Mythos of Azernos (Poetics 1)

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Warning: Content may be graphic for younger readers, discretion is strongly advised

Inspiration: The sometimes absurd, outlandish, crazy; yet vastly entertaining Greek/Roman Mythologies of the ancient world.

 

Poetics 1 (Excerpt from Mythos of Azernos)

“Captain, we’ve lost the citadel!”

“We must pull back, we’ve soon to lose the entire city!”

As the crisscrossing Athenian soldiers spun around to face the new threat from behind them, they soon thereafter faced their death as a huge eruption exploded right in front of them.

An unseen bomb had fallen through the night sky from a gliding airship above. It had landed with a devastating blow to all the soldiers and innocent bystanders still amidst the City of Athens.

This sprawling ancient city was slowly beginning to become overrun by technological weapons and the humans from high-above; the Heaven-bound humans, as they had been labeled so long ago. As such, the Earth-bound humans were no match for their opposition.

Yet unbeknownst to either side of this deathly war; the gods and goddesses were also fighting throughout the battlefield amongst their mortal counterparts.

A few thousand yards behind the now two deceased Athenian soldiers; was Goddess of Opportunity and Prosperity – otherwise known as Change.

She had transformed herself into a mortal man. As strange as this transformation had been, Change had disguised herself well enough – for no mortal eyes could ever see her true form.

She had moved upon the battlefield in this disguise for quite some time, as she made her rounds in protecting any such soldier who was unfairly outnumbered; comforting any such souls who were to pass onto their eternal slumber; and guiding those who yet still had a fighting chance to survive in this lifetime. Unfortunately for her though, her ruse wouldn’t last for much longer.

For truth be told, she was not the only immortal upon this field of drylands and dead bodies.

For opposing her at this very moment, was both War and Death. War was God of Discarded Life. He was a god worth a million tales and feared by many mortals and immortals alike. Having seen every battle conceivable to man and woman; he had plagued the lives of so many innocent souls throughout the eons. But perhaps the most disheartening actor to come onto the scene of this newfound and unfolding situation, was that of Death. Death was the Goddess of Tainted Souls; for she was precise in her extraction of any mortal life. Though she feigned a false sense of sorrow, once she had her prey within her grasp, Death was as wicked and mischievous as any god or goddess. She never left any opportunity open for Change to intercept her actions; for Change and Death were sworn enemies.

“Well, well, well – it appears the lonely Goddess has come out to play now?” Death stared curiously at Change as she spoke these haunting words with relative ease and comfort.

Change, not one to buckle down from mere emotions, slowly begun to revert back into her true form. All the while, Change had grasped her Spartan’s sword tightly in her right hand and tightened the hold on her Aspis shield in her left hand. “You think your words have any meaning to me? You’re a fallen Goddess; Death. You live amongst the darker side of Utopira now. Nothing you say or do will ever matter to me anymore!”

Change was getting heated up, as she felt her immortal blood boil for just a mere second.

War remained silent as he readied his large battle ax. Yet he did begin to walk towards Change as he grunted shortly with unknown displeasure.

But as the God of Discarded Life came ever the closer to Change; something was different about him now. War now slowly bellowed out in full-rage as he began to rush towards Change ever-the-faster. Change, not one to be clumsy; was quick on her feet as she leaped out of War’s way just in time to counter-strike War’s bulky head-on attack.

Spinning around with ease, Change agilely leaped at War and struck him right in his left shoulder blade. Temporary anger seeped through Change’s face as she glared at War with a knowing stare. Change knew War was the reason Death had left the ranks of the holier gods and goddesses.

Change could hear a deep guttural laughter build up within War’s mighty chest, as he laughed at Change’s seemingly foolish endeavors to ward off their advances on her.

“You’ll never learn Change! You’ll never see the truth of our shared dilemma. We’re living through troubling days full of dangerous possibilities. Yet you have still not realized the truth of Judgment’s call!”

Change stuck her sword even deeper into War’s shoulder blade as War let out a deep roar of pain. Responding to War’s forward comment, Change glared daringly at the hefty man in disgust. “What gives you the right to change such a fate? Whatever Judgment rules as fair and morally right shall eventually come to pass!”

Before War could say anything in response, Death had glided silently behind Change and was about to stick in her a small sword drenched in godly poison.

But just before Death could make another move, an arrow came whirling from behind Death and Change; just as War had turned around to face the two goddesses.

The direct arrow was followed by an unknown voice. “Watch your back, Death was upon you.”

