The Brother
Chapter 4, Immortal’s history:
The Past - Near to the present
A Long Talk with Mom
After having a long discussion with dad about his previous job, mom started to talk about her past as it was her turn to talk. Now it’s going to be her turn to speak about the Immortals. It’s about their origin and history between the Divergent of Immortals and the Traitors of Immortals in the Days of Lior.
“Aruja, the day your father was trying to undo what he did, I tried to warn him to stay out of our business—” said mom, as she was lecturing to Cherkha, not facing him but at me instead before she was interrupted.
“Oh c’mon honey,” Cherkha nagged at Anita, my mom, as he twirled his hands over each other constantly, and shook his head at her. “You were outnumbered by your own people—not the Traitors of Immortals, but I was just trying to help.”
“No you weren’t. You were in our way—”
I believed this was my first time seeing my parents arguing against each other in front me.
“Mom!…Dad!” I tried to gain their attention. They continued to fuss and argue until I raised my voice at them. “MOM! DAD!”
The both of them shut their voices and looked at me.
“The both of you need to let go of your past. I understand that you two had the same goal of eliminating the same target; however, can we get on with the story that I need to hear first before I go back to Tyrenkia? You two can fuss later, but I am more important at this moment.” This sure did give them the attention as I yelled at them.
Gee, talk about my family. I had never seen mom and dad like this for the first time. Have they always been like this behind my back whenever they were on a mission? I hope not…
“Anyway, can you tell me what are Immortals, mom. You know a lot about these people. You have never told me about your side of the family since I want to know more about them. Can you tell me more about yourself?”
Mom sighed from her dissatisfactio n about her past. Then she said, “I will tell you who were your uncles, cousins, aunts, super great grandparents, and more. But first, you must know the origin of the Immortals,” as she putted her hand on my knee, her face was full of concern.
“In the days of Lior, like in the story that I told to your father about our Holy Scriptures, my super great grandfather’s name was Vorshael. He was the decedent of Lior, the youngest son in the family. He was chosen to be King in the land of our Eden. Lior was the first Tyrenkian being who ruled the land with peace, prosperity, and a loyal servant of God. All of the animals bow to him as he was the ruler of Mother Nature. Abanagul, the oldest son in the family, was a mighty warrior—full of strength, full of courage, and full of heart. He loved his father so dearly until he became jealous of his youngest brother in the family, Vorshael. Do you remember what happen and what caused Abanagul to turn away against God?” she replied.
“He couldn’t become the King of Mother Nature because of his pride, jealousy, and bitterness over lesser men. He was being influenced by the Devil himself.”
“That is correct. In the translated versions of our Holy Bible in the modern day translation, the writer who wrote the Book of Kigéosï didn’t want to add the full description about the war. God has his reasons why we shouldn’t know it because if He allowed it, they will all end up like your father—”
“Hey—” as father complained as he protest.
“Dad, shush!” as I silent my father before he gave us a grumpy, mumbling, quiet sound like a brat. Then I turned to mom. “Go on mom. Please, continue…”
“In the Days of Lior, Abanagul killed his entire family—brothers, sisters, his wife and kids, and including his father, Lior. The last brother that he saves for the last to kill was Vorshael. Your grandmother, who was my mother, the one you haven’t met in your entire life, told me the details about Vorshael. He tortured him for his levels of flavor on jealousy before he decapitated Vorshael’s head. Abanagul was a madman for power. He was too influence by Lucifer who promised him for power to which he did gave it to him in order to control all of Tyrenkia. Lucifer, who landed on our planet, built a flying empire in the South Pole, waiting to forge his army to strike against God once more. Abanagul, who killed Vorshael, our super great grandfather, took the thrown as he hunted down his entire bloodline. Vorshael, who God promised him to gain the thrown of peace, promised that his bloodline would be secured from evil. From this day, I came from that bloodline to which He has prophesized about you, Aruja. What the Lord meant about saving our bloodline was to save you. You are one the chosen one who will defend this world before the coming of judgment day. God chose you because He knew that our bloodline would demolish evil for good. It is not predestined that chooses us, but it is our freewill that we choose to which where we are predestined on our own will. I chose that will—the will to save all creation under God. This is why you will become the Angel of Wrath. You will judge the people of Abanagul, find their crimes, and cast them to the Lord before due process.”
“Wow…that’s some history you got there. I remember you always read that Holy Bible to me when I was only seven, telling the first book me about the days of Lior. However, you have never told me about this one with details in it. Just one question: were you there in those times?” I’d asked.
