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[Part Two: Black Bubble]

3
Reaching land
And the

Fate beckoned Lowell McWilliams, one might say, for on the cold desert like sheet of ice came echoes sliding to his ears, echoes from a Polar Eskimo, in this geographical isolated land. Oaassaaluk, a seer of sort whose husband was an Eskimo like her, and hunter and the master seer, was now alone with her children by her side, all waiting along the coast with their traditional sledge of: whalebone joined together with sealskin, no rivets or nails. They had journeyed a long way. She was now moving briskly with her dogs along side herdogs which were restlessly guarding her, as well as useful for the sleigh. Now the shore passed quickly before Lowell’s eyes, catching the glimpse of the female Eskimo. She had two young children by her side, along with the four dogs, he noticed, yet she was small framed, yet prettyan eye catcher he told himself.

Build strong with a round face, almost harmless, but for some odd reason, he knew she wasn’t; I mean, how could she be harmless and with two children in the frozen North like this, waiting by a shore of ice in ten below zero weather. She had willed the boat over, he could see the roof of her tent, plus she had been cooking something. The atmosphere looked good, he was hungry, more than hungry, he was next to starving, and he had a dead body to look at, which was becoming disheartening. Behind the tent was a fairly good size igloo, standing at the lips of a cliff, somewhat lost in the vastness of the almost all white, snowy landscape. He had never used his ore once, it was all by the force that the boat found its way to the shoreline; some hidden force of this Eskimo woman he knew, whose name he’d fine out was Oaassaaluk: yes, the boat was brought to shore by her will.

Lowell had learned as he met young Oaassaaluk, and her two children, that she was from an Inuit tribe from Greenland, a Thule tribe. When she scented the dead man in the boat, she was a bit fearful, hoping he was not ill-treated during his life, lest he come back to haunt them. She spoke the language of the Inuit’s from Greenland, and thus, performed a ritual that evening for the dead man. She circled him like a wolf, wondering if he was going to come back and haunt them, then like thunder in the middle of the night, as the fire was going down, somewhat flickering out, she ran outside of the tent she had, with a sharp tooth for a knife, a tooth from a huge bear, and stabbed him again and again through the heart, to insure he was dead, and would not come back and haunt her children and her; Lowell saw it all, as he had stayed by the fire, and the children in the igloo saw nothing.

She was well understood by/or to Lowell, he didn’t’ know why or how, but it seemed she had some supernatural power to make it sothus they communicated without any problems. As he looked at his friends body, she had scalped him, turned his eyes, mouth, ears and genitals inside out, saying, “it is better my new friend, to kill him once and for all, than to have him follow us at night.” Lowell said not a word. He had thought his wife was dangerous, but Oaassaaluk was far more vicious should she want to be, more than Shauna had ever thought of being.

As the days and weeks passed, they both found themselves sleeping together in the tent as one as one would feel to a wife or husband, and he learned many things of her, and she of him. They even taught each other their personal songs. She explained, Perlussuaq was their evil spirit, who could wish living creatures ill, and she believed his friend had met the evil spirit, and thus, he was doomed. Had Lowell continued down the river, his fate would had been the same she explained, but the evil spirit was lazy, and did not think she was close by and therefore felt it had time to squander, for the spirit was looking for her but her magic created kind of black bubble around her so he could not smell, or see her: detect her in anyway. But once she had used her powers, she had opened herself up, had come out of that safety zone, thus was open to his wickedness, it was why she hand to insure the man was dead.

She had taught Lowell by this time, spoken charms, and to chant them softly. And about the taboos of food, and eating of meat: basically, the age mattered as did the kind of animal, and sex. Should he eat the heart, his vitality would diminish. He’d explain to her of his wife whom would use her skills in black magic to insure he’d do as she wanted. But Oaassaaluk never said a word bad about his wife; she turned out to be a good listener. And as the days passed they become not only lovers, but soul mates. In the mornings she’d cook eggs, and have meat, coffee made, where she got those items, he never knew nor asked, but his supplies were almost depleted, and so he was thankful she had a resource, whatever it was.

