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Author's Note
This is a short two-parter prequel to Nosgothian Tales. For those who really want to know who Jimmy is the first chapter of NT explains all. For those who like a little mystery, ignore the other parody.
,NCA
Elder Blues or How a Certain Deity Stopped Caring and Learned to Love the Plight of Destiny
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The Elder God was regarded as the big cheese, large enough to counteract and compliment Raziel's whine. Also he was known as the wheel of fate and in his younger days the wheel of fortune.
There were two defining moments that transpired in this dietys long existence, that gradually redefined his play within humanity. The first, lay through the machinations of seducing Moebius into his good graces and the other fell, with remaking a certain blue babe as the devourer of souls.
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Jimmy sighed, it had been a long tiring day. The Ancients were constantly on his back, whining about the little things, like the three day grime build up round back. You see they considered the vampire cidatels first janitor, slightly below their good graces. This displeased the disgruntled civil servant, whom had no qualms against subtlety voicing his dismay.
Soon a silent rebellion tainted his duties in a less than dignified manner. Toilet seats magically disappeared, floors remained gritty in the corners and single lumps of dirt tormented the obsessive compulsives. This often left a few of the more impressionable Ancients curled up in a kind of fetal embrace.
Despite appeals to have the boy disciplined, Janos Audrons kinder older brother, Cedric, abhorred confrontations. Cedric controlled the human staff and ensured their stay amongst the vampires was at the very least trouble free. The Ancient constantly battled his predatory nature, displaying a sweeter persona. The humans, especially Jimmy, loved to take advantage of the poor fool and constantly flaunted their half assed jobs, receiving nothing but praise.
Yet somehow, Jimmy felt unfulfilled, as if there was more to life than cleaning the reminents of Voradors drunken celebrations. His jealousy was constantly fueled by the reminder of the circle, this class of human come vampire that enjoyed a luxury he supported. This in itself was enough to encourage the sanitary officer to forget placing the mini soaps and shampoos in the Guardians chambers.
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One day, Jimmy came across a peculiar child, sitting alone viewing out of the chambers balcony towards the pillars. The boy seemed introverted, rather skinny and around his age. The sun was yet to set and all the other vampires were still asleep. Except for Janos, always the early riser and ever the keen instructor. On the other side of the room, Jimmy noticed the vampire holding a small rodent, as he began to walks towards the child.
Janos: I'm afraid one of my dear tabbies had a little too much fun last mourn. This poor creature was dropped amongst my possessions as a kind of gift.
Mortanius: Master, it grieves me to hear of your plight.
Janos relented a tad, then bowed down looking into the boys eyes.
Janos: You are young my boy, thank the Elder god, we found you in time. Not every child we cross, is trapped in a graveyard full of zombies thanks to their gift!
The Ancient chuckled.
Janos: Besides, we all must start somewhere.
Mortanius: Very well.
With that, the boy turned allowing Jimmy a better view from his hiding place, an archaic air duct that led down to the servant quarters. Mortanius's eyes glowed, revealing a vacant pair, unmarred by pupils as what appeared to be the rodents spectral form reinhabited its former vessel. For a moment the carcass twitched, then lay still.
Janos: Very good my child, now it is time to return the creature to the wheel of fate.
Mortanius nodded and redirected his attentive gaze to the mouses limp visage. With a cold stare and a simple flick of the wrist the creature's soul returned to the netherworld. With that, the Ancient patted the boy lovingly on the back and left the room.
Jimmy sat gob-smacked, a boy his own age filled with such power, this gave him an inner fire fueling the flame of hope. That the coin could turn, revealing a path superior to his own, one filled with possibilities. Another phrase came to mind, the wheel of fate. Amongst the humans this concept had been a mere myth, however this situation changed the boys perspective. If the rodents soul, truly had been returned, than the Nosgothian God surely did exist. With his mind reeling, the dutiful janitor left in a rather ecstatic mood.
Within the chamber, Mortanius groaned staring at the pile of vermin, Janos seemed to enjoy bringing him. What a waste, surprised his tutor hadn't noticed the growing collection, Mortanius wondered if the janitor would ever arrive to clean up this small massacre. The child began to doubt that the Ancients were taking his gift seriously, somehow, crossing over rodent souls seemed beneath deaths own agent.
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Jimmy strained under the glare of his torches light, the library was empty, revealing not a soul. The hand of sanitary perfection, slowly scrawled over various records depicting the deity that would deliver him from the grotesque grasp of Ancient hygiene.
His new God was displayed in three conflicting manners. The first portrayed the creature as a gigantic wheel, forever turning and the other as a winged warrior sporting vampire traits. Each of the Ancient texts showed this particular view and glorified the mass as their own. However, Jimmy did discover a side note from a race called, the Hylden. In their view, the Elder God was a gigantic tenticalled squid, a parasitic entity clinging to the very foundations of Nosgoth.