“No. My mother did. She had seven husbands since all of them died after another. I am the youngest one in the family. She told me about this when I was a child. My mother, who was a survivor in the Days of Lior, told me about ‘her’ mother, who is your great grandmother from my side, said that she was about 7000 years old. Before her, there was Uriel. I don’t know how old is Uriel, but I cannot confirm is he is still around today. Before there was Uriel, there was Vorshael. This is how I know this story that was past down from generations to generations. The sons and daughters of Vorshael are still out there. It’s either they forgot who they were, where they come from, or they were either brainwashed by Abanagul.”
“So wait, Abanagul is still alive? I thought he was dead? In the story of Kigéosï, wasn’t he was killed in the war?”
“Yes, he was. However, it was Lucifer who rebuilds his body in his image to rule this world by doing his bidding. Abanagul is very much alive. If you want to know more, I can tell you about the war to which my mother have spoken about.”
I drew in closer, like a child who was about to watch the season finale, imagining myself in a campfire, pretending that I was eating my popcorn as my eyes were boggling out, and crisscrossing over my legs to listen the best part of the story.
Then mother spoke, “before Abanagul became king, there was the war. The War of Lior lasted for a hundred years as we grew weary from it. God wanted to end this war between Lucifer and Him for once and for all. He wants start over with us as a family. Lucifer, to which your father had discovered the ancient ruins in the South Pole, the remaining of his empire, my people and God’s angels sealed him away for good. It was an empire that was built like a flying fortress, levitating like a giant saucer above in the City of Doom. Your father, who took a picture in 2930, took one of the flying saucer during in his time. However, it was a smaller one that was as big as his entire flight team. Their plans were to invade this planet once more by using all of Tyrenkian species to go against God. Abanagul, who is no longer a Tyrenkian being, sold his soul to Lucifer when he died in the battle. All that was left of him was the empty shell of his body. The soul is no longer sustaining within the body. The person who is in control of Abanagul’s body, is a servant to Lord Abaddon, the Demon of Gates and Portals, ruler of the abyss.”
“So he did died. That’s what I meant,” as I chuckled at her.
“Well, yes he did. The only thing that remains is his body. Abanagul’s plan is to find the six rings that were hidden by my people, the Traitors of Immortals. We were successful to lock the six lord demons away as we separated them around the globe and one on the moon, Alios.”
“Alios? That alien planet? How did you guys manage to do that?”
“We infiltrated Lucifer’s lair and send one of the demons on Alios as we sealed away…permanently.”
“Dang…that must be hard to do. I bet a lot of people have died from carrying out that mission.”
“Yes indeed. Lucifer’s reason why he chose this planet was because it was similarity to Earth—the human world. He knew about God’s heart and so, he had stolen God’s technology in order for him to be as powerful as God. The technology that he had stolen was a Bruewn Stone. It is God’s power, His living soul; His very existence; His weapon of knowledge. This explains how he could manage to build that flying empire of his in the South Pole of Analitatica. His plans were to turn all Tyrenkian species into freaks. By turning them into a freak, there came the Immortals. That’s their origin.”
“Our origin, you say? So we were stolen by Lucifer since we were once on God’s side?”
“Yes. Lucifer stole us from God. Our super great grandfather, Uriel, was kidnapped when he was a child. Abanagul turned him into a freak by killing him first, making his body into an empty shell for a demon to live on. However, the process wasn’t complete. Uriel’s people came for him since they too, have the same incident like Uriel. The freak that Abanagul wants everyone to be is in the image of Lucifer by force. The Demon of Abanagul, who suddenly we thought was dead, is still around. We don’t know his fake identity; however, we know that his real name is Abanagul, son of Lior, servant of the Six Demon Lords.”
Now I understand. Lucifer created the Immortals long ages ago. My people were forced to be like him. God chose Vorshael and his descendent to save this world to restore good along with His side. And since God chose Vorshael, I guess I would take him as the Traitors of the Immortals because he betrayed Lucifer. If we are the traitors of Lucifer, then we are the good guys. Thank God, this became clear to me. If I am in the family of Uriel, then I should speak to him. You know what…I think should asked mom about that if he is still alive or not.
“That’s some awesome history you got there mom. I am fawned of you. Now I clearly understand about your past when I saw your life in some kind of a video clip that flashes out of us when we hugged. Thanks to God and His place, he gives us telepathy to understand each other. Now, one more question: Is Uriel alive or dead?”
“I don’t know,” mom said as she shrugged her shoulders while shaking her head slowly. “I don’t know.”