In her beliefs, she knew she had a soul [her breath], she told Lowell; matter of fact, she had three ‘breaths,’ if not more, so she indicated, and life was everlasting and She wore amulets, the skin of the upper jaw of a bear her recent husband was killed by, of which, she endowed with pride and courage. And she had in her tent, and in the igloo, skulls of foxes.

[Interlude III] Lowell, as time went by, found his new mate to be most desirable, and seemingly had all but forgotten Shauna, his wife. He now preferred the warmth of his new mate, of which she was more than willing to provide for him. She, Oaassaaluk had produced in him a swimming sensation of bliss he had never felt before; one that accepted death, before idealism. His face flushed when they met often; at the same time his hair became stimulated to its roots. Her gracious spirit drove him insanely excited.

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Evil Spirits

The Demon’s Ark

Born from the horns
Of a wingless archangel
With the pulse of
Perpetual night
Lo, the demonic horizon:
Mortals jagged plight.

It was in January, of the year l910; Lowell had been missing for months without any word to civilization, that he was alive. And suddenly when Oaassaaluk had returned one morning back to the camp, she was ill, very ill. Oaassaaluk’s husband had been an ‘angakkoq,’ shaman, or priest, and she had learned much from him. He was the interpreter of the signs, and he was her precedence, and the evil spirit was mad at Oaassaaluk for saving the white man, taking Lowell away from him. As he was angry at Oaassaaluk’s husband previously; for they had been escaping, running away from itthe evil spirit, as to not have to give it respect, it wanted, respect in the form of worship, which it pleaded for, and swore it would get revenge should they not give it.

In consequence, in fear and faith they had run a thousand miles, and then of course the evil spirit sent the bear to kill the husband, and she had been lonely and would not sleep with the evil spirit and hid from it; out of loneliness, isolation, and knowing the evil spirit was on a rampage, she helped Lowell escape its deadly intent, his unknowing it; hence, he evaded his fate of death; now she had taken him as her mate. She sang ‘ajajas,’ calling on the good spirits to help her. Her illness was unceasing though; she became mute and extremely violent at times, then temperate as lamb, yet she held onto Lowell as if he was her breath, or part of it. As she lay dying day after day, Lowell had found himself much in love with her; he loved her dearly, so much so, he stayed with her night and day without eating, only preparing food for the children. He had also found out he did not want to return to his home in the lower states to face his bewitched wife whom kept him as a slave; life was less valuable than he had thought, if it was to be without his Oaassaaluk.

It was a deadly night when he sat in the igloo by her side as she was dying, when all of a sudden out of nowhere, people he had never met seemed to come in and out to the igloo, he knew they were ghost’s from the sky, but he said nothing. They were having a feast of some kind, laughter, drums sounded, in the space of a few days, it looked like a village outside the igloo, it had become over populated, fifty people maybe. Despite the influx, the snow did not stop them or the cold, or the small igloo, the guests were puckered eyed, and talked in her concise language.

In the summer of l911, the bodies of Oaassaaluk and Lowell were found, side by side, ugly in the sun, skin rotting as if they were a black bubble of flesh, harnessed to one another like a team of dogs. He had tied himself to her, and ordered the ghosts to tie him tighter, so tight, he’d not be able to get out; for it was said no one could have done it alone. And so as he had wished, they died together, arms and body entangled around one anther. From the edge of the cliff, where the igloo was, the two children were gone.

Nightmare

He lives within the deep
Where others never sleep
Monstrous fathoms below,
Where Lava Rivers flow,
And crowding waters rush.

He is the nightmare demon
With a flat, untraversable form
Lying in a bottomless tomb,
Haply awakened from doom
Thirsting diabolical ruin!…

Author and Poet: Dennis L. Siluk: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com/

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Little is known of this person, but I shall tell you what is known of him. Underneath Moiromma’s four hundred feet of ice is a dead planet, much like Earth’s moon; similar to a big snowball in the heavens, might be a better description of Moiromma. But, as I was about to say, underneath this ball of ice and snow was at one time, seas and rivers beautify flows of water and flowers everywhere, now tunnels, caverns and sink holes. At one time this planet was alive and beautiful, one of the most stunning discs in the solar system, now but a fossil to its inhabitants. And like earth it had its disastrous times, its meteor bombardments, if you will; its volcanic disruptions; its tsunami crushing [title] waves. It was not all that long ago when all the ice age prevailed, took over the planet, soaked deep within the planets crust. At which time an earthquake took place causing a vertical displacement of thirty-five miles. It was the biggest quake the planet had ever seen. It tossed ice, land and living beings and creatures into its cold abyss.

