March 27'th 2028 – Terra / Quattember 3'th 1668
It was a typical Monday for the Pole named Paul.
Wake up at 6:10 after ignoring 2 other alarms, cereal breakfast, daily toiletries – brush teeth, brush those magnificently medium long hairs - that he had ever since 18'th birthday - potentially much longer length if he hadn't had still been continuedly living with his mother in same damn house from the very birth.
Take inhalation for the Asthma, pills for hypertension. Tells goodbye to grandma and then take off with his car - Lupo - to his workplace.
At 7:00 clocking in, starting his shift, clocking out at 15:05, due to the machine he works on having mind of her own, he drives back home.
Midway home while waiting in a car jam due to lights taking forever, cars even more forever to make way. Low fuel warning light, lights on – with pride glowing with its eminomous yellow shine – Screaming at him for its weekly feeding. He parks at the gas station.
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It was a typical Lun'iae in forests of cental Terrmagnam – in local language meaning Monday. 3 young Horn Hares of crimson red colour of their fur – clearly Akaibonis – were playing in the middle of the meadow.
The eldest Hee Taete-Te Rin, a 4-year-old child that only distinction from the rest of his siblings, is the couple of the natural black streaks of hair in his messy bush of short red hairs.
The middle child Meteo Taete-Te Ryu, 2-year-old menace of a kid that energy can be only extinguished by his flamboyant mother, Amea Taete Rasu
The youngest, only girl in the trio – Rubi'i Taete-Te Ne, 1-year-old kiddo non-separatable from the father's neck, Igni'i Te San. Alternatively, separatable if Meteo is around.
You would think none of these children have enough strength to show off with their monkey like flexibility while running through the forest, but due to the 10 times the density of their muscles than those of the normal human, it is not weird to see 1 year old showing off as if being already of 8 years of age.
Their daily routine doing everything that comes to mind being interrupted by father suddenly showing up and telling them to hide. Before running back to the forest, soon disappearing from the view due to the tall grass.
Visible question marks above their heads.
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Getting out of the car, keys in right hand, wallet and phone in other, he manually locks the car, putting keys at the top of the car's roof, hides the wallet inside of his right pocket of his cargo pants, phone inside of his left pocket. He grabs back his keys, moves around and opens manually the locked gas tank, slipping into it pistol from V-power 95 – premium gas from Shell gas stations. Patiently waiting for 25 liters of fuel to enter the car.
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"Huh?" the most clueless of them all asking – Rubi'i – seemingly asking why father ran off so fast instead of playing with them. Not understanding the warning, she runs after the father.
The two boys also not understanding what is happening, also shrugged off anything that potentially is happening inside of the forest where they live. Hee though after a bit longer pause however, obeying at the very least a bit his father. He grabs Meteo by his shoulder and goes a little bit deeper into the Meadow's taller grass.
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With 14 liters of fuel in, Paul stares with his heterochronic green eyes with no deeper feeling, at the inside of the store, waiting until the gas tank would be filled up fully. Not hearing the mute hum of the flying near drone due to having currently earphones playing another novel, he instead continues to idle around with his eyes. Turning around and looking at how much feal already is loaded in.
23,56... – 24,21... – 24,96... – 25,13...
Boom
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Meteo follows his brother deeper, however, being always the problematic one, he tries to run off by going into the opposite direction, trying to slip off the hand that is holding him.
Finally accomplishing that what he wanted after 3 pulls, he falls onto his ass. Not breaking his momentum, he rolls back, failing to see a lost arrow penetrating through his brother's side of the neck, silencing completely his scream.
Hee Taete-Te Rin due to the momentum of the arrow falls to the side bleeding off with his mouth opened, his eyes popped out wide, shaking, while second after second is passing, and he second after second find it harder to breath, his eyes blur while coughing out blood with each of his inhales. Rolling onto his back, he tries to pull off his neck the object that is making him uncapable to breathe.
His hands smoke, combusting into fire, melting off the front part of the arrow, pulling off the other part of the arrow. However, that's the worst thing that he could have done. Suddenly he starts to bleed more intensively, his vocal box already broken, and he can't even catalyze the wound with his flaming hands due to his fur and flesh being fire resistant. Instead, he is holding the wound with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding, but instead he makes it even worse. It's harder and harder to breathe until he finally suffocates.
