A girl with secrets. Secrets on which the very fabric of space and time are threatened of their existence. "What she did was a crime"- is what they'd all say. But was what she did, really what she is being accused of? Is she really a criminal; a Mul...
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The aroma of milk tea greeted the IMG and the soldiers, awakening them to the new morning. The bed tea was served by the waiters in the monastery and was made with unparalleled precision. It tasted great.
Having stimulated their senses, they came down to the dining area. Saaret wished them good morning and readied them on the table and called for the breakfast to be made.
He took the orders himself and notified the chefs. They shortly began their voodoo session with the soil and sticks.
While gossiping like a friendly batch of an institution, the topic of the day surfaced.
"So guys, today our research spot is The Temple of The Gods in Zyphon." Lily then explained the reasons to them why she had thought about going there. It was rational.
"We head out in an hour. Okay, Saaret?" Sanduo asked.
"Fine with me if it's fine with you." Saaret smiled back. He walked away and let the group finish their meal.
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Juvo reached his destination. It was indistinguishable from the other worlds he had left behind. But his followers saw why he chose it. And they appreciated the fact.
Yorx was the place of myths. For centuries, his people had tried establishing contact with it. It was the abode where the dead went according to the religion Juvo's kind followed. Juvo had found it out somehow, probably with Saaret's expertise. He now grinned like a madman. Or rather like a mad creature.
"Prepare for the descent!" he called out and glided the ship through the clouds to the land of purple and black. Balls of black shining in silver roamed about the lands with pointy peaks. His kin roamed there aimlessly, waiting for their expiry time.
Juvo put his vessel on the muddy surface. The gooey black substance on the surface of the world climbed on the landers slowly, then stopped. With huts dark as coal and ghastly with spires of black liquid, the scenery was something hellish.
The splash of his feet and of his followers attracted more of his kind to him. He spoke to them of his expeditions. Of what he claimed to achieve. What he deemed was righteous.
His elders came forth. "What you say reeks with depravity. How can you! We were to be the rulers. The most powerful of all. How can you become one if you destroy the ones you could've ruled upon? How can you kill knowing it won't favour your cause?"
"I want to right the wrongs. This system is not perfect. It has flaws. I want to correct it. I want the Creators to notice me."
"Then what? They probably made it up for fun. All of it. Or perhaps we are some kind of an experiment to them. You want to transcend this simulation we were born into? You want to exist? Is that what you really desire?"