The tsunamis waves traveled through the ice eight hundred miles an hour, giving no warning to the planets inhabitants, faster than any seismic wave they had ever endured. There is no such thing as a warning system on Moiromma, all fend for themselves one might say. They never knew what hit them, yet it happenes about every decade, not as big as the most recent one though.

This time the ice sheets blew open like a water spout flinging ice forty feet into the air, and all that was on it. Two thousand inhabitants died. This knocked the planet off its axis. The magnitude of the tremors kept everyone running for days on end.

Iazrak [or IK for short], the brother of Jokaneen, and friend of the old king of Moiromma, was a man of honor and valiant, in the name of bruthood on Moiromma; which of course is a virtue there. Unlike his peers, he had never died, not even once. He lived on an island of ice, on ice with a moat surrounding his small ice-fortress. In the evenings many of the villagers would come and visit IK with their families for a few hours, there he’d tell all the tales he had memorized from the comings and goings on of the many inhabitants of the planets known about within the solo systems, to include the old kings that once ruled the planet, and the great fight he once had with a foe. He was one of the peace makers you could say, but not quite involved with politics. He was more a seer, an odd kind of sort, and encouraged all to live a harmonious life. He talked about the wars before the ice came onto Moiromma, and how the old kings fought the Mountain Lords, the warriors of the olden days. He had said the planet had many trees at one time that gave the Lords much shelter from the Archking of Moir I, and his son King Moir II. And he mentioned the cobblestone streets and long summer days that was part of Moiromma at one time in the past. And all his listeners, some two-hundred from the villages nearby would listen night after night of his tales.

At times he’d even create great excitement with the stories, makeup what he had to, to entertain the people that is, add fiction to fact you could say; but some took a dubious intent to them, if not down right scorn; out of fear and hatred and ignorance, thus, they plotted his demise, his death, his assassination. There were three such zealots in the village that did this plotting.

It would seem they had a stranger walked through the village, IK was the mayor of sort, untitled, but the only spokesman they had, and when the inhabitants so asked him to be, to bestow his wisdom upon their deliberations, he would. This of course, also infuriated the plotting three, the evil doers, whom wanted to dominate the village for their own benefits.

Assassins, that is what they were, for their theme and plot could be seen no other way; hence, the day came around when the crime was imprinted in their brains to go ahead and commit to it. When one looks at this picture, s/he must remember, the planet had only small, very small villages for the most part, since the king had died in battle and was shifted off to another planet, thus it was full of cell groups mostly, hunting groups, or as I had mentioned, tiny villages per se. The whole planet had only about 20,000-inhabidents to it. And the ones not living in the cell groups, or family packs, and some two or three families to a pack, lived hermit style, or on their own; you may ask why when city-states are more productive, and protective, and I have not the answer, it is just the way it was. Next, let us not forget the assassins, for they are over the horizon, getting their plans in order. With no discipline, there is no law, and with no law there are no limits, thus, the assassins felt: who can harm us? Sinister men of greet greed and lust or power control, and the little material wealth the village had to offer they wanted to use that power.

It came to pass, by way of a rumor that spread wildly throughout the village, Iazrak would meet his death should he remain in the village, and this got to his ears by way of the village folks. It really was meant to scare Iazrak out, without having to murder him, psychological warfare one might conclude. But this was not to take place, helpless the villagers were on Iazrak’s behalf, he accepted only the good will of the people that should he remain in the village to be ‘careful.’

Jokaneenbegged her brother to stop his gatherings, hoping to stop the diabolical will of the assassins but the dimmable plotting against his life was to be carried out.

It would be fair to say, from that time on, no one really slept easily in the village, not as they had before; matter-of-fact, they slept so uneasy, a strange thing took place. One morning IK looked out his ice window to see the whole village deserted; there was only him and the three assassins left. Hence, this little nest of anarchy at the present had lost its control factor, its power-grid if you will; its life support, its reason for the kill to go on.