All that had happened without Meteo even noticing. His eyes may be able to see 360 degrees around, but that's because the light photons entering his iris are reflected and gathered into the 360-degree picture. He can't see what is behind the tall grass; he can't see his brother suffocating. He simply runs back into the forest, trying to find the rest of his family - mother, father, and sister who already ran off to them.
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Death.
You would think dying from an explosion would hurt. Well – you'd be correct, it does hurt – but before the body can fully process the scale of pain, the flesh, bones and blood are already disintegrated because of being in the epicentrum of explosion.
No Body. No Flesh, No Bones, No Dust.
Paul just evaporated there and there at the spot.
To vanish so completely that not even dust remains. There's a profound sense of finality and erasure in that thought, not just of life ending, but of all traces of existence being obliterated.
Whether it's pitiful depends on perspective. Some might see it as tragic — a death so violent and complete it denies even the dignity of remembrance or burial. Others might see a kind of brutal purity in it, an end without lingering suffering or decay. For some, the horror lies in the idea of being forgotten; for others, it's the violence of the moment itself.
And the worst part? - no one will ever know that he died there. A missing person.
Blink.
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Meteo enters the forest, skipping with skill through the trees. Leaves crushed beneath his feet with each step until he finally gets to the living space of his family to see his mother in the middle of battle with heavily armored humans, 1 against 9 and she's winning.
On the opposite side, his father holding in his hands Rubi'i so she wouldn't get hurt, he dodges all the arrows and swords with precision, his green eyes unmoving, no sweat. He makes of the 3 other humans fools
Meteo stands frozen in place, hidden only by the bark of the tree that's wider than him, completely hiding him. His ears being held by him down, not wanting to be noticed. However, he is noticed by the archer that was shooting at his father and sister. His bow directed now at his head.
- No! - father screams, alerting his wife.
Arrowhead flies at Meteo, not being able to dodge due to its speed; however, his father is faster. Grass beneath him burned to dust as he increases his speed with bursts of fire. He grabs the arrow midflight and rotates it 540 degrees, letting off the arrow, changing its trajectory right back onto the archer, striking right into the hand the archer was holding the string.
The archer steps back in pain not for long due to Meteo's mother uses the chance to burn through his body with her fist, making hole right into his chest where heart lays.
Igni'i breathes in and out with pain written on his face. When he turned directions to save his son, he sacrificed his back, making on it a long slash wound from blade, and his hand that is now wounded from forcibly grabbing midflight the arrow. He smiles though, hiding his pain.
- Here, could you.. Hold still your sister for a sec? - he places Rubi'i near Meteo, him still frozen in place but indeed now holding his sister with his hand in place
Father returns to fighting, being sluggish now while he is dodging. However, currently he doesn't need to worry about Rubi'i, so he shakes it off, calling it an "Equivalent exchange" per say. Hitting side of the helmet of the swordman that he is currently in battle with. Using his charring the ground steps – ability - to stun one of his enemies.
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"What?" - saying while standing in the middle blinding light. "What just happened" - turning around his head in a sign of clear panic and confusion, thinking he blacked out for a second due to sleeping 2 hours before the shift. However, he's confused why he is seeing light instead of darkness; and immediately waking up back to seeing his car.
"Be not afraid" - he hears in front of him, turning in that direction, he sees 2 meters tall, if not taller, woman. He stills seeing the 2 pairs of wings.
- Am I dead? - he asks
- You take it quite well – she responds with the smile that it's pretty shaking his soul to its roots.
Shaking out of it
- Where is God, shouldn't I be in front of some gate? Where is Peter – looking around again – where is Jesus, shouldn't there be some kind of judgment happening right now? - he freezes – Oh Lord. Am I even worthy of heaven? - speaking to himself. - I mean Lord Christ had sacrificed himself for my sins, so shouldn't I be fine?
"Stop" - like some kind of law inscribed into his soul, he freezes in place. The Angel moved his head forcibly to look at her again. "Your name is inside the Book of Life" Her golden eyes looking directly into his soul. "Do not be afraid"
He relaxes as if tons of weight had been placed off his soul
- YHWH is watching – she answers one of his questions – And you are not in front of Him because He has a task for you due to you not completing your life task, yourself.
