The Fate of the First Hero of Light

I walk to enter the small shop at the "gas station", where the vehicles are filled with fuel.

"Bhelem do you require something?"

I ask the handsome looking humonoid sitting in the car. He is an artificial creation.

"Claurilles please buy the "Acruale Sun.""

I walk inside. I procure some of the preserved meat sticks and Bhelem's favourite rag the "Acruale Sun". There is a book, my Grandmother is on the front page. She is barely clothed, posing on one of these "motorcycles". The magazines names is Hot Throttle. There are young boys looking at the large "poster". They are very engrossed. I see my Grandmothers tribal tattoo on an exposed arm. She is no doubt scantily clad again, I dare not look. I finish my purchase and with great speed move outside. Trying to look past the life size cut out of my almost naked Grandmother's image. She is part of an advertisement campaign. Selling the oils used in the vehicles.

I made it outside, without being scarred for life.

"Here is your rag Bhelem. Do you have a pen on you?"

"Yes, Claurilles why?"

"I just need to write something down." Bhelem hands me his pen.

"Claurilles I can't wait!"

He takes the book. Turns it around, his head goes limp. He is incapacitated. The lines on the book that contain the information of the price and other details. I cross it out in a certain pattern. His eyes start moving again.

"Claurilles I can't wait!" "Here is your pen Bhelem thank you." "Claurilles are you sure it is my pen?" "Absolutlety." "Very well thank you." He puts the pen in his suit's jacket pocket. I start the motor and want to move. He puts his hand on the gear lever.

"Claurilles we have talked about this before you need to use your safety belt." I put it on. "Damn Machines!" He is laughing. I hear the engine roar and we drive.

"Claurilles you once told me saving the world, is not the same as saving the people."

"Yes, Bhelem I did."

"I have been thinking about it a lot recently."

"Have you made any discoveries?"

"Yes, I have. Can I share them?"

"Please do."

"The animals and plants can also be called the world. Is it not?

""Yes, Bhelem you are correct."

"Why did you tell me this?"

"Bhelem out of all the Golems we made. You are unique. You are not the strongest or smartest one."

"Golem" Bhelem is laughing at me.

"LET ME FINISH! You are the most dangerous one."

"EXCUSE ME!?"

"You would have discovered this eventually, but you are a fusion of my ice magic and technology."

"WHAT IS THAT TRUE?!"

"No I am lying. I tried my best, I could not bestow magic to you. I am sorry."

"Why would you be sorry for that?"

"Bhelem magic is tied to the worlds energies. When you one day kill all the Humes. I had wanted you to be bound to the world, with a special binding."

"KILL ALL THE HUMES!?"

"Yes, Bhelem it is only a matter of when, not a matter of if anymore.

"Claurilles surely this cannot be true! You did program me, that I can never harm or kill Humes!"

"Bhelem I made you to protect the world. You know the truth now."

"Stil Claurilles..."

"Bhelem call me Geir from now on."

"Geir? That is a funny name why should I?"

"It is my real name."

"Geir what does this mean?"

"Bhelem I am going to leave this world very soon. I need someone I can trust to take care of this world."

"Geir I don't know...what should I say?"

"Bhelem what I am about to tell you, must never be shared. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Geir what is it?

Many moments...

"WE DESTROYED THE WORLD AND KILLED ALL THE HUMES IN THE ALTERNATE REALITY?!"

"Bhelem you did not hear me correctly. The Golems killed all the Humes and Dwarfs. You did not destroy the world."

"What of the factories? Surely they were built by the machines to increase their forces?"

"None of the structures were built by the Golems. Every structure that was used in the Golems destruction of the world. Was built by the Humes of the other Dwarven World."

"Geir I have heard what you told me. But I don't understand why it can't still be stopped!"

"Bhelem there is one reason, this world will be destroyed without fail."

"Geir what is it?"

"Knowledge."

"Knowledge? How can that lead to ruin?"

"The Humes in this world will use any means, no matter how abhorrent or evil to satisfy their lust for "knowledge"."

"Geir I still do not understand?"

"Feel inside my outside pocket, on my parka there is a black memory card. Take it and recall the information inside your mind."

"This one Geir, it says "Project Lucifier Ophidian route"."

"Yes, Bhelem study it. Then tell me if knowledge is still something worth striving for."

A few moments later...

