S.K a NOVEL
“Why? “How could I let the evil flame become a fire?
TO ALL NEVER GIVE UP!
R.P
Life is a journey of pain and heartbreak.
To: My Wife and Son...and the Pursuit of happiness...We did it Gboo.
To My Dad: I love you Pop…I’m leading the way.
To: Nick and David I’m so very happy we did this together.
THANKS TO THE LORD ALMIGHTY FOR BLESSING ME WITH SUCH TALENT.
To: My Mom and brothers and sisters we lost our brother Frank to MRS.DEATH however our bloodline is strong and GOD on no account gave up on us.
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Created by Ray Patino under the state of Florida company: outlawz productions Inc 2017
THE SOUL KING
By:
Ray Patino
Dark Exodus
PROLOGUE
‘These superheroes will die.
-Gomorath
“I always dreamt of another life besides this misery, but it never came
At least I could dream, no one on earth could take away my dreams.
It’s all I had, and when my father was murdered I fell into darkness.
I was fourteen when he died; I came to know a legacy of evil plagued my bloodline
Centuries before me- and centuries after me, a war would rage on for infinite control.
“I dreamt of another reality. I’d never expected our earth to fall victim
To the daydreaming wishes of a young boy, but when my best friend turned
Into a monster and my father’s murder came back to haunt me,
That’s when THEY came: The Monsters. They called themselves “Travelers’
“Widespread destruction, empty bodies replaced with new blood
A war between two supernatural beings left us in oblivion
So, if you’ve ever wondered if a world beyond your nightmares existed or an invisible wall
Separating us from the boundaries and uncharted regions of the supernatural or if the light at the end of tunnel was in fact a path to darkness, you’ve been right all along.
With the kings of Darkness in the great rebellion against divinity the world failed to notice the evil beyond our reality and the monsters liberated from the depths of the unknown and with overwhelming force they destroyed us.
And me, I just went along for the ride until”…
This story will be the craziest shit you will ever read it’s full of violence, betrayal, secrets, and sex and it’s the horror of its entirely all true. Try to understand, we’re all locked up in dark subterranean vaults. Inside the deep dark depths of our own understanding we’d explain it better except we cannot
The dream was over… the year 2027
Scorn coffins, empty of bodies, a mockery to the human race, names written on them, lay interspersed with the stripes of crosswalks, wormholes, and blood portals, as resurrected travelers, monsters, and inhuman, brutal and atrocious creatures of the mythical queen of nightmares and of the dark-heavens stretched out next to them: in morbid unity. The cosmic mechanism of iniquity had been unleashed and in majestic and magnificent harmony. They’d’ marched in celebration and the festivity was a malevolent beauty. The parade of monsters thus had been established on earth since the year 2017 when a murderous battle involving the dark-winded necromancer and the human born archangel of the savage-roads left the world in ruins and neither side was victorious. They’d confronted a destiny of failure and insurmountable pain, heartbreak and lost a war. The Sky-Keeper watched with angry eyes as a multitude of an evil malevolence marched deep into the hours of darkness and over the world loomed a darkened radiance of crimson haze- amid by blood saturated clouds of an earth with a depleted, dead sun. They’d chant, and danced, and blew hefty, unearthly gold trimmed trumpets. Monsters which could only be described as apocalyptic, spiteful creatures with a thirst for blood- and an appetite for fatality in this new globe the humans have thus: become the hunted.
A shirtless, strapping and muscular Youngman standing aloft a colossal rock of mirrors and wrecked glass acquired a WI-FI transmission from an undisclosed and underground broadcast. The Dream-drifters a distinctive and exclusive union of heroes and the solitary one of its kind to prove resilient in opposition to the unbelievable supremacy and power of the monsters from the savage-roads and the unforgettable terror they unleashed on a frail, feeble and fragile human race. These covert and tough assemblies of survivors were led by a legacy: the equivalent type of humans used to turn us against each other in the last days of the war through the whispers among tombstones. Who would’ve thought?: amid all the man-made weapons and nuclear arsenals our professed and so-called world leaders held in their faded glory, they’d leave us to expire and die so swift -and we’d be so delicate and effortlessly broken.
On the pinnacle of mount Valstrick a mountain finished of glass and fragments’ from the unfathomable and callous destruction of ruined man-made skyscrapers, devastated chandeliers, windows, and of course the midday-mirrors of the mind, a weapon discovered and utilized in 2016 to combat the invading, interstellar forces. At the very peak of the mirrored mountain: the streamline archangel of the transverse stood in complete desolation and anguish and despised what his scarlet, crimson, shimmering eyes observed from a distance. Sweltering with resentment and irritation, the once upon a time, young, innocent, adolescent schoolboy, loathed the new world. Occupied and filled by the new-fangled evil led by the soul master of death itself. The conflict had ended and all that lingered were the traces of an unimaginable, appalling and inconceivable bloodbath. Monsters undreamed of: escaped their celestial penitentiaries and left the doors to oblivion unchained and ajar.