- I mean.. Devil had always stopped me whenever I tried to do something – making an excuse
- ....
She looks at him as if at some moron.
Beginning with "You are present as your Soul, so you can't lie" pauses "It being something you may believe in, but the only enemy was you giving him the power he does not hold."
Dropping her hand off his face. His eyes filled with guilt. Sighing
- Right.. So.. Why the task..? Shouldn't I be now waiting like for the end of world? Time when all dead are resurrected?
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3 of the dead laying below him. Breathing hard, Igni'i at the last moment, catches with his tired eyes from the blood loss, dodging the sword that has nearly plunged into his back. Dodging at the last second, however he's surprised when the man that nearly offed him, jerks his leg in pain, Rubi'i biting into his flesh with her sharp teeth, melting his leg from inside due to subconsciously her using first ability of Akaibonis when awakening their flame abilities "Fire breath".
Stupefied he fails to see halberd decapitating his head from the rest of the body
- DAD! - Rubi'i screams in pain, tears dropping from her eyes in liters.
Her eyes muscles layer by layer start to morph, radial muscles expanding, circular muscles contracting, twisting; Spiral, torsional, muscles rotating. Her sclera bled black. Her green iris creates a dynamic pattern. Like a telescope her ring irises move outward and inward, changing into 8-point star at the inward part, creating a black pupil, outer ring detaching, creating single ghost like black symbol that stays on the outward of the iris, at the end of one point of the star.
The ghost like icon suddenly bursting from black into red glowing colour, creates an area of eruption which the epicenter of is her body. Burning everything within the vicinity to ash, resulting in the person who decapitated her father be turned into the ash, as well as the other 5 people surrounding her.
She suddenly passes out from the exertion her body is inexperienced to make.
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"Indeed~" she says, continuing
- But you see... - she says before being interrupted mid word
- She's a troublesome angel of mine – she's suddenly interrupted by voice like the personification of Law itself
A man with clothes weaved as if from fire. No. The better form of describing is that when you stare at Him, it's like seeing a personification of fire. A warmth that does not burn but warms the soul. Suddenly and inexplicably tears start to flow from Paul's eyes
"My Lord!" - the Angel says out of surprise that He Himself enters the conversation.
He smiles softly.
- Jesus! - Paul cries out
- That would indeed be Me. - a low chuckle comes out of him as he looks at one of his sons as if he was his favorite child even though that current gaze is directed to every son and daughter, every day, and every time, due to him being above the concept of Time, for He is the creator of Time
- ... - no words are capable to come out his mouth
- This Virtue, no, Principality, of Mine, is dominion of part of universe that she tends to send souls to fix the problems of her past actions
The angel suddenly trying to hide somewhere even though knowing there is no place to hide
- Shouldn't it be not allowed? - Paul asks timidly
- That would be correct; it is not allowed. But she came to me begging to allow her to descent to part of universe she steward over. Even daring to degrade herself to the Third Triad and praise me singing as Seraphines' do, so I and Father would consider.
"We agreed" he finally said, his brown eyes staring at Paul with gentleness he does not deserve, yet he is receiving it with full force. He stands in front of him and Paul on his knees looks at Jesus with complete worship.
"So, stand, son" Jesus reaches with his hand, Paul grabbed it, Jesus helping him stand in His presence, the same way he had helped Peter stand then and there onto the sea He had stood, then after Peter had fallen from fear into the depths.
The hand, warm, the hole in it, constant reminder of pain he had gone through on the Cross for us all
- But why me, Lord.
"Son, do you remember one of your goals"
He didn't know what Jesus is talking to him about, but then he as if enlightened, all memories came to him.
"Is it... Me wanting to be like Pawlos?... Puruto Doragon'aite Pawlos? But.. Why" he asks
- I don't understand why you remind me of it, Lord. He... may had been my imaginative best version of myself I strived to be
"Exactly" he says. "You see, one of my daughter's favorites of my creations are rabbits. And as it appears, there is a species in space - Father weaved into existence. That resemble your art creation" he pauses, chuckling "So she picked you as the one who she wanted in this role"
- I am honoured... Lord. But what would that mission even be?
