Isle's of the Gods.
I looked around to make sure I was alone, then dipped my fingers into the pouch, and procured the two eyeballs. The two bright blue eyes seemingly staring back at me, made me feel like heaven was watching. Only I knew better than to believe that heaven still existed. They were slowly losing their brightness, it was now or never. I put the angel eyes into my mouth and swallowed. The things I had done to get into the black market let alone afford these eyes still haunts me. But all I could tell myself is that it was for the greater good.
A feeling of deep nostalgia drifted over me, as they squished between my molars and the veils of the world merged into one. I could see reapers, demons, demi-gods, angels and other mythical creatures drifting in the distant skies. Like eagles preying on lost souls. The streets came to life with colourful energy currents and hues showing time prints from energetically powerful ancient events. But that wasn’t what I was looking for. I walk briskly down the intertwined streets, waiting for a feeling or a sign.
Finally, I felt it, between a sandstone building and a group of old makeshift huts, there was a set of stairs that lead deeper into the temples, towards the less visible areas. I descended down them and passed through a little door to a traditional Chinese court yard. I felt the immense energy bellow from inside. I entered the courtyard filled with red lanterns, traditional altars and old bonsai trees the size of an average human. It was beautiful.
I noticed a cellar door on the outskirts of the court yard. I walked over and grabbed one of the big iron ring door knobs and pulled it opened. A musty wind blew out and I felt old energy crawl over my skin. It was pitch dark inside, but the little light that made its way in showed that there was a stair case that descended deep under ground. I picked up the bottom of my withered black dress, stepped over the door frame onto the first step. I lit my last candle and began the descent. After a few minutes, I finally arrived at the bottom, where the air felt uneasy. Inside was an old wooden door with iron hinges and an indecipherable language carved into the wood. It looked prehistoric. I placed my hand on the door and felt the rush of ancient energy and enchantments protecting it. I took my hand back abruptly, settled my heart beat then proceeded to take the old iron bar off that was holding the door closed. I wondered if it was to keep the abyss inside or simply a hidden back door for demons or other things stuck on Earth.
The door slowly crept open by itself, as if it was inviting me to finally use it after so many years of being unnoticed. But all there was inside was darkness. I looked through the veil of shadows, which drifted over me like a magnetized energy field. I felt the pulse of death in the turbulent clusters of dark energy that crawled over me, but I managed to push through. Reaching my hands out, to feel for a change, a other side so to speak. The darkness was starting to compress down on me. My fingers finally reach a light space, a feeling of dry air, I lurched forward with all my remaining strength and tumbled out. The atmosphere felt light as if gravity had decided to hibernate. I stood, looking around in bewilderment. It was unlike anything I had ever seen nor imagined. A complex cluster of ancient bridges, connecting orbiting islands filled with gateways between different worlds. A place where all the magical creatures, mythical deity’s, angels, demons, gods, beasts and aliens far beyond the scope of humans travelled between time and dimensions. The epicentre of God activities. Or as I had once read in my great grand father's texts, the isles of the gods.
A feeling of shock comes to you when you are in a slum area in post apocalyptic Egypt after the one world order took over, and then you find yourself suddenly teleported to a seemingly mythical dimension in another time and place. It kind of unnerves your whole reality, up until the point when you open your eyes to what is past the door. I look around, captivated by the storks gliding on wind torrents amongst the rose hues of a triple sunned sunset. I put my hands on my cheeks, feeling the soft connection of skin and the faint pulse of my heart under my finger tips. I lowered my arm and trailed my fingers across my collar bone until I reached the ancient pendant of Azarath. I felt the light feeling of energy flow through me as I called upon my ancestor's power. The memory’s of my previous lives flowed before my mind. After all that I had experienced, I wondered most what layed beyond this sunset. I hoped the world had something more in mind for me, but I had come to accept the fate of a forgotten outcast in a dystopian paradise. This was truly a last ditch effort to find something more than the bleak reality I was born into. To find a purpose greater than what I had seen, a life worth the struggle of surviving.
But as the sun’s last tendrils danced along the top of the mountainous horizon of floating islands, I let out a breath, one that I had held on for a long time. I choose the path that created a fire in my soul. I walked over the ancient red bridge into the abyss of an unknown shadow reality. My resolve burning through my flesh, the ancient qi shone through the lining of my soul and lit the path to my destiny. Transcending human emotions, I endeavour to become the god eater. But before I can ascend, I will walk for many mortal years amongst the enigmatic waste lands of a grave yard for the forgotten gods.
Idols, statues and totems from foreign and exotic planets scattered the mystic plane, creating a colourful spiral of colours and reflections of extravagant metals and jewels gifted to the once cherished gate keepers of our highest realms. Torn from Earth and other places, along with the temples, churches and holy lands where they resided.
When gods die, it’s like they, and everything associated with their existence, get sucked into this other dimension piling onto an infinite mess of ancient books, enchanted objects and members of other forgotten ancient times. Feeble spirits and demi-gods searched the waste lands for objects of use. Powerful spirits fought in the sky, creating whirlwinds of snows on the mountains on the highest floating islands, their energy creating snow flakes that drifted down to the surrounding islands and into the abyss below. I wondered where I would fall too if I stepped off the edge. But I discarded the thought and set my intentions back to my main mission. Finding God, the creator of humans.
