The Search - part 9 (768 hits)
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Submitted by kaos-king (antius777) (View user info) at 2005-10-08 13:35:08 EDT
Previous Chapter - http://www.ubersite.com/m/76642
The two older men sat there stone faced, but the youngest couldn't help smiling. He kept thinking about the virgins. This would be another glorious day in the day of their God, and his reward would be most fitting. The pickup truck's cab was filled with explosive material, and at the brisk pace they were already making, all they would have to do would be to drive the land bound missile straight into the targeted building. The impact would set off the triggers in the rear, causing the whole side of the building to go up. Another grand strike at the heart of this blasphemous land.
The young man almost started laughing at the thought of all the dead infidels, but he knew his mentors would not approve of his show of such joy at this moment. No, this was a holy mission. One in a never ending series against The Great Satan. His thoughts would remain focused, even if the smile wouldn't leave.
The trio in their old blue truck filled with deadly intentions rounded the corner and saw their destination straight ahead. The road split before them, to the left and the right, and the only things blocking there path was a small sidewalk and a street bench. And of course, pedestrians. As they grew near, the youngest noticed that one of the infidels had stopped and was staring right at their approach. He was directly in their line of impact. Good - another nonbeliever sent to judgment. Picking up speed, the youth in the cab could almost see the grim look on the young white man's face as they plowed into him. He couldn't help but finally laugh.
This is a moment of Choices.
This is a moment of Dread.
This is a moment of Terror.
This is a moment of Chaos.
And thanks to the last part, this was a moment where Edward Sands felt the pull of discord as he had been walking past with his girlfriend, Grace.
Oh, the car hit Ed all right. It hit his out stretched hand and collapsed around it, lifting up in the air by about four feet and falling back to earth. If nothing else, the engine in this pick up truck was now definitely shot. The man on the far right had not been wearing his seat belt and went flying through the window, while the other two bounced around the cab.
Did we mention that Ed is a Chaos Avatar, that he is a physical incarnate of a building block of reality? That he is immune to all forms of paradox and that he can control the swirling energies once used in the Genesis Creation? And that right now, he's is very, very pissed off?
Ed pulled his hand out of the wreckage and shook loose any debris. The slight trickle of blood dripping from his arm wound up around his hand healing his wounds. He was a non assuming looking young man at six feet tall and broad shouldered. He had brown eyes and brown hair cut short. Only the pierced ears and eyebrow gave away any real insight to his personality. He was an average guy on the exterior - Just as the Higher Powers liked it. At this time, though, he was anything but average. He was inacting his role as a Agent of Chance, and he answered to no one. Well... except maybe Grace.
Who was currently tearing off the broken door frame of the truck with her bare hands.
Did we mention that Grace Morningstar was the Daughter of Satan, Princess of the Infernal Realm, and Heir to the Throne Of Hell? That in all actuality, she is a Divine being cast in physical form and is bound by virtually none of the higher Magickal laws due to her parentage of Lucifer and Lilith? And that right now she's more pissed off than her boyfriend?
The door came off in her hands like paper. By this point, her tiny form was literally smoking with Damnation. Grace only stood about five foot four and weighed about one hundred and ten pounds. She had a frail appearance, and was quite pale. Her white skin was offset by her short black hair and deep blue eyes. The thin silver ring in the center of her lip gave her a permanent pouty look. That was not the look she had at the moment.
"You stupid, cock-sucking, mother-fucking...." exclaimed Grace, very ladylike.
Ed grabbed the one of the ground and flipped him over. Broken, oh yeah he was broken, but not dead - yet.
"Let me check the back of this thing," he said, knowing Grace hadn't heard a word.
She grabbed the driver by the arm, snapping it in two places and yanked him out. She was going for the youth, when he pulled out a small pistol and started praying in Arabic. Grace laughed. The Devil knew many tongues, and spoke back to him in his own language.
"Asshole, you have no idea what you're in for."
Ed opened the trunk up and sighed at the sight of all the explosives. He closed his eyes, cracked his neck, and blew on them. Just as he opened his eyes and smiled at his results, he heard a gunshot. He sighed again. Grace must be livid by now.
He came around just in time to see the terrorist go flying face first into the cement.
"Little fucker pulled a gun. On me!" said Grace pointing at her small frame.
By this time a sizable crowd had started to gather and watch. Most stayed clear of what they obviously thought was some kind of Hollywood stunt effect.
"We should get out of here," said Ed.
"Oh, we're taking these shit heads with us!"
"To where exactly," said Ed slowly.
"Where do you think, my love," said Grace slower.
She called the Five Points of Contention and formed a portal. Ed tossed the first two in, while Grace went over to retrieve the guy who had gone threw the window. As she was dragging him over to the awaiting window of transportation, a little girl came running up.
"Are you two superheroes?" she asked.
Ed laughed and Grace smiled. "Never will I hear that one again. No, honey, we're just like you. We're special."
And with that she tossed the last terrorist into Hell itself. The couple followed, and found Asmodeus waiting for them on the other side. The three looked at themselves to find all wounds healed. Then they looked around. That pretty much sent them over the edge. Two of Asmodeus's battalion officers came up and started kicking them. Grace waived at them to stop.
"Welcome to Hell, Gentlemen," said Grace. "You would've came here anyhow in your stupidity, but I thought it be best to remove you directly. Cerrox," she said to one of the officers, " this young one kept mumbling something about 'virgins.' Why don't you escort all three of them down to the rape pits."
"At once your Highness!"
