the single most sickening thing he could ever think of and he knew it came from shrinking technology, he could already hear the bongo drums at the end of this. what are the chances the county is from the place as the company that was active around the time of his mysterious demise. he would need someone who is expert in blood to fix this situation, he was not sure who the owner of that company was but letting them in to begin with to destroy sacred areas was a joke, they cant honestly be so foolish enough to trust these people they come in to survey and instantly destroy a sacred area they are telling you who they are to begin with.. there is no way you can trust that, are they truly unable to defend themselves? Jovan realized it was up to the people who had been here to try and form a force to protect themselves from being used like this. he also knew now if he did not make good on his promise the war angel with her powers could make everything much more terrible. it was like she was dangling a civilization over her mouth, as he saw her smile widen he realized evil had begun to seep into her mind deeply. if he could not get her to see reason they would all end up as history in the depths of her body and they would not be remembered. she might not even remember them it seemed like she was fully sold on causing real damage if she did not get what she wanted, she was not kidding she would probably eat all of them. and it was out of revenge, peguin island had an eruption of gold from the arctic mountains and there was no prospecting there, this was clearly a personal attack from an unhinged or enraged mind manipulating the powerful to their bidding. did he risk the wrath of all the giantesses who knew the secrets or should he stand up for himself? when they take over sooner or later he would be caught and devoured it depended on weather he would be running away from one or towards one. he hated being in this position
the raidio crackled again in light of important information, the fugitive of the cult of the lamb is not the same man who has polish origins, nor is he the American ripper/ terrorist. or the Italian who used to be nicknamed 'gringo' they all appear to be separate people who may have ended up in similar positions they all have similar descriptions, or it may be a trap set by one intelligent highly dangerous individual. we recommend staying within your known family at this time to avoid worsening the tensions, people are being killed for being in the wrong places.
as he listened he begun to hear hints of who could be responsible for such a thing as he knew the woman... the rancher who would not leave ever and even responded with murder had probably done something to the king of the country in order to get her way. her way was just violence she would tell you there is a fair reason most of her followers end up fighting and dying in intense military like drills that they did not sign up for but the truth was she was a monster of endless cruelty. girts to others intended to hurt the former all done in deadly bundles, it was then that Jovan noticed the president claim his uncle died in sharks bane territory, that he saw the tribal boy stop beating the drum beat on his boat and look up in confusion. what did that mean for the sharks banes territory... it seemed very important his uncle was devoured? what did that mean for them and why would he reveal such a thing, he knew that the evil woman seemed intent on locking him in and eating him when he was alive, was she some kind of fanatic some kind of obsessed with a secret history to remake a line. he had taken her for some sort of village monster but now he was seeing she was more of an American weapon, he could not understand why the president chose to announce that fact it was as though he was trying to rebalance or upset things. he could have stayed quiet and said nothing.. why would he say that unless he was terrified of the new rising powers... he would like to imagine a world where everything worked smoothly... where there was a secret plan but he knew better, he knew his monsters. he was usually the last to act so he knew his monsters. his best bet was the war angel the sharks bane and the beings he had bult up a relationship with. with an alliance they could overthrow monsters. Juan also thought about the destruction of the place his blood was from his hopes to return had been broken along time ago but now they where being obliterated. he felt numb, sick and furious. he scanned for whoever did this what he saw was village idiots fuckers from the town in their side of the country. he glared at the boy from papa new Guinea grabbing him, 'play the fucking instrument before they all die' juan grabbed his spine with the tips of his gauntlet. play or ill sever it from section 6 upwards. the boy recognizing the overwhelming evil plaguing Juan and the other mans land began to play out a song 'I'm not making any promises she doesn't always do exactly what i say'... he began, Nill was worried reopening this could drive her to make things worse and take the 'hand' off also in this situation. but her teeth where already in so deep in this situation. she was responsible for breaking into his house she should be the one to pay for it. if there was a military court for use of hacking she would be fixing everything! and her side companies shut down! juan had left a hand shaped scar on the boys back but he started to play. there was once a boy who had a career from a far away land, they played ran around shouted argued he refused to get dressed properly hiding where her hand could not reach him he gave her a work out and she was part of the family. they screamed when they got stuff wrong and laughed when they got stuff right. then the devil came home saying she took his money, she had to leave in tears, don't worry he said ill get a new carer, that's exactly what happened it took longer to bond this time she was not like the last, eventually the devil came home with more beatings, she could not stand to watch and left in tears, don't worry he said ill find a new one, harder to bond now the same thing happened, the walls begin to feel familiar as they come and they go, eventually even the walls are unfamiliar as the devil is never comfortable in one house. nothing becomes comfortable soon no words can come out and the boy is old