Hmm, interesting. Maybe I might have to find that out for myself.
“Oh, never mind. I guess super gramps here must be really old then…”
“He is; however, he would look very young since he is one of the oldest living thing that is as nearly as old as Abanagul. And we ought to know that all Tyrenkian beings are suppose to live 250 years old at the max, we, Immortals, don’t know when to grow old.” Then she paused for a moment. “Oh, I forgot to tell you about the tribes of Immortals. There are three types of tribes: Moondanians, Nomanians, and Yareinians—”
“Three tribes?” as I interrupted. “What tribe am I? What are they?”
“You and I are Moondanians. We are finite creatures with finite powers. Moondanians have the appearance like a Tyrenkian being; however, what makes us different from them is that we have superpowers. In the Moondanian Clan, there are 3 types of powers that you are born with. The types of power are broken down into 9 classes. The first type powers in three classes are Somatic, Virtuoso, and Intercore. Somatic means body, which deals with healing, physical appearances, and blood type color. They hold these types of power as a Somatic being. Sometimes, some Somatic beings may look like animals that are being mistaken as a Nomanian. That I will tell you later about after going through with these classes. Now, where were we. Ah yes…I remember. The Virtuoso class deals with projectile objects that come from within their body like spitting acid, spitting poison, and anything that is biological projectile. The Intercore class deals with the power of shape shifting—it’s either animal, thing, or people. They can only shape shift to their size only—nothing beyond than that.”
Then mom took a sip of her tea that was set from the beginning of our conversation. I was lost in her conversation about the deep details about the Immortals that I didn’t really ask for.
“Do I really have to know these classes and types of power mom? All I asked was what tribe was I and what are they. I don’t need to know all that much in detail.”
“Oh my goodness, I talk too much. My apologies. Well, we are Moondanians. I will skip about the classes and types then; however, I need to warn you about Nomanians. They are beasts with no mind or soul. They are a living shell—huge, big, strong, and deadly. Their goal is to destroy, to devoir, and to kill anybody on sight that shows a sign of life. They were a cousin of us that was lost and kidnapped during the War of Lior. Only a few could manage to have the power of a god until God’s angels and the Traitors of Immortals killed most of them to the very point of extinction. Traitors like us, worship the God who created the universe. We are the traitors of Lucifer because he made us by force. We rebel against Lucifer and I’d say about 1/3 of the population betrayed him. He had stolen God’s technology to destroy all of creation since this planet was the perfect spot for him to attack. Earth was once a perfect spot; however, it failed because God overpowered him. He was a weakling that didn’t have any telepathic powers at all—not until now after he stole something from Heaven and above. The reason why God wants you to hear this from us is because of the prophecy. The people, who spoke about your coming and your arrival, have spread the word throughout the world. Your name comes from the descendent of Vorshael in the many generation to which you will judge the people who worships the devil. This is why Abanagul is hunting every traitors to seal you away for good.”
To seal me away? Lucky for me, I am dead. Then I took a deep a breath as I noticed that she was done talking. My goal is simple: save the world…and you will save all creations throughout in all universes. “So I guess God wants me to save his creations then?”
“Yes,” mom nodded.
“So my target is to find Abanagul?”
“Yes.”
“And how would I do that if it is so hard for you guys to find him?”
“I found some information in the government system from the two most powerful countries in the world: The United Republic of Federation and the Confederate Kingdoms of Eglas. If I were you, pretend you are like dad who never stops on his research until you find the culprit—which he didn’t find it all.”
“Can’t you stop picking on me Anita?” said dad as he nagged back.
“Quiet dad.”
“Humph!” as dad grumbled as he crosses his arms.
By thinking so hard about it like a detective, I was starting to see the picture a lot clearer than just a flash of ‘life-pictures’ that splashes into your face. Hmm, how should I find my culprit. Well, duh…I should’ve known. Being the Angel of Wrath is the answer right there in front of my eyes—my superpowers. I would use it to my advantage to find that culprit.
“Well, this is my story. The rest lies with my people. They will tell you more. I am just a servant of my mother, an assassin to protect the people who had been persecuted by the Divergent for so long. I’ve waited to see this day coming. My son, be careful of Abanagul and his people. Don’t let them notice that you have arrived back from the dead.” Then she touches me as I saw some concern upon her face with tears.
“Don’t worry…I’ll do my best to make you happy along with the Lord.”
Then she chuckled at me as she faked her smile, trying so hard to hide her concern.
“May God be with you, my sweet Jay. May God be with you…”
End…