- Saving
- Saving?
- You'd be returned to save this rabbit species from extinction~
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Meteo suddenly unfreezes seeing Rubi'i passed out on ground, and father. Dead. Something inexplicably heavy gets stuck in his throat. Nothing physical, but mental. He hyperventilates
- IGNI'I! - suddenly Amae screams in pain and anger because her husband she had sworn eternity to being with was dead. Her speed increases, stopping to play around, killing one human after another. After 7 had died, the rest begin to panic, aiming for her son instead so her focus would be off them and instead on her son. They successfully redirect her anger to protect her endangered child.
A spearman tries to plunge his spear into Meteo's body; Meteo watches with blurry sight as he hyperventilates. He tries to step back, but his legs shake too much. He stumbles on his own feet, falling onto his ass as his stares up at his end, about to join his father. However, suddenly his mother blinks in front of him, not even her 10 times higher muscle density being able to stop the momentum of the spear completely; she holds the spear shaft as it slides in her slippery hands into her body, penetrating it through, but stopping its movement completely.
Her suddenly puking blood, however after puking, from her cleared mouth inferno births, directing its full volume at the spearman.
Like by a flamethrower, the knight was suddenly enveloped by a lake of fire. And his iron armor heated up to changing its hue to redness, now being for him like being inside the oven. He dies in not seconds, but milliseconds, being charred into charcoal
Amea drops onto her knees, holding her breath as she breaks the part of the spear that went through her and pulls out the shaft from her stomach. As she does that, her wound immediately closes, tissue immediately regenerating. However, seeing how many humans run at her, she turns around for the last time to see her son.
"Be a strong boy for your sister and brother." She smiles with softness. "Mommy won't be able to protect you three anymore"
- Mom?...
As Meteo is confused and less hyperventilating than before, seeing his mother so close. He reaches out.
But his mother has different plans, hoping she has enough fuel to pull this off. Her green ring eyes glow emerald green radiance as she says one word in their language that chills every human hearing her.
"Hos'tia Benedict Inferna'thr" which translates to [Sacrificial blessing of Fire]
Similar to what her daughter had pulled off, however with a different feeling to it, the Sun is blessed onto the heathen. Fire envelops everything around, burning everything to cinders. In 100-meter radius everything that had been previously alive - dead. Leaving only charred statue of a woman in place of the epicentrum. Behind her son that survived the fire due to his full fire resistance that all Akaibonis possess.
- Mom...? - Meteo repeats himself, now however his eyes filled with sorrow, his hand still outstretched in direction where his mother's previously still living body had been.
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"Am I able?" - Paul asks
"Yes~ you are."
- ... But what with the one who I will be in place of?
Jesus didn't answer for he knows and waits for the next thing Paul is about to say.
"I don't want to replace him. I don't want him to die; I don't want to be the reason he will be dead if I am sent there to actually save him. That's... Hypocritical"
"Then find a way so that he may live too" - answers with even more joy, again seeing why his son's name is written inside of the Book of Life
- ... Alright. I trust you, Lord.
- I trust you too, my son.
That's the one of the most heavy blessings that one may hear ever. Trust from God Himself.
And so his soul was relocated back to the world of living.
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As Meteo's mother body falls apart, he sees a shield fueled by runes of the artisan that in time used previously prepared runic protection that dissipates fire by touching the said barrier.
Seeing this, fury made of sorrow enters his soul and roots itself into the deepest parts of his mind..
His eyes muscles layer by layer start to morph, radial muscles expanding, circular muscles contracting, twisting; Spiral, torsional, muscles rotating. Sclera bleeding black into the colour of Void. His green iris creates a dynamic pattern like a telescope in action. His ring irises move outward and inward, changing into 8-point star at the inward part, creating a black pupil, outer ring detaching, creating a single ghost like black symbol that stays on the outward of the iris, at the end of one point of the star.
Time freezes; he freezes, the only thing working being his eyes. He sees a Blue Fire visage stepping closer to him.
