The Divine Energy

[Nox]

The Divine Energy

Epilogue

“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!”
-William Wordsworth, The World is too Much With Us

“Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.”
-William Butler Yeats, The Second Coming

“Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'.”
-Bob Dylan, The Times They Are-A-Changin’

Chapter 1

Let me tell you a story . . .

A story about how the world is and why it is like it is, a story that spans human evolution. A story that explains our cause and is always in the making from the beginning.

It all began in 2999 Anno Domini, an ancient time for us, when our primitive ancestors began a nuclear war that killed 6 billion souls and only left 5 million to stay underground and struggle for another millennium. They waited until the Earth would absorb their man-made radiation and become Earth once again. Little did they know, what little radiation that was left over helped with the recovery of civilization.

Humans now possessed something they largely though of as a myth: magic. Call it God-given, or just a fluke of evolution, it allowed civilization to rise to a modern age. Natural selection chose those with powers, and our present race of humans, the Homo Magi Sapian, came to be. Five million souls multiplied to ten billion within the span of 50 to 100,000 years, but it had a dark side.

It was either fate or nature, but by 1 Million Anno Domini, the population became only 3 million souls after the world experienced a cataclysmic flood. Many were angry at God and felt that He was the cause of it. From this hate towards the Almighty came a new religion. A religion based on the worship of hate, sin, and the Devil. It was called Hellisim and was born by a man (I should say demon, for that is his appearance!) named Chanto Lucis. Soon many people followed his religion and his evil ways; that evil man living through the many years thanks to his cursed immortality!

Civilization rebuilt itself after the flood and so it rose and fell with each natural or man-made disaster, each cataclysm being blamed on God and each disaster gaining more followers of Hellisim. In the words of an ancient poet, “Surely the Second Coming is at hand.” But alas, it was not.

It was 1000 years from today that Hellists and the few that had lost all sense of good and religion decided to use their God-given powers to find and capture. Many damned lives were lost in the search for God until a group of twelve mysterious men known only as “The Sins of Apostles” did find Him and imprisoned God at the North Pole in a fiendish device constructed of black magic and godless technology known as the “God Machine”. The architect behind this soul-sucking generator was a man named Alan Beelzebub. He and his eleven other hellish fiends saw that God was a being of pure light and decided to use His energy to power the wheels of a new civilization built on sin. Alan had saw that him and his wicked fiends powers were “good” and granted them immortality. He later burned in the flames of Hell and now his twelfth descendant, Lucius Beelzebub now watches the “God Machine” and his sinful “Divine Energy Company” distributes His energy to every last damned and good souls around the world. This is what they call “hell on Earth”, but it is not; it is just life in the year 3 Million Anno Domini.

However there is good in the world and I’m part of this. I am part of a secret organization whose goal it is to set free God and restore divine justice to this dark world. “Good always prevails over evil”, says the old saying and we, the 7th Crusade shall make this happen! My story of the past is finished, for now you know of the evil in this world and now you shall know that it’s not over, for the evil has not been smitten just yet!

[Hylie]

Wow. Very intense. Very well written though.

I read it all and loved it. I'm not saying I understood all of it but it is brilliant.

Why have i not seen stuff by you untill now.

Very nice. 8)

[Nox]

Thanks, Hylan#1

Anyway, here's the second chapter.

Chapter 2

My name is Jeramiah Cantel and here I sit in a vile and wicked bondage bar named Spanks in the chilly Pole City located not far from the God Machine. Here is the place where sin flows freely such as promiscuity, drugs, violence, and theft. A veritable house of worship for any Hellist practicing their ways, for the law permits it. This is the little bar of Deadwood where good is something that is free of anything holy and divine.

However, sin is not the reason I’m here mingled among the ignorant masses. Rather I am here on my own personal mission to find the woman I love and free her from this hellhole that she is forced to own as to pay off a debt for Adams Fonze, the mob boss of this wicked city. Her name is Alice Shabas and I can see the good inside of the tainted outer shell that she was forced inside the day I laid my eyes upon her in this bar a year ago when I was a lost soul who had nothing to live for.

Suddenly, she had came into vision when there she stood in the rear of the dance floor behind all the sin and filth. The music had changed from some horrible form of rock and electronica into an ancient song by a man named Jimi Hendrix called “Power Of Love”. She was wearing a long, red dress and despite the club she owned, her face had a look of innocence. Alice approached toward the crowd and like some beautiful but ugly Red Sea, the crowd parted for their Moses, the sin within the crowd continuing without remorse. There, Alice stood at me and spoke:

“Are you Francis? You seem to look like him, only with brown hair. He had red hair.”

Suddenly a plan came within me. My shape-shifting powers would be used form something as petty as getting a woman’s attention like some animal, but desperate times call for desperate measures so they say.

“I think I saw the man you’re looking for in the bathroom. Hold on while I go get him.” I said and went to the bathroom to change my appearance.

Little did I know Adams was in the crowd, watching . . . eyes full of hate like those around him.

I emerged from the bathroom a short while later with red hair and approached Alice.