Legions of minions whom serve and worship with absolute devotion the Undying Eternal a creature whose factual origin was and still is exceedingly much a great mystery occupied the ruined streets of a U.S. state previously recognized as Florida. The metallic red Motorola Bluetooth roared in his right ear. The device was created by: GORK one of the Dream-Drifters most sophisticated and vastly educated mind-link hackers. A piece of equipment which was punishable by death if retrieved by the Council of Tombs Red-Death militia- if found in your material possession. Given that- these types of gadgets were destroyed and by no means prepared or created again following the necromancer apocalypse or what several call: the Dark Exodus day of reckoning. The alliance in secret, manufactured a limited range satellite with the aid of the Sky-Keeper to make use of these devices. “Griffin.” The sexy accent blaring from the reverse side of the apparatus was that of a youthful female. Her tone of voice was high-pitched and kept piercing through the wireless appliance. “This is Victoria, do you fucking read me? Griffin, do you read? Currently in BlackStar area, do you read? Shits super hot down here, Tiff’s crew is gathering at the bastards’ stronghold.” The Sky-Keeper kept soundless and hushed- never replied back. The earsplitting beep the Bluetooth generated was strident and bothersome. “Griffin, its Vic do you read? Shit man, it’s going to be a bloodbath if you don’t acquire your ass over here now, captain!” An anonymous transmission penetrated in Vic’s Bluetooth “Roger that. This is Tiffany in Scarlet hills, I read you Vic… loud and clear.” A logic of relief crept up within Vic. once she’d perceive the sound of Tiffany Elliot the huntress of legacies. The authoritative, influence in Tiff’s tone and the attitude and harden quality of voice the leader of the Seven7Morpheus carried, never failed to maintain the secretive, underground network of survivors unruffled and tranquil. Tiffany and her separate, independent squad of resistance unit fighters was a self-sufficient, well trained, ten year veteran crew of extraordinary individuals. Tiff’s squadron consists of people linked and allied together by destiny, fate, doom and an inheritance of blood. The New world resistance battalion led by Victoria- answers to the Seven7Morpheus-elite of the old earth survivors. Team: Tiff previous to uncovering the truth regarding the Dreamkings genuine and accurate identity- and his false alliance, murderous desires, and furtive leadership of a bloodthirsty regime. Tiff, once answered to this fallen hero turned master of dread and sinfulness. Nowadays: Tiffany and company sought after finding the very last ancient midday-mirror where the creature GOMORATH could be revived, revitalized and brought back to an earthly existence by the EYE of the Saturn lords.
Jersey Dark, NY. November 40th 2027
THE HOME OF QUINN M. CARTER
7:89PM 65 miles west from Valstick location
The elevator lurched to a stop, towering above the murder infested, plague-ridden, and blood tainted streets and the impede came at the prestigious thirty seventh floor, The second highest and utmost luxurious condominium- besides the heavily guarded, shielded and secured top level. The elevated gentleman treads by the highly sophisticated counterfeit fireplace paying no mind to the darkness which overcastted his locality. The condominium belonged to the mysterious and ominous enigma the 4th horsemen sovereign of the NEW UNITED NATIONS OF COUNTRIES and was never observed in open public again subsequent to the final clash of Harmony Hill, Florida. The lofty man clothed entirely in a black and red personalized and tailored dinner suit. Whistled by the red lit candles resting on the custom-made burgundy shelves bolted and hooked on the walls. The voices were everywhere, approaching from the roof, ricocheting from within the walls, the whispers of tombstones from the night of exodus. ten years before were still exceedingly very much active and constructing and composing the identical evil which turned our valiant and brave survivors and possibly the single and only hope we had to be triumphant and win our world back against one another and prepared certain the earlier earth alliance crumbled and persuaded cherished close friends to betray and kill each other. At the conclusion of the lavish condominium two massive Victorian windows rested at the far corner: the tall stranger gaped outward with a concentrated stare at the colossal blizzard bombing the dark and devastated city and the whiteout reflected from the lofty man’s acrylic eyes.