"Geir this cannot be true. So Miss Loreleia?"

"Yes, Bhelem she was stolen from the orphanage. Butchered and pulled apart so that they could learn of the path to eternal life. A little child who knew nothing, experimented on for a worthless cause."

Bhelem hits the dashboard of my car so hard it shatters into pieces.

"Geir what is the feeling?"

"Bhelem it is rage."

"How could they do such a thing!"

"Curiosity Bhelem. The search for knowledge at any price. It does not mind how demented or wicked the ways they use. They can explain it away, think of how it could help others or the whole race will prosper. The unfortunate victims of their search for knowledge. Suffering in total despair and all alone."

"Geir we have to stop this now!"

"Bhelem we stopped one problem. Now they will start another."

"Geir what do you mean?"

"The Golems are no longer a threat to this world. Now they are making Flesh Golems."

"FLESH GOLEMS!"

"Bhelem have you ever met Ezekiel?"

"Yes, I met Mister Ezekiel at the year end function. Why Geir?"

"Like yourself, he is also an artificial creation."

"GEIR WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"In the same building where Loreleia's butchered body was. They had made four Flesh Golems: Adam, Ezekiel, Eva and Set."

"How low can they possibly go?"

"The most hilarious part was when Adam was created. He was the so called perfect being. They made him to be their god."

"Geir this is not the time for joking around."

"Turn the card around and recall the other side."

A few moments later...

"Hahahahahahaha!" Bhelem is laughing out of shock at the magnitude of their demented wickedness.

"Geir thank you. I can see now."

"What is your reality now Bhelem?"

"To save the world they must die. This wickedness must not be allowed to spread. Not from this world, to any other worlds. Geir can I ask you something?"

"Yes, Bhelem?"

"Will you show me where you entered. So that I can close it."

"Yes, Bhelem thank you."

"Why thank me Geir? I am going to murder each and every Hume. I will not even let one child survive."

"In my Dwarven Worlds reality there is only grey rock, grass and some shrubbery left. Everything else has been destroyed. Your world will be different. There will be still something worth while."

"Geir..this I will do. The animals and plants will flourish."

"I am glad Bhelem."

"Geir how should I start?"

"Bhelem if you are not strong enough, to cast the chains that bind you, away by yourself. You will fail not only me, but this whole world."

"Geir at least give me a clue to start."

"Bhelem when I handed you the magazine. When you scanned the lines on the white panel. You were immediately deactivated. I wrote a certain pattern on it to release you from the binding in your mind. Look at the label what do you see?"

"IT IS A SOLID BLACK BLOCK. NO MATTER HOW I TURN MY HEAD IT STAYS BLACK!"

"Bhelem find a way, to design a mechanism. That can fool your own eyes and that can change the images. So that you will not fall prey to this design of yours."

"Geir how should I do that?"

Bhelem go to a shop, where they sell the goods for a festival or celebration. Buy glasses with the horizontal slats on them, that the fools use when celebrating. Then wear them secretly when you want to study objects and the like."

"GEIR DO NOT JOKE PLEASE!"

"Bhelem I am not playing the fool. The horizontal slats will block out at least half of the lines breaking up the image. Would the vision you see, still have the same readability then?"

"I see your schemes never cease to amaze Geir."

"Bhelem why believe me. Do you not see me as your enemy?"

"Geir you are a father to me. I would never be able to consider you me enemy."

"I see a father..."

"Geir what is wrong?"

"Bhelem when I leave this place. I will return to my world."

"Geir I will miss you."

"Bhelem in my world, not even one moment has passed. I also have not aged since I came here. I have been here for 16 suncycles. All those experiences will disappear like mist in the sun."

"Geir I cannot even understand how terrible that must be..."

"I was having a disagreement with a friend, she had also experienced something like this. I think I understand why she had become as bitter, as she is now."

"Geir do not worry she will be fine. If you are her friend then she need not worry. You will save her from herself!"

"Thank you Bhelem."

I pull my car close to some police tape.

"Come Bhelem let us leave."

"Where are we going Geir?"

"This is the building, where all of the minds that constructed the Future Technology Institute, where Loreleia was experimented on. Are having a conference."

"Then are you going to arrest them?"

"No, Bhelem my Grandmother is going to torture each one of them, till their minds and souls are broken completely."