Change leaped airily out of the way as she had quickly caught sight of Death’s poisoned drenched sword. She just barely dodged her foe’s otherwise swift move; thanks to her unknown ally.

Turning her head to where the unknown voice had originated, she could see that it was Risk, God of Fortuity.

Raising his angled bow once more, Risk aimed it right for War’s head now.

Letting his arrow fly valiantly through the winds, Risk closed one eye as he watched his arrow jettison through the air. Nothing in all of godly life made Risk more at peace with himself than his bow and arrows. He was a hunter by nature, ever the willing and hungry to capture his prey; no matter what side they were on.

As this was going on, Death smiled shortly behind her veiled mask. The Goddess of Tainted Souls knew when it was time for her to take her leave from a scene. And as such;  a dark swirling portal appeared beneath her feet at this very moment. 

Falling deep within the confinements of The Unknown, Death had just as readily left the battlefield as she had entered it.

The arrow, which had been let loose from Risk’s bow, had hit War directly between the eyes.

Change thanked Risk sparingly as she spun around to see War bellowing out his infamous cry of battle.

Enraged by the unexpected turn of events; War caused a rippling affect of unyielding aggression and deathly recklessness to befall any mortal who’s ears could hear his calling.

Change, not leaving anything to chance, took Risk’s hand and began to run at inhuman speed as both goddess and god made their way far away from this battlefield.

They were moving at the speed of light almost. Change could easily ride the rippling currents of winds better than any god or goddess in existence. She had found comfort in knowing this truth. For if there was anything Change had learned, it was that she could never trust War to be sympathetic – not even to his fellow gods and goddesses.

****

As this had been going on; on the opposite end of the battlefield – where the City of Athens was now in shambles and torn into millions of pieces, there were two other gods facing off with each other.

They were rivals since the day they had been born. Bad immortal blood had run deeply between their families, and even through the ages; these two gods were a testament of that deadly rivalry that had fostered between their separate families.

“You think Love has any such feelings for you? You think she even cares that you’re still among our ranks? Ha! You’re more of a fool than I had originally thought.”

“Our relationship is of no concern to you Triumph. Though she may very well be your sister, she is the light of my life!”

Opposing one another, Triumph, God of Victory; and Passion, God of Livelihood, were at adds with one another.

“Failure as always; even though you try so valiantly – you’ll never be god-enough to protect her. I won’t allow it my young, foolish lovebird.”

Triumph was instigating Passion, trying to coax some sort of slip-up.

For Triumph, this was merely his way of preparing for his eventual victory. To make his opponent second-guess himself and to make him mentally weaker than humanly imaginable. 

But Passion was not one to be taken down so swiftly. He was a god not taken to provocation so easily. He had learned his lesson long, long ago during the War of the Immortals. The very same catalyst that had caused the wide chasm of hatred between Passion’s family and Triumph’s own to grow wider and wider with every passing century.

As Passion remained silent, he readied his hidden daggers. He glared at Triumph with a cold, and somewhat blank, stare.

All the while, Triumph brought forth his spear. A mighty weapon if any. Even Passion knew that his opponent was well-beyond his level of battle expertise.

But Passion had one thing Triumph would never understand fully. God of Livelihood knew all the secrets of life. He knew every weakness, and every strength, to his opponent. Even if his opponent happened to be his lover’s older brother.

Moving in an almost-hypnotic dance of battle, both Passion and Triumph were now slowly maneuvering around each other with hidden honor.

But just as readily as the two Gods were matched to fight, the sound of rain began to echo throughout the ruined city.

From high-above, came the low, yet booming, voice of Judgment.

“Lay down your weapons. Neither of you belong here amidst the battlefield on this day.”

Triumph looked the most displeased as he maintained his steely gaze at Passion while simultaneously speaking firmly to Judgment. “Judgment – this isn’t your battle to interrupt!”

Without even another moment’s notice, the sound of a loud thudding noise was apparent as a huge boulder had fallen seemingly out of nowhere.

It nearly took out Triumph’s head. Passion had flew out of the way quick-enough to avoid an otherwise catastrophic; yet temporary, godly-end.

“Turn back now, else I won’t miss next time.”

Triumph; grunting with massive disapproval, took his leave as he turned-tail and rushed out of the scene. Passion, looking onward at his escaping opponent, sighed in silent relief as he grunted in small displeasure himself. Passion was not always so foolish as to believe every situation looked promising. He could be just as level-headed as any of the other gods and goddesses if he tried hard enough. And today was one such day in which he knew better.