As time passed, the three found themselves bickering drinking rat alcohol, and ice-bug wine; the humdrum of life on Moiromma had returnedfor the most part, back to how it was before [bleak and dreary], but without one’s neighbors. The eyes of the three had lost their lust for life. It was shortly after this period when his sister talked him out of leaving, and joining a cell group, thus, retelling his stories, and adding one to it, the one you just heard. And to be honest, he was quite happy to be the storyteller.

Note: both (parts I & II), stories, written on 12/27/04 in draft form; rewritten 1/2/05. Revised, 6/14/05 Story of “The Cadaverous Planets #22

Author Dennis Siluk
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Port of Poseidonia: Eventualities
[The Cosmic Lovers] Second Component [chapter 5 thru 9]

Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have its secrets, and dark powers, for it surely did. And this sketch will bring forth, some of themin the depths of Hell and its boundaries. (Part VIl)

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Aon

The Hippokamp, Aon, (connoisseur of love and female form) appeared in the waters off the Great Rock, the mountain top that hid Atlantis from not only the Earthly physical world, but from the underworld of the spirits; thus, he appeared while the beautiful Ais was bathing in the waters off the big rock. No introductions needed to be said; there the Hippokamp emerged from the waters with another seahorse. He gazed into her eyes remembering the borrowed romance he had with her so many years ago

“Don’t leave,” she asked Aon, in a polite and shy way, and for the next few hours she explained what had taken place; then like before, like so may years ago:

The sound of the lyre came sweat and clear,
Upon the poetic notes of the Hippokamp
In the dark far off waters of Hades:
Archkingdom, of all breath and land in Hell.

“Yes,” said Aon, to Ais, trying to comfort her after playing the lyre, “Yes, death cannot hide in Hell, the Hordes of Hell know who belongs to them, and it is just a matter of time. That is why they didn’t take you. Possibly fate brought me back here to you, I had sensed, whatever fate there is in the Great Gulf of Hell, and here we are.

She allowed Aon to come closer to her, now knowing the nature of a Hippokamp and in particularly Aonfor they are known to make love for hours on end, but they seldom produce children; and again I say, even among themselves seldom do they have offspring. And with a different species like Ais was, or is, it has never happened to man’s knowledge. But she knew his nature, and still allowed him to come close, for it was true when she said:

“You have come to my mind on several occasions and each time I was hot and barmy with passionwith the thoughts of having you.”

She knew he wanted her, and it was becoming clear to her, that she wanted him.

On another note, Aon knew he had seduced her last time, this time, would be different, it had to be, she was too vulnerable, and he wanted her for a much longer time, and did not want a part of her, but all or nothing. She seemed to be in a daydream all of a sudden, so Aon interrupted her, “Don’t get lost in the past,” he told the beautiful, long haired queen, with her slender shoulders and pear shaped bottom. She was more spellbound, caught in the love making of over ten-thousand years ago.

6
Law of the Cosmos
Agaliarept says

Hideously all the tales the king had heard of, heard about Hell, that crawled up from hell into his kingdom with its infamous heroes, revolving around ages of humanity, legends that seemed unbelievable of giants and supernatural angelic beings were all coming to the surface now. The king reasoned with his thoughts:

‘As I stand on this dock waiting for another kind of death, I am learning slowly, learning like a disease, I am a disease, cast into the form of a spirit. Nothing in a person’s life is spared from the spirit. When you violate the structure of the spirit, what it was made for, it haunts you. All I see are glimpses of people looking at me, a hundred, a thousand, all idly looking at me. Today I am the glory of Hell, tomorrow, someone else. Things will grow old quick here I see; what was royal before on earth is shallow here in hell. The Royal Demonic, they also have their grim pageantry, their shapes and illusive, intangible, jubilees I see: these are the vitally existent spirits of the here and now. All promoting the vision of hell: that it is better to be a free demon in hell, with rank and royalty to be earned, than a slave in the cosmos, in the heavens of the Almighty God. This is their credo. This is their lust. Homo sapiens are no more than wild beasts here; made to server here or there: or to a silent death it may be, for there are 72-deaths know to the universe. And the other creatures whomever they are have recognizable human features, but unnatural or uncommon ones, such as two many fingers or none at all, or no bones in their frames, no skin on their bones, or several heads. There is always something about their mouths and teeth, always, it is alarming.’