A towering sapphire glow erupted in the focal point of the condo’s central living quarter area. The man, whom was a guest to the carter home kept his gaze steady and continued silent even as the blue flame materialized and an extremely large and menacing figure, appeared at the rear of the elevated gentleman. “Why, have you come to me?” the voice of the darkened shape gave off a sinister and profound echoed tone and following each utterance this creature spoke different voices echoed his every verbalization and communication statement. The life form was a malevolence obscurity all on its own. The Creature spoke a second time: “Did I not crown you, with the kingdom of Jeremiah? Was the inferno of my nightmarish queen not adequate for your pathetic, wretched and piteous?” People” in addition I’ am not convinced the monster is entirely departed- in truth your nation deserve nothing, furthermore if he remains alive not only will I strip the kingdom from you as a consequence I will unlock the very final reflector and have the eater of souls unbounded uncontrolled and unrestrained.” “The mammoth and its limitless power will bring awful pain to your entire nation.”
The lofty male nodded tenderly, accepting the warning. “I understand master.” To my principal awareness the lord of blood remains vanquished.” The threatening figure became aggravated with his guests reply and clutched his visitor’s upper neckline from the frontage after disappearing and becoming observable in the front view of the elevated gentleman whom appears to be a loyal servant of the dominant monster griping his servants’ neck with extreme force. “Why, do you lie? “The dreams draw closer to me when I slumber; I smell the stench of them in the atmosphere of this disgusting world.” the red candles lit up the monsters features to some extent in the darkened and unpleasantly cold condominium. “If they stumble on my accurate identity I will hold you directly accountable.” “The monster apparition whispered “Death, will merely be the beginning for you servant.” and vanished.
Valstick location 8:77pm
North of the Gog castle
Parade of monsters festival
Heart of BlackStar city
An eerie and indistinct coldness infected the atmosphere. The Blood-Moon lit up the daylight hours and curved the gloominess of the depressing skies into a cloudy, overcastted illumination of a red-blooded dusk. In the new earth- day after day appeared contaminated by the everlastingly, never-ending, impious, twilight sundown of crimson skies. The Sky-Keeper stood at 6.5 in human-being physical structured height. And his earthly embodiment was that of a physically powerful, muscular well-built man and after he’d lose his human father, the lone man whom was chosen to defend, protect and look after his precious son. The passing away of Charles Griffin was a heartbreaking and tragic experience for the young seraph; however, in addition: a vital and crucial one and the final portion and fundamental last piece for his transformation into his powerful incarnation and divine, spiritual, earthly materialization of the savage-roads streamline cosmological archangel. Clothed in shadowy navy-blue jeans and simple whitish basketball sneakers lacking a shirt to swathe and cover-up the ciphered, secret wording engraved in his skin. The Sky-Keeper scans the contiguous vicinity; his eyes manufacture and produce beams of crimson illumination. His pallid sneakers smudge of: stains of human blood, creature and otherworldly, horrendous life forms which lay putrid and decayed. The Celebrations below, simply angers the archangel to the point where he’s mislaid faith and valid hope on ever- restoring things back to how they once were, a very long time ago. Before his human father died, ahead of his innocence being destroyed, prior to losing the women he came to love. He felt ache and the unhappiness of calamity and an act of detachment and abandonment against his own dream-drifters assembly of followers grew. The Young angel of the streamline detained grand resentment and bitterness within him. He heard the evil carnival from atop the glass mountain. The enormous black snake rollercoaster’s spin there passengers’ finished of flesh and human bone with the travelers with their disgusting blood stained teeth and dead purple eyes waved hands in the air in enjoyment. The psychotic party host of a blood tent screamed “Here’s Jonny Ax, he is capable of cutting the cranium off any beast.” you fetch the humans and transmit the little ones for the sacrifice we got great prizes.”
The blustery weather conditions were an extreme hindrance at various points of the day and the perpetual ceaseless nights for the few lingering survivors. The fortress of time had been murdered and time and space overlapped and collided with each other. The snowstorms would come and go without warning and black and red ashes fell downward descending from the crimson clouds when the rains of the blood hurricanes would discontinue. It was a world no longer ours, the earth belonged to them- and even with the creature of legend partially defeated the monster was not completely conquered and the warfare between The Spider-God, The Blood-King and The Soul Eater of legacy left planet earth under enemy control. The Sky-Keeper watched the ruined tower of the new VOA order from a far and this made him suffer greatly. He was confused and introverted his refusal and rejection to assist and aid the very last dream-drifters to overcome and prevail over the unfastened and liberated wayward, unholy regime of monsters from the ancient dark heavens of the V.O.C Graveyard requiem. Proved to be the most terrible and most horrifying choice he could’ve made. The Sky-Keeper left humanity to wither away and the small amount of enduring human being survivors were hunted down and executed in coldblooded transgression. The Savage-Roads were not simply the interstate of the cosmic construction of the streamlines infinite entryway of space and time thresholds although; it was in addition, a hidden arterial highway of the boulevard of nightmares. The barricade sandwiched between our dreams and nightmares was brought down and the elders of the undetectable and concealed walls of nightmares protected by the elemental and traditional Dreamkings were vanquished and killed during the galactic warfare. As a result not only were the horrors of dark space unleashed thus, were the creatures which dwelled when we slept. Vigorous and powerfully constructed extraterrestrial life forms made and prepared the new earth their habitat. Pitiless and homicidal vampires given the name the Roaming V’s (roaming vampires) we’re merciless killers with no shred of sympathy. Werewolves devoid of the capability to switch back into human, superficial features terrorized all helpless and fragile citizens of a deceased and conquered society.