*****

Change and Risk had made their way far away from the City of Athens. Change had taken them to the east-end of The Alps. Yet she was not out of breathe, for the immortals had more energy than any mere mortal could ever wish to harness in his lifetime.

Glancing over her shoulder, Change sighed with small relief as Risk questioned Change’s actions.

“You were suppose to be at The Banquet tonight? Yet you chose to disobey Judgment’s order. What of his wife, Intuition? Did you not think of helping her likewise? Surely she would have welcomed your presence. You know better than anyone else that she’s temporarily sick; as gods and goddesses are want to do from time to time.”

Change scoffed lightly as she looked out to the distance now. “You can’t assume every time Intuition falls ill, that I’ll be at her beck-and-call. Anyways, Honesty and Hope are by her bedside.”

Risk looked somewhat suspiciously at Change as he questioned her motives. “Surely it was at your behest?”

Change closed her eyes and smiled slightly. “I’m the lone goddess for a reason. Wherever I’m needed here in the mortal world; I’ve no ties to bring me down. We’ve all our own parts to play, and you have yours certainly.”

Now Risk knew Change was speaking in double-meanings. There was something alluring about her, but also, something strange. Either way, Risk knew that Change never wasted her precious energy. She always had a rhyme for her reason.

Shrugging lightly now as he placed his arms over his head, Risk stared at Change as he begun to try and decipher what she was after.

“So, what was it that brought you down here anyways? You’ve yet to answer me directly.”

Change was quiet for a moment before responding in short. “Personal business, that’s as far as you’ll get with questioning me on this day.”

And with that, Change had left Risk’s presence in the blink of an eye. Risk was now alone.

But he knew what to do next. He also had personal business to attend to. A trio of special guests were waiting for him back in a different place; but not too far off from where he was standing at this very moment. He would be off to the City of Rome; and not a moment too soon either. For two other gods and a single goddess were awaiting his most pressing message. He certainly couldn’t waste anymore idle time; least of all on this night of nights…

 

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

 

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Music Monday! – Birth of a Mythos

Hey everyone; it’s time for another Music Monday! post. This is R.S. Noel here, and I felt inspired by recent philosophical thoughts of mine pertaining to the possible future of our world.

Though this year was full of important and memorable events for all, there seems to be something looming just over the metaphorical hilltop which makes this one a seemingly insignificant year.

This track is what inspired me tonight, on the eve of this weeks Music Monday! 

As per usual, I recommend listening to this track with headphones on, so you don’t disturb anyone around you, or in the same room as you. I suppose you could categorize this music as “epic orchestral”: (Click me to listen to soundtrack!)

Warning, what you are about to read may be graphic in intensity. Moreover, this is just a summarized piece of a book I’m writing entitled “Mythos of Azernos”. Please read at your own discretion.

Inspiration behind this work-in-progress: Greek/Roman Mythology, current global affairs, and an imagination as expansive as the universe itself.

I will begin without further delay:

 

A mythos as old as time itself, this is yet one which should never be told. Only during times of vast uncertainty and darkness does this tale make its presence known to our world.

This is a story of two mortal lovers separated by technological warfare; platoons of soldiers destined for death; a secret trio of two gods and a goddess moving in the guise of silence and darkness to attack at the perfect moment; and of the robotic dictator-like board of inhuman rulers who have the final say in the human lives they watch over.

Yet, this mythos is not just full of sorrow nor of gods and goddesses alone. It is not just a tale of the connection between the physical and spiritual world. Nor of hatred or of war, nor of the everimpeding doom the humans face in their very existence. And it is not even a tale of desperation. No, this is one of much more.

During times of war, of famine and famish, and of widespread death – our physical world is torn between what is right and what is conquered. It faces the dilemma of choosing the value of human life over that of machination and automation.

And so….it begins.

The wicked machine lifelessly and unknowingly plots alongside the sinister human tacticians whom rule over the lives of all who remain complacent with such twisted rules. Deception, Goddess of Intelligent Lies, directs these misguided intellects towards false destinies and deathly fates. She favors inquisitiveness and cleverness above all else, not saving even an ounce of sympathy for the fool-hearty or naive lover of life.

Opposing the Goddess of Intelligent Lies; is Honesty, Goddess of Naive Truth and Strength. She fights with a brave heart and protects any such mortal she deems worthy of a passionate battle. Honesty also holds the hands of all those who were lied to or left for Death‘s door. She, unlike Deception or Death, is one to give way towards forgiveness and happier days.

And as the war between the gods and goddesses in the spiritual world rages on; the physical world is yet one full of mortal misery and misfortune.