“Well there you are! Come, follow me!” she said and led me to the back of the club; where the sexual acts were performed. I could hear the whips and the moans of pleasure, and I realized she was being forced to give sexual plasure like the whores who worked for her! Alice saw the look of worry on my face and reassured me when she spoke:

“Oh you know I don’t do that anymore, Francis! I was saved by Adams and now he controls the whores here. I’m forced to pay off a debt to him as you know by owning this damn club. You understand right?”

“Sure. But I forgot, what am I here for?” I asked and suddenly we were right outside of her office. She responded, “To talk business. You’re the only one who can free me from here!”

It became apparent that I could kill 2 birds with one stone and before I knew it, I was inside her office and she had kissed me! “I thought we were going to talk business!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Oh, you know what type of business this is going to turn into” Alice said and one second later, her dress was off. Her pale, but beautiful body approached me and she had removed my pants and shirt.

The next minute, we were sharing a moment of accidental passion on her desk. Not saying anything any enjoying the whole sin of adultery and lying, I proceeded to go ahead and lose my virginity here and there. Why did I wait so long? Oh great God, forgive me for the sin I committed!

“Francis, you’re doing it like we first did it! Harder!” Alice had screamed. I decided to go with the awkward flow of things and thrust harder and harder until both of us were in perfect climax. My virginity was non-existent thanks to my impersonation of her long-lost lover. We both had our clothes back on and Alice tuned to me and spoke:

“What’s wrong dear?”
“Oh nothing, just its been so long since I saw you.” I lied.
“Well, I just thought some welcome home sex would help you. After all, from what Adams told me, you came back just a few days ago after being discharged from the First Army of the New World. Adams finally did something right, the bastard!”

“That’s what you think,” said a voice from behind the door.

The door was forced open and Adams appeared, a short, stout man. He didn’t need any bodyguards to help him break down the door or anyone’s face for that matter. In this world where everybody has a magical power, Adams here possessed super strength. He then spoke in a gruff, deep voice

“Alice baby, this man here ain’t Francis. He came back, but my men apprehended him and had him dead. He wasn’t gone off fighting in the war with Eurasia, he was busy running from us after not paying his debt to me.”

“Then who are you,” Alice said turning to face me.

I turned my hair back to its natural color and suddenly, felt a stinging pain across my left cheek and another one.

“You…****ing…dirty…prick!” Alice said with each slap across my face. Suddenly, Adams grabbed her hand.

“Aww, will ya look at this. Some little guy used his powers just to get some from you. I think I’ll take him out for you, Alice baby. After that, you can go on and try and run a better club you little slut!”

Suddenly, Alice turned around and using her free hand, wrapped it around his neck and left a scorching mark on his neck. Adams was flown against the wall screaming, “You *****! You dirty little *****!” and after wards, she grabbed my arm, her hand still red-hot from burning Adams neck.

We ran through the crowd and outside onto the walkway. Adams had called for cops and sure enough, there they were on the street, their cars hovering over the multi-layered block. Alice saw this and took off running down and alley, the cops hot on our trail. We made our way down the staircase connecting each block with the one below it, the cops shooting at us wildly and us narrowly escaping death. We kept on running until we were in the fog that rose from the icy streets 2 block levels below us, which is about 100 meters. The cops stopped shooting and started to turn on their flashlights. We had lost the cops in the fog, but little did they know me and Alice had hid in a boarded-up storefront, the entrance of which was burned down by Alice, but “patched” up by my illusion powers.

“We’ll be safe here for now. Seeing as you can lie by morphing into anybody and doing the same with anything, the cops will think we fell off into the fog and not. Don’t think that because I’m hiding with you, I forgive you.” Alice said to me.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to free you from the sin that was burdened onto you.” I said and suddenly, I saw Alice’s face of disgust turn a shade serious, and then she laughed.

“By screwing me? Wow, that takes the cake! But seriously, what sin? I was beginning to get used to the all the Hellist rituals in that place. I mean, I’m an atheist, I don’t care what some higher power says, be it good or evil!” Alice said.

“Atheist? Well me, I’m one of the few Christians left, if that gives you a clue to who I really am.” I said. Upon hearing this, Alice laughed even harder.

“So like what, you’re part of the 7th Crusaders or some other resistance group? Ha ha! Is this what you guys are doing for recruitment? Bwa ha ha! What next, orgies for the cause?”

“No, my whole little act of lying was just me trying to talk to you, but you decided to bang me on you desk. However I must admit that sex is a good thing and that I feel sorry for impersonating your boyfriend. It’s just that I didn’t know he was your long-lost lover and that what we went back there for was business! My desperation got me into this mess, but now you and I are fugitives! So please, forgive me so” I yelled and pleaded.

Alice just stood there and stared at me. She wore a look of fuy and disappointment on her face. I will never forget how long she stood staring at me with those beautiful, but cold brown eyes. “Ok, I’ll join your 7th Crusade group, assuming that’s what you are,” she said.

“That’s my band of brothers,” I said.
“However, before you take me out of here tomorrow morning, promise me you will never lie and that you will never try to hit on me. If you do, I’ll rat you out and the Torture Squad will do the rest of the work.”
“Fine then. Let us rest, for we have had ourselves a wild night.” And so we did rest, our bodies spread wide apart by the dirty floor.