Grace, Ed and Asmodeus stuck around until their screams couldn't be heard anymore.
"You are such a bitch. I am so in love with you," said Ed with a grin.
"What sweet talk," laughed Grace.
"How goes your search for your missing comrade, my Princess?" asked the Demon Lord.
She grimaced and turned to Ed, who shrugged. "Not well, Assie. Someone is definitely trying to keep us from reaching the Uhmbra," said Grace.
Their friend, Vasquez, had once been an Angel, a member of the Heavenly Host. Through no fault of his own, he had been forced to fall to Earth and walk among the mortals where he had befriended Ed and Grace. Unfortunately, it had all been too much for the former soldier of the Divine, and he had taken his own life. But instead of being cast into Hell, he had disappeared from the Archguard Trinity. When the couple had investigated, they had come to believe that he may have been transported to the Uhmbra, the Realm of the Mythic, the space that occupied existence between Heaven, Earth, and Hell. The Astral Plane itself. The deeper they dug, the more they learned. There was a secret that was being kept from the Archguard, there was another reality - The Par-Uhmbra. The dark sister to the land where the Majestrix Lucinda ruled. This is where they ultimately found out Vasquez had been taken.
But how? And, more importantly, why?
"We were on our way to meet with an exiled member of the Fanfarie when these douchebags came barreling towards us. I felt the immense levels of discord and decided to have a little intervention."
"That reminds me," spoke Grace, "What did you do with all the explosives in the back?"
"Turned them into butterscotch pudding," replied Ed.
"That's so fucking awesome," laughed Grace.
"C'mon, we still have a lot to do. We still have to meet with the Fey, and then go check in on Ess. Gordhammer will be pitching a fit by now that we're late,'" said Ed.
"Screw that Viking. Him and The Zombie Master have every thing under control. I know the Pirates are your friends, but we have to hurry this up, honey!"
Ed sighed. "You ready then, baby doll? Let's go take on a reality."
User Reviews
Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-10-26 13:58:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
A bit of formatting issues.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-11 07:28:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Crazy-boy below makes a good point. Just because YOU hate terrorists doesn't mean your characters should. Then again, maybe they were mad because the terrorists tried to run Ed down.
Submitted by garcon_fou (user info) at 2005-10-10 18:48:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Hey, this is just as cool as all of the other installments, which is awesome. But it just doesn't fit as a story in the arc. It feels out of character for Ed or Grace to give a shit about human lives. Remember the first story arc where Ed decided to allow a plague on the world? And why does the princess of hell care? Even in the previous installment of this story, their own house gets blown up by some un-identified enemy, and they just brush the dust off and continue.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-10-10 18:28:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
"Did we mention that Ed is a Chaos Avatar, that he is a physical incarnate of a building block of reality? That he is immune to all forms of paradox and that he can control the swirling energies once used in the Genesis Creation? And that right now, he's is very, very pissed off?"
Oh, I hated this paragraph, and the one that mirrors it. Also, I think that should be 'physical incarnaTION'.
And a more flattering nickname for Asmodeous would be "Azzy," not "Assie."
This was an okay installment, and I know you were recapping for a reason, but half this post was useless to me because it was retreaded information. Otherwise it was good.
Submitted by RyuFu (user info) at 2005-10-10 11:10:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Interesting switch in voice, yes. Interesting, yes...
Submitted by Average_Dan (user info) at 2005-10-10 09:09:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2005-10-10 00:08:08 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
hmmm...
I've read the reviews and can understand some of the differences in style based on them, but the historical bits kind of ruined the moment...
I'm still reading the rest though!
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-09 10:27:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Benny and Morontain... I wrote this installment months after I wrote part 8 and posted it on pulseHEAD. I wanted to make sure readers remembered the characters and new pHers kinda got a feel of what was going on...
Submitted by Benny (user info) at 2005-10-09 04:50:14 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This seemed to be a different style than the other ones. What with the "did we mention that..." bits. I still enjoyed it, I just thought it was different. It's a shame that there are actually people out there who think that they are doing God's work by killing innocent people and commiting suicide at the same time. I think that the rape pits would be the least they deserved.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-09 03:15:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I have no idea who Robert Anton Wilson is, Magickmuse, but if your comparing me to him it sounds like I need to check him out. Sorry my work doesn't do anything for you.
Submitted by Magickmuse (user info) at 2005-10-09 00:59:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
I can't read your shit
It's like trying to read a shitty version of Robert Anton Wilson, even though your shit is different.
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-08 21:47:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Crap, only one more installment. Better have more coming cause I am a junkie.
Submitted by Magic_Monkey (user info) at 2005-10-08 19:16:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
" The rape pits "
Even Kaos folows the rape bandwagon !! Great stuff man , can't wait to see what's goin to happen
Submitted by morontian (user info) at 2005-10-08 18:57:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This read like it was written in a completely different voice.
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Submitted by houseman (user info) at 2005-10-08 14:44:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice twist man.
Submitted by pen_name (user info) at 2005-10-08 14:22:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
i'm sick of your god damn posts; every fucking day i have to see your fucking name wiith part XXX next to it, and all i can think is, "who the fuck writes this fucking much!!1!!1101"
I HOPE YOU FALL PREY TO THE BLACK SLEEP OF THE KALI MA!!!
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-10-08 13:43:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good one to post on a Saturday. Keep it up. I might let you touch me.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2005-10-08 13:37:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
This installment was written the day after the bombings in England. I almost wrote a nonfiction article on it, but I decided to express my rage about the situation in the series, instead.
Only one more part left to "the Search."