Still on the landing dock, Agaliarept notices he is in a trance, dreaming of days forward or past, he kind of knows Ais has met Aon, and they, they are making love, and Agaliarept smiles, for they both know the wildness of the nymphs, for although they are not called that, they are that in their most deep rooted thoughts, and it is part of their natures.

“Yes, King of Atlantis,” he said that so all could see whom he was talking to, “Yes you, she is with Aon now, and they are not thinking about you. She is not bound by Hell, she is caught in-between, and so will be judged differently, so we have no power over her, oh a little pulling, but we need not do that, she is clouded by the lyrist. She will be busy for six-hours, if not more.” The Henchman laughs hysterically.

Diverse thoughts creep into his mind: Hell, the voice talking to him, Aon, Ais, his Kingdom, everything coming into his mind via symbolism, saying one thing and meaning another. He had seen Ais look at Aon (as if in a vision, right that moment), I mean really look at him, I mean with big, begging eyes. He shook his head to get the vision out of it. Jealousy, envy, anger filled his pale face.

7
Ais, Eventualities

Time, oh time is but a spell in the cosmos, in the world underground, it is different than within the fixed physical world of dimensions. Aon and Ais swirled within the waves for three days, resilience playing the joyful part in the will of both lovers. Time having no axe to grind, the days passed as if three songs were but one. At one time she would have dreaded all the eventualities that presented themselves to her, as with the king she had none to speak of, then suddenly she became, realized she had choices, opinions, and troubles once, now almost forgotten with the King being gone.

She remembered all the pagan rituals, for the comfort of the soul her husband used to say; she seemed girlish now, unmolested for a moment with Aon, with a vivid imagination of the past; she did not even think of his torments he now faced. Call it a vein of monomania, or call it what you will, she was two people in her mind’s eye now. The girlish girl she never got to be, and the lover-team she always wanted to have. But finding it in the Gulf of Hades was another spooky thought, could it be real [?]

Was there a middle world, if she could not go to Heaven or didn’t have to go to Hell? Paradise was on the other side of the Gulf, that might be a place to look up she thought, or possibly a place called Limbo. It was an animated idea, but it had to be looked at, and it was now that they had revealed to one another their whole beings, Aon and Ais, now sitting on the broken walls of old Atlantis.

8
Ephialtes

Ephialtes got out of the boat first, and watched the horde of creatures gathering on the pier as King Phrygian stepped up onto the pier, and walked over by Agaliarept (for Agaliarept was the Henchman of Hell, although Belphegor was king of the demons, they both had different duties according to Satanic Law; and only in certain matters in Hell could Belphegor’s supersede Agaliarept’s). Ephialtes even had reached down to Phrygian to give him a hand, but Phrygian wouldn’t take it, and called him, ‘traitor,’ as he walked by him, as if he had not been called that before. Then as Phrygian stood there in thought, Tyr, an imp that had followed them from above their vessel, bellowed out a death-cry, as the king stood pale and drained in dismay. He was a lunatic of sorts, this demonic creature of the British Isles, who burned villas and fought against empires of old, violated every rule on earth and in Hell. Oh he cried a wicked death-cry, for all of Hell to hear.

9
Seduction

Buer, the demonic creature of old, with his thick lips and shinny black eyes, was back up on his tour of duty, on the Great Walls of the Acropolis of Hell.

Phrygian, was taken to the lover rim of Mount Hades, there he was bruised and molested by its inhabitants, as Buer knew would take place, as he had Tyr escort him, Tyr being no less a perpetrator. There in the hills were what was called wolf-men, with long beards and giant gaunt limbs; women naked with babies with no eyes. Screaming and rages going on all day and night; the king was brought to this place, as Ephialtes the new assistant to the Henchman looked on, looked at him before he left the area, looked at him, not with a smile, but actually with a sigh of sympathy and relief. Relief, that it wasn’t him on the receiving end and sympathy because somewhere within his being he still had a once of pity.

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