The Seas of Florida were ice-covered. Frozen, by the evil blizzards and giant iced-stones swelled from underneath the glaciers of death. The oceans transversely around the world had in accumulation, additionally suffered drastically and became an unnatural Aquatic obscurity and oceanic rivers of blood. The gargantuan mammoth kings of the blood-spattered iced up waters were the leviathan monsters. Hence tremendously powerful, magical antique creatures of the netherworlds’ the Leviathan creatures were left alone by all other evil and malicious beings nothing and no one could control these monstrous beasts. In the skies the kings of purgatory: The Scylla and the Basilisk soar beyond the mountain and the airborne creatures forfeit attention to the elevated and bulky Sky-Keeper the once 12 year old schoolboy filled with immature and unbalanced emotions was currently: a completely, full-grown male with imprinted symbols and soaked to the skin in gleaming and lustrous ciphered cryptograms with polished, pallid skin. The clandestine language encrypted in his covering was of the darkancients, Saturn lords, and the transverse archangels which came prior to him. His stare at the travelers’ whom kept arriving for the evil and carnage filled celebration beamed feelings of hatred and revulsion.
The Travelers were the most unique yet notorious brand of monsters allowed to scamper free. Once human and abandoning their faith, tarnished by an evil murder pact and an agreement to supply souls to the sovereign of the legacies throughout the trading of souls and human hearts. These armies of creatures formerly human were inaugurate and inducted into the celestial military of the Omen-Alpha savage-roads and baptized in the blood of the Charybdis fatality whirlpools in the secretively and sinister, illicit- forsaken region of the V.O.C graveyard requiem. The eerie massive vortex underneath the dark and iniquity graveyards of the requiem were in truth: the Charybdis creatures an evil and animated living whirlpool of the dark heaven threshold. Used for the continuance, prolongation and resurrection of life through the vortex mechanism of the new evil.
Serial killers, ruthless criminals, famous celebrities and even presidents thought to be long dead and deceased, have in fact been alive and roaming the endless streamline connection. The Travelers were the hardest adversary to overcome and conquer, subsequent to the Dark-winded dominant and authoritative Necromancer, the Arachnid and the Elder Vampire King. The Purgatory gates were unscrewed and detached and liberated the creatures of forever torment. And DEATH in legitimacy being a planet not a spiritual intersect of religion. However, an actual world were the Demigod Hell Reapers and the kings of death: the Hell spawns assemble on thrones prepared of human flesh, bones, gold slabs and each grasp wands with an Xadin black ‘orb which float aloft the baton in a amethyst smog cloud containing millions perhaps billions of souls. The Sky-Keeper kept a close watch on the events unfolding below with his aerial examination. It was the tenth anniversary of the night of mass departure. The centennial festivity was the largest ever with each and every one of the interstellar invaders and the queen of nightmare trespassers in bursting attendance. “Ten Years, and I feel the equivalent rage, the hate festers my pain worsens.” The Sky-Keeper Said. He shifted his eyes to rotate and they’d spun all around his surrounding vicinity as he’d whispered these words before profoundly within his soul. However never out loud. The visual cortex and optic nerve of the human born archangel connected to an optical mirror of compound eyes and Ommatidium organic otherworldly and unidentified thermal visualization cylinders.
The Celebration was crammed and overflowed with marvelous evil. A few of the dream-drifters were captured and brought to the resurrected Mayans Valstrick tribe’s temple. Numerous and countless towers and castles nowadays replaced the once human filled buildings and synthetic construction. Except, one castle was perceived and detected by the Sky-Keeper’s magnificent vision further highly developed then anything living in this world. The angel of prime-earth1 can scan the lands up to 5.000 feet and distinguished the Castle Of Gog. A chamber of great power where the soul-king necromancer prepared and readied his armies to strike on the night of dark exodus and the fortress of Gog became the final battlegrounds for the creature of legend and the transverse Sky-Keeper after his incubation in the mammoth beast’s Gog chambers. The battle began and the once trustworthy, loyal and beautiful Dramacide assassin and one of our greates