- Who are you – says in anger, surprised to hear his voice even though not being able to open his mouth, unfreezing after processing this information – Why everything stopped! Don't Come any Closer! I warning You!
Visage stops not saying anything at all, as if looking at him
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Looking at the child that just lost everything, I feel... pity.
"You are going to die, you know.." I answer
Stunned, Meteo has no idea what to say
"You may have the power in your hands, but you are just a child. You won't be able to use it to save yourself and your sister"
Meteo freezing in place again
"I am a soul that supposed to reincarnate into your body, but I didn't want to harm you by doing so. I don't want to absorb your existence into mine. I want you alive"
- Why now... if.. If you were sooner, mom.. And what about the time being frozen.! ...
"I am a soul, I can't interact with living, but your eyes now can perceive souls." After a second of pause "And your soul is talking with my soul, so everything around us will seem to not be moving"
- Perceive?
"It means see."
- Oh
"I apparently had forgotten how it is to speak to children..." he says to himself, sighing in self-made pain
- ... Can you save my sister?
"If you cooperate~" says while reaching his hand
- ...
"Cooperate means help each other"
- Oh! Then, yes. - he reaches with his hand, forgetting that he was incapable before. After touching the fire, it suddenly takes a form mirroring his own, just instead his fur is fully black, hairs red with multiple streaks of black, surrounded by blue glow. His eyes blue like sea of souls
Time unfreezes and there is pause his eyes take full shape. Before alone soul symbol, second appears on the next point of the star, making it 2 soul vortex.
From his fingers drip black like string, that when Meteo moves his hand forward, it shoots out cutting in half the nearest man. Two souls merge and the pressure of the two spirits is not one summed up to the other, it's two multiplying each other.
Every human freeze from the sudden pressure as if being enveloped by water in deepest parts of the sea, it being impossible to breath and move
Meteo stands up, his face making the perfect Polish smile – no smile at all, while his eyes stare into their as if being eaten by vortex of souls.
Eventually someone snaps out of it and tries to run off just to be immediately cut into thousand of pieces. Grin appears on Meteo's face, the most terrifying smile you can ever look at.
"Can't you like die, like mother asked you to?"
Not being able to escape, instead they run at Meteo, also being the casualty of bad decisions. Smile drops off his face, and he stares at his hands.
"If I was stronger, I could protect mom. Huh?" he asked himself "That was my wish, but why... Why did I gain that power after..." he looks at his reflection in the pool of blood, seeing the new pattern of his eyes. "What are those eyes..."
"Why not call it Migawari?" second voice coming from his mouth yet not being his, but that guy's resembling him.
"What... What does this word mean?" Meteo asks out of curiosity due to it being an unknown tongue.
"Scapegoat." After replying, without asking Meteo suddenly knows what scapegoat means
"Fitting~." He chuckles. "Alright, then Migawari it is, it has a good ring to it too." Melancholy in his voice
"You sister also has it." He turns his head at somewhere far from the direction of his sister "We are not alone, though"
"Wait, my sister also has these cursed eyes?! No better question, how long were you looking?!" redirecting his head at the direction of his sister
"I have seen it all. Alright, don't be mad, we talked about it, I couldn't interact with living. NO, don't change the topic. There's more important problem now!" Looking back at where he previously looked. Previously not being able to see that far, now he appears to see even through trees
Someone runs at them with incredible speed, unsheathing his blade. Meteo moving his hand forward, Black strings following his movement.
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Quattember – April in the local language. Calendar is separated into 13 months, each having 28 days. Name of months are based on 13 first numbers in Latin, not half based on something as the Roman calendar: on the rulers – Julius, Augustus; Roman gods – Janus, Mars, Maia, Juno; and local festival in February – Februa – festival of purification or atonement
Meadow – Large plane inside of the forest that is empty of trees, typically with tall grass
Idle – doing unconsciously or consciously something while standing still
Book of Life – In Christianity, book containing the names of individuals destined for heaven or granted eternal life. It represents salvation, God's remembrance of faithful servants, and is mentioned in both the Old and New Testaments as a definitive, final record of the righteous.
Principality – Angel one of 9 Choirs, present within third Triad, assigned to care and guard communities, kingdoms, states and parishes. Those angels are associated with transitions in power.
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