enough to not need any one to look out for him. his attachment is as a bone dagger made of his predecessor it is not conventional he fights instead of playing kiss chase, he grows with no dates though he feels the breaking inside gives up on ever feeling right, he is damaged, and grows up that way, the devil sees him and walks with him he has not changes his ways at all. he finally tells him to shut up and walks away from him, years later he gets his life together even begins to feel what it is to know love and attraction, the devil comes back screaming he is terminal, the man forgets about love this is something he must see, if he turns back into a man in his last moments and then the results, he has never been terminal and the grin of the devil.. the man is pushed slightly to insanity, one hand heals another I'm looking for your brother. pushing the demon back in his gown the man leaves, traumatized and looking for any escape to forget that face, even if it kills me ill never be happy, in the hopes it might wound him like he wounded me, 'how's your brother' of course there is a work around a way for him to escape what he is and what he's done. no way to end the searing pain emotionally disfigured... until he finds the shells ill bring them back to her maybe she could sell me back some happiness he places them on the table and she takes her pick, that brought him joy for such a small action until they started to have a strange reaction... they started to march across the table like some sort of fable.. they are alive... they have sparkling eyes and green armor now he must try his best to keep them alive... fetching sea water again and again... this was not at all the plan when he intended to get a gift.. he takes them to see the ocean at the edge of a cliff they aren't looking that way they are looking behind him he turns and sees eyes that resemble every carer that had to leave, then he hears a violent turbulence from the ocean he turns to see a rising head shoot up from the waves a head that keeps on rising and leans back with a stretch and a yawn into the sky sharks and whales breach from her mouth a kraken wouldn't be a surprise as gallons and gallons pour out like a Spanish sinking galleon into the back of her throat she rubs her eye she is not even awake fully and his eyes are jarred open. she smacks her lips eying the creatures in his care they are a delacy where she is from she sings in a siren voice, she looks back up drinking in his body and licking her lips i told you i could eat you whole she laughs in the depths of her throat. it sends him back to when he was a kid and the carer told him just the same, now it carries a totally different sort of weight as does her voice as her heavy tongue circles her mouth coating her plush lips and giving her teeth a new sheen. she nods her head gesturing him to get inside, he looks down and she is completely bare her tapering body skin and musculature flexing out into the vastness of the ocean. he stares into the yawning chasm of her throat that rings pulses and curves back into a drop of dark longer than 800m, he takes a few steps back and her cheeks flush red when she realizes what he is doing, she places one hand on her breast he bolts forwards and takes a leap off the cliff the lining shells fly through the sky and vanish in to her maw then he lands on her lip before she can catch him with her tongue he slips off and plummets towards the sea, he falls at such a speed he knows when he lands the ocean will appear to bleed...
Juan thought back to his life before before he started on his own way what caused everything to go this way, it felt most natural breaking people and feeding them to the mermaid he thought back and noticed he was unhinged but he was misinformed... to target anyone and everyone he should have been more selective, he supposed after the massacres he had forgotten who was good and who was evil, it did not matter so much any more... now he had a new reason, he had problems in his life that needed fixing, an abusive family had taken much of his technology for their own uses, specifically Oris uncle, and the devil. the others where pretty much playing catch with destiny, then there was a man who was the most abusive member of the forces ever to live. the best way to banish them was to smash the glass of their glasses into their eyes and a burning flat with baby oil and a lot of baby powder that meant he had no leg to stand on in the light of the super hero he was pretending to be irrationally, with the devil it was a black bag and a kidnapping and corrugated metal shredding a limb to pieces. then there was all the grass that grew endlessly for 5 dollars a day. all of this seems to vanish in the truth the woman holding her hand out knew what she was saying she was mocking someone she thought was going to die currently whilst gaining sexual pleasure from it. it was a poison directed at a suffering individual, with the intent to cause some sort of brain damage. when it comes to revenge sometimes it must be taken, in some cultures to look at someone in a funeral at the right time is a death sentence, if you do not respond to the threat you could very well die. in some cases you have no choice. that is something someone who would stay away from the truth of everything would never realize, and by walking into the situation and interrupting they also may become subject to the vengeance. he looked at what was in scripted... and he sighed, so this would effect the entire royal family... a lot of the angels the president and one of her main contributors as well as the men he is dealing with... this was like a bomb of an inscription... all those people who could be injured from it. Juan could never see himself as evil in the times he worked to dismantle such deadly inscriptions, but he did regret what happened when a monster broke free of one and it was not worth the trade off... the monster in his mind being the extinction of a people.
nill sat there in contemplation of all the curses and the fear of being devoured he had forgotten one thing like a brick through a glass coffin that hit him in the head she had kissed him, he rubbed his head in pain... he did not know many people who kiss their food... he looked at some of the things people where doing on Juans system, are you sure you can afford it was an understatement...