The Last Azvisalokya by Mii Ryouma (red scrolls of magic txt) 📕

SECRETS

 

 

 

 

Hi,

I am a spirit watcher in this universe.
You can't see me, or hear me, or even feel my presence now, here by your side, my hand on your shoulder, while your eyes are reading those words.
Don't be afraid of me, of the unknown, of the different...
Once you come to see its real essence, you'll find how beautiful it is...even in its darkest incarnation.

 

To be a human, a spirit, a saatnee, or even a demon.. means you are one among the amazing creatures of God, living in this multidimensional universe.

 

This is about my world...
Ancient prophecies are candles enlightening the time path...
Don't be surprised to see them alive, walking around...
The time is set...
It is time...

 

 

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- I used in this book The Harvard-Kyoto Convention to write words in Sanskrit.

 

 - English is my third language, and I'm trying my best.. So, helpful feedback and comments are the most appreciated.

 

PREFACE

 

 

 

 

 

04/07/1917,
Namaka, the closest dimension to Earth, an under-oceans civilization :

 

          On the dry land, Lucida, the fierce demon warrior; wearing her war skull armor, was moving fast, carrying behind her a beautiful strange blue-grey creature. That was a Namakan female child, tightly tied up, in what it seemed like some kind of visible fire power strings. The Namakan was floating unconsciously. Her tired small body, partially covered with shiny black circles, was trembling. Her black thin lips were gasping for air. Her huge golden eyes were half opened with black tears there, painting curved lines on her face, and soaking her curly long hair in a deeper indigo shaded color instead of its warm purple.

 

          The Namakan female was not the only one suffering. It was true that she couldn't live more than few hours without being in water: her natural environment. But Lucida also, was in a very unusual pain. She was a demon who could easily manipulate the fire power; and even for a top class warrior, to be in a water-dimension (Namaka) meant weakening her powers with every breath she exhaled.

 

          In that hostile atmosphere, a planet of oceans and black sharp rocks. She was carrying her prey, and heading towards the sacred Namaka moon temple. Which was majestically, showing its six golden sparkling domes under the red moonlight, and floating as if it was a Flying fortress.

 

          It was absolutely a terrifying moment, even for a demon warrior like Lucida, when land began to merge with oceans under her feet. Namaka was in a chaos, it was as if this dimension was dying along with that Namakan female child.

 

          With every teardrop, oceans gained over land. With her gasping, devastating quakes tormented the heart of this planet. Even the eclipsed midnight red moon, began to show on its surface some black shades.

 

That was a crucial time.

 

          Namaka was painting its destiny in darkness, with no life energy left, all drained by its living creatures. For two thousand years, with each birth on this planet, the slightest amount of energy was taken, until its lifecycle was about to end. Namaka needed its energy back, to begin a new two millenniums lifecycle again; as it was forever since the unknown past.

 

          Without its life energy, the beginning of a horrifying era was certainly inevitable: the annihilation of all Namaka. Or, in the best way, life energy would be taken from other closest dimensions, through the opened bloody moon gate. That should bring this universe, including Earth, to a period of unbalanced energy. Darkness would be spread, causing catastrophes in every part of it.

 

          Those inevitable side effects were collateral damages in Sahed's eyes, that's how he used to call those kinds of catastrophic consequences.

 

(For a divinity he was, all creatures were going to die one day or another. It didn't matter for him the loss, since life energy was returning home after every lifecycle of each dimension.)

 

          He was waiting inside the sacred moon temple for Lucida, his servant, to bring that special Namakan. Sahed was already done with the preparations of the sacrifice ritual, the Namakan female sacrifice. She was the fruit, born at the end of this era carrying inside her body the life energy of Namaka.

 

          That was not her choice to make, nor her parents', it was her destiny. She was trusted with the most sacred mission, the chosen to carry the purest life energy inside her body, and then to give it back to its origins in a sacrifice ritual, under the bloody eclipsed moon.

 

          From her heart to Namaka heart, she had to die in a painful way to give others life.
That would be Sahed's responsibility,
to make sure every dimension was going to survive for another lifecycle.
That time, he was the one performing the ritual under the bloody moon light inside the sacred temple.

 

          Lucida entered the shield field of her master who was projecting his power, protecting this sacred place. She appeared in front of the sculptured golden-turquoise entrance of the temple, kneeling, bowing her head in the most respective way.