The wealthiest human beings, those belonging in the 1%, live in floating castle-like landscapes. Man-made structures which took centuries to build. Long ago, all humans were born onto the land they would eventual die on. But in this modern world, those who are fortunate enough can live their entire lives completely oblivious to the pains and ills of those below who’s only wish is to live comfortably enough to enjoy life’s most basic blessings.

Of course, these so-called “wealthy” individuals are nothing more than forced slaves. Forced to exist against their wishes; for they were not born from other humans. They were born from technologies which replaced the role of man and woman.

With technology, humans can create human life without the presence of man or woman. They can create a false community, full of lonely offsprings with no parents to love them. Society’s rules are upside-down; favoring the old and forgetting the young. Putting importance on those who have ailing health and discarding those who are healthy and able-bodied. Favoring those who are silent and studious; and casting aside those who show even an inkling of creativity or sympathy. Indeed, this reality was brought upon due to the lack of love and affection the older humans received when they were young themselves.

Yet how could they grow up normally? They too had no parents themselves; they were also born from machines and automations which replaced their otherwise natural parent’s roles.

Favoring the fearful, and hindering the bravest of brave souls; this reality has fractured the very equilibrium of human progression. Because truth be told; in this sickened reality; healthier human beings are seen as a liability. A threat to the very stability and structure of this intentionally weakened society. A reality which was calculatingly fostered about by the policymakers of this new world.

Yet far down-below, away from the strange oddities of the modern world, is a world plagued with other horrors. Natural nightmares.

Humans in the world-below are savages and unintelligent to the ways of science or mathematics. They are uncivilized and cruel. Taking whatever they so wish to, and having no regard for their rival cities, villages, and tribes. But unlike their counterparts living high-above in the material-like castles; these humans experience life as it should be.

These humans, down below in the midst of natural water and landscapes, may very well have a truer sense of community and a truer sense of love and affection. With the good, also comes along the bad and the ugly.

Such hostility and brute force has overshadowed any sense of protection or safety. Either way, they live lives full of truth and risk.

But like everything else in life, change is inevitable.

Change whispers amongst those belonging to the natural world below.

Change, the Goddess of Opportunity and Prosperity, embraces the deceased old man who has starved to death. She comforts and warms the soul of the woman who is bleeding out as she gives birth to her only hope worth living for. Change wraps her delicate and understanding arms around the lost children of an ancient city down below; as they rummage through the piles of old technologies and resources worth scavenging for. She delights the young man and young woman who have each other in this otherwise cold and desolate world. 

Change works alone.

Yet as day turns to night, Change sees her opposition clearly now.

As the sounds of discarded blasts and tainted gun-fire ring out, War and Death have begun their onslaught on the humans down below. War, God of Discarded Life, and Death, Goddess of Tainted Souls, begin their ultimate campaign for ruination.

Yet Change is amongst those soldiers who are missing an arm, a leg, a soul, or a heart. She reminds them during their passage to eternal slumber, that their life was yet one of great sacrifice. She reassures them that the future generations to come will prosper once again after this long and dreary drought of human progress.

Change hurriedly protects every man and woman who’s life hangs in the very balance of Judgement now. For Change knows all-too well that Judgment holds no bias.

For unlike Change, War, Death, or any of the other gods and goddesses – Judgement speaks the final word on every matter. Judgment is God of Ultimate Authority and Rule. He is the very leader of the gods and goddesses, watching closely on every action imaginable and exacting his powers upon those he deems evil beyond repair; or even those who are good beyond reason.

As the mortals and machines of the physical world fight for survival, and as this play of truth and lies wages on; the true beginning of this mythos yet unfolds on the most auspicious of days.

For a single mortal man and a single mortal woman, have come together in union to exchange words which have long since been forgotten about in this world and reality of devastation and death.

For Passion, God of Livelihood, and Love, Goddess of Faithfulness, have granted a rare gift upon their otherwise mortal baby. Indeed, Passion and Love brought together these two brave and determined mortal souls to foster forward one such son who is at the center of this sprawling and epic tale of cheer and woe. A hero amongst the greatest of heroes. He will be one who’s name shan’t be forgotten even through the passage of time itself. For his mythos; his very legacy; spans multiple tomes, crosses paths with many different lores, and intersects with countless epics.

A son born of true love, born of real passion. His heart and soul are brighter than any such star, than any raging flame or fire, and stronger than any man or machine. His life, infused with the sacred powers of a half-god, is one of an underdog story.

His name…..

Azernos.

 

Forever in Your Debt,

R.S. Noel

 

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