Jimmy laughed at such a ridiculous idea, his new God, a benevolent, all powerful squid. Naturally filled to the brim with an abundance of all seeing eyes and an Orson Welles complex. Orson Welles of course, in Nosgothian history, being a driven, deep voiced egomaniac, claiming to be the vampiric well, from which all life began. Sadly, it turned out this creature was merely an insane fashion designer from Willendorf with political aspirations.
Having spent half the night searching through various vampiric texts, Jimmy finally found a paragraph of immediate relevance. A possible location was given, stating the dwelling of the vampire oracle. Surprisingly, the Gods chamber was suspiciously close, a nearby cave beneath the laundry wing. Surely this place would be gaurdered, then again, according to the texts, the vampires had fell from Gods good graces. Jimmy rest assured that entering the chamber would be less than difficult.
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Jimmy started out life brandishing a strong optimistic side, worn in a stride, mocking the overtures associated with wearing a badge. Despite this overwhelming non-fatalistic ebb that donned his early character, Jimmy was at a loss for words upon noticing who had arrived at the Elder Gods sanctuary first. Curse that spoilt Guardian and his pet Ancient.
Janos: Mortanius, I hesitated to bring you here initially. However, one day there would be questions regarding the purpose of your duty. This chamber provides the last known connection to our deity. As we fell from grace, he rejected us and forever silenced his tales.
Mortanius seemed less interested by every passing second as his teacher continued to prattle on endlessly about this supposed God. The youth was slightly more enraptured with an insistent inner struggle. His room was starting to hint of an unpleasant odor and the floor had acquired an interesting layer of dust. Mortanius was unaware of the cleaning staff and assumed things were taken care of magically. So the young Necromancer was slightly concerned when the socerey was starting to wear off a tad. It was hard enough sleeping during the day without a mountain of mouse carcasses glaring at his limp form.
Jimmy, hiding behind a boulder close to the caverns pool, was very enraptured with the conversation and starting to come to his own conclusions. Maybe the Elder God would have been slightly more involved with his 'children', if they hadn't built the laundry quarter over his domain. Not to mention certain human slaves using the pool as the main designated laundry area.
After an hour, that captured the essence of an eternity for Jimmy, the pair left. With a quick glance around the chamber to ensure all were absent, he took a second to collect his thoughts. The room was large, there was a door to his left that seemed to need a special key and the walls displayed several murals of vampire origin.
There was a brief creaking sound, then a resounding thud, as the door violently opened of its own free will, revealing a long chamber. Jimmy tensed, wondering if his best option was to blindly travel down a strange corridor. Knowing Nosgoth, a number of possibilities came to mind of what may transpire. The hallway might be possessed, filled to the brim with zombies in a matter of seconds, erupting from the ground bellow. Strange skeletal glorified door knocker might shoot arrows towards his person or lakes of acid could grace the delicately decorated floor.
This was not the time to be afraid his God waited a few mere steps away. Holding his breath, the boy graciously began a slow funeral march down the hallowed hall. A sudden slam, as the door behind him closed, then silence. Nothing happened, a few steps forward, then still an absence of abrupt physical pain. With a grateful sigh, Jimmy walked down the eternally long hallway and opened the large doorway at its end.
The sight before the boy was magnificent, a singular light penetrated the room from the cavins below to the chambers very heavens. Again murals littered the walls of the room and what seemed to be strange fonts circled the inner sanctum. Jimmy dared to pear below, revealing a magnificent circle representing the wheel itself. Suddenly a booming voice entered the young sanitation officers ears.
Elder God: I am the hub of the wheel, the engine of life and in my younger days the Gypsy sphere of fortune. Child step forward.
Jimmy couldn't believe his luck, before him Nosgoths very creator spoke, something the vampires hadn't experienced in centuries.
Jimmy: My Lord, I am a humble servant, I dare not to grace your presence.
Elder God: (evil little laugh that can only be muttered by the ever talented Tony Jay) That may be so, however I have a larger scheme to entrust within you capable hands.
Jimmy: I am willing to accept any task.
Elder God: Good, Jimmy the Janitor, you are special in more ways than accredited towards those menial labors once preformed. For now, like Mortanius, a Guardian, you are worthy to join those special ranks. However your identity shall be recrafted.
The Elder God found the name Jimmy the Time Streamer, as counter productive to the evil machinations the duty required. Somehow the future Kain and the Wraith Raziel would take the fellow less seriously, if at all. For he had seen it, there was only one course of action.
Jimmy: Recrafted?
Elder God: Yes, from this day forth, my dear agent, you shall be known as Moebius, the Guardian of Time.
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