 

          Sahed's Piercing sharp golden eyes glanced down to her, it made her heart sunken in freezing blood, then turned his attention to the circle of light in front of him, and muttered:
"you're late.." ,
That was the voice Lucida feared and respected the most, more than the demons army leader's, or even her lord's himself.
"Hand over the Azvisalokya." And added after a brief silence "I need my full energy ".

 

          The Namakan floated slowly to the light circle. Once she was on the floor in the center of that light, the fire power strings disappeared. Lucida still kneeling finally asked:
- "May I return to keep an eye on the outside? Master."
- "leave." The answer came rapidly, and the power shield already gone.
- "Thank you master." and (woooosh) she disappeared along with her voice in a blink of an eye.

 

THE RITUAL

 

          Lucida left the temple entrance, and went outside to accomplish her duty, which had been as always obeying her master. She was Sahed's bodyguard, his servant, and his right arm. She was a fierce demon warrior, the symbol of evil and darkness, and could never put a foot inside a sacred place like the moon temple. Yet, her master was the ultimate incarnation of pure life energy and light.

 

          Inside the sacred moon temple; surrounded by mesmerizing mosaic in gold, silver, and every shade of blue. Sahed, the human-lookalike divinity in the center under the opened roof was wearing a white and gold vestment, with scarlet strange symbols written on. The same symbols but in white light, were binding the Namakan Azvisalokya to the light circle in a crucifixion way.
किरण दर्शपूर्णमास हर्म्य

 

          He was himself bound to that ritual circle. Under the red moonlight, that writing was crawling slowly, burning his skin with deep scarlet tattoos. It went the same for the unconscious Namakan.

 

          He glanced through that opening in the roof, admiring profoundly his long-life partner, the red moon. It was there, a divine beauty in the center of the opened circle, appeared as it was surrounded by the six majestic golden domes.

 

          When he closed his eyes, his left forefinger ring turned into an open book suddenly appeared between his hands.
He opened his eyes and read something in a strange language:
" vikasitanayanavadanakamala " . ( विकसितनयनवदनकमल ) = opening lotus-like eyes and mouth.

 

          The blue gray Namakan child opened her eyes and mouth. Shocked, tried, but could not move, or scream, or say anything, or understand what was going on.
"An important part of the ritual is accepting your destiny " Sahed kept speaking with his freezing voice, this time to the shaking frightened child who was struggling in the worst desperate way. " we owe you an explanation... " He added.

 

I'm dying! Can't breathe... I need to see Aenon (her little brother), hopefully..He was able to survive that demon attack. Please please please please pleaaaaase... my body is burning like hell...I don't think I can keep taking care of you, or even see you, little beautiful love...Oh my dear! ... (That's what she was thinking about).

 

           Sahed continued explaining "you were born with Namaka energy inside your body, your duty is to give it back to save your world... that will end your life... "He paused for few seconds, but it seemed like forever for her.

 

          She tried not only once, or twice, or hundred times to close her eyes when he was speaking, she wanted desperately to picture, for the last time in her existence, her little brother smiling, but couldn't close them. They were widely opened, and fixed to the red moon in Namaka night sky.

 

          Deeply frustrated, she was suffering in pain and agony. Black tears started flooding, blurring the sight of the moon.
The last words she heard from him were "you have one granted wish."

 

She tried to smile but couldn't. To die for someone she loved, to give her sweet little brother life she believed he deserved.

 

You take care of Aenon, my final request.

 

          A sphere of light, a very small one, appeared from that ancient book in Sahed's hands, and flew away in lightning speed, that was her granted wish.

 

          The most horrifying moments were about to begin. Sahed step by step, started very slowly circling the Azvisalokya, he was reading again from the book he was holding with his left hand in that strange language "candraja... jenya... param ananda... azvisalokya ." He tore the papyrus from his book with his right, rolled it up into a scroll, and spoke "sasyesti".

 

          Sahed still slowly circling when Red smoke appeared in his hand, and turned magically the scroll into a small curved dagger. Without the slightest hesitation, he went to that dying child, and stabbed ruthlessly her right palm.
Terrible mighty thunder was heard, Blood and tears couldn't scream. Her widely opened eyes started to change color, from bright gold, to a shaded golden-brown, her breathing went faster and faster.

 

 

         He repeated what he did "candraja... jenya... param ananda... azvisalokya." . . . "sasyesti" and aimed this time for her left Palm.

Again and again,
Not only her eyes, hands, and feet were bleeding; but also his. Being bound to the ritual circle with that burning tattooed skin, and all those bloody deep wounds, had one explanation: Sahed was sharing with this child the ultimate sacrifice.
          He was killing himself too...
          That was his curse.