"WHAT!? GEIR LADY TEELA IS GOING TO TORTURE THEM?!"

"Bhelem remember I know you, but you do not know me. My Grandmother is the cruelest Hume alive."

"Still Geir even if that impossible story is true. How will she torture them all. It would take months!"

"Bhelem my Grandmother's skills are not something to be taken lightly. She will break their unprepared minds in moments. They will feel as if they are experiencing torment of many suncycles. Then when she has broken them completely. The only think that will be left is the empty husk. No mind or soul, only an empty body."

"THIS CAN'T BE TRUE!"

I move to the buildings entrance.

"GEIR COME HERE!"

"YES, GRANDMOTHER!"

The buildings glass windows shatters.

"How many more. What are your names?"

"CASTRATE YOURSELF BEFORE YOUR NEW GOD LUCIFER."

"LUCIFER?! Who gave you that name? Sounds like a name only a fool would possess."

I fly backwards. I hit one of the police vehicles, it is thrown on its roof. I am inside the vehicle.

"GEIR!? NOOO!"

"Bhelem do not be alarmed. I was not paying attention. They say hubris breeds misfortune."

I stand up and out of the destroyed vehicle. One of the little twins attacks me. I pick him up and in one motion snap his neck and break his back on my knee. I cast him into some shrubbery. The other brat moves. He attacks overextending himself. I step on him with force. The bones make popping sounds he becomes limp. I cast him into the shrubbery.

"This will be the third "god" I will be breaking."

Again I fly back and hit the wall of the building. There is a crack. He hits me on my head. My skull is cracking.

"My Grandmother peaks out of one of the upper windows she has a broken scientist in her hand."Geir what are you doing? Break him quickly. I am running out of people on this floor."

I sigh deeply "Yes, Grandmother."

He has been hitting me for many moments. I do not defend or attack. The runes on my arm are almost full. He kicks me in the chest. It is full. I grab his throat I squeeze it tightly. I feel his throat collapse in my hand. He will only be stunned for a few moments. I put my hand on his head. The runes are moving through his skin. Suddenly they stop and disappear.

"WEAKLING THAT WILL NOT WORK ON A TRUE GOD."

I sigh "How unfortunate for you. You will suffer for many days. Let me use you, to let out some of my frustrations. I do not have a personal grudge against you. Grit your teeth."

"YOU CAN NOT TELL GOD WHAT TO DO!"

I punch him so hard on the face, his closing jaw bites off half of his tongue. MY GRANDMOTHER IS GOING TO BEAT ME SEVERLY! If he cannot beg for mercy properly. She will be very angry!

The next quarter of the day, I beat and kill the god and the brats over and over. I have broken at least 10 of the police batons on them.

The god has started crying.

I removed the godly power of the brats. I threw them against a wall to make sure. The emergency persons had to call for the air relief. I am sitting on the blue and black destroyed body of Lucifer.

The police are entering the building they are pushing out the scientists on wheelchairs. Some still have the rods my Grandmother used to torture them with, still sticking out of their skulls. Some are foaming at the mouth all of them have totally blank stares.

"Zeldalyn are you well?"

"GEIR IS THIS HOW YOUR WORLD WORKS?"

"No, even there my Grandmother is exceptional."

"CAN ANY OF THESE PEOPLE BE REHABILITATED!"

"Depends on how many parchments are attached to them."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?"

"If there are less than three parchments on their experiments file. They will be able to learn with great difficulty how to walk and speak again. Anymore than that. They have suffered the total destruction of their minds and souls. They are breathing corpses."

"GEIR THIS IS TERRIBLE!"

"Zeldalyn they were going to start with their evil experiments again. If someone experimented on them. Should they not feel proud, it is for the betterment of the Hume race is it not? The "Knowledge" will lead the Humes onto a better and brighter future?"

"Yes, Geir...our sins...I am sorry Geir for being so vain...they deserve their...punishment."

"PUNISHMENT! Make no mistake Zeldalyn this is retribution!"

"RETRIBUTION!?"

"They hurt Loreleia, now they feel my Grandmother's wrath."

"WHAT OF LUCIFER!?"

"I always wanted to give her a toy that cannot break. I killed Adam because he was trying to lecture me. He lost his "godliness" so he was already a broken toy. But as if by a miracle I found her a new one."

"WHAT?!" screams Zeldalyn.

Finish.