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Dreamkeepers: Hell Hybrids - Chapter 5

Dreamkeepers: Hell Hybrids - Journal #4
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Azrael sets aside his journal and removes his reading glasses.

With a sigh, the old man rises from his seat, and looks at the door leading to the cellar of their hideout.

A simple house in the hills of the Dune Sea, with the northern border wall of Anduruna in view. The house was built behind a towering hill of sand to avoid any curious eyes from watching them.

Not that anyone would venture even this far out of the city. The Andurunan's are too dependent of their city.

With a composed expression, Azrael approaches the door, opens it, and listens. Distant, wheezing laughter could be heard down below.

'What is he doing?' Azrael thought, concerned.

Azrael had never heard Trident laugh before. As far as he knew, Trident only chuckles, but he has never been known to fall into a full laugh.

Keeping his composure, the old Hybrid began the short descent into the cellar. As he reached the last flight of stairs, a dim, aqua blue light illuminated the stairs.

'Practicing his Power again?' Azrael thought, baffled.

But, as the entire cellar came into his view, the old man saw something that froze his heart and soul to the core of his being.

A circular object levitated before Trident. The Hell Hybrid held a hand next to the object on each side of it. Trident tensed his body and the object began swirling at a breathtaking speed in all directions. Instantly, Trident's halo flashed to life. The room shook slightly as a burst of air was generated from the object.

Azrael gripped the railing of the stairs, as he could not find the will to tear his gaze from the circle that spun madly in front of Trident.

'What in the name of Nethers is this?!' Azrael thought.

'POWER! THIS... IS POWER!!'

Azrael recognized the shouting voice in his head. Trident was in a telepathic link with Azrael.

The Hybrid leader lowered his arms, allowing the object to return to its normal rotation. Loose objects kicked up by the wind fell to the floor.

Azrael stepped down to the cellar floor, gripping his chest where his heart beats.

"Spirits above, what is the meaning of this?" Azrael demanded.

"My friend, rejoice!" Trident hollered. "It is time to embrace the norm of reality!"

Trident reached up and removed his helmet. Grabbing the straps of his mask, he pulled them loose. He removed his goggles and finally pulled the mask off from the muzzle.

Dropping all the equipment to the floor, he turned to face Azrael.

The old man's disbelief grew more and more at what he saw. Trident's face was perfectly normal. His black fur was replaced with gray, his eyes held gleaming blue pupils, and his face was completely unscarred.

Many years ago, Trident suffered a brutal injury to the face, leaving him scarred and hideous. Several years after that, he developed a fatal respiratory disease, which made it impossible for him to breathe. Hence, the use of the face-concealing mask to protect himself from any gaseous fumes that could lead to his death. He could care less about the discrimination towards his looks.

As for his eyes, they used to glow brighter than the Sun, which would explain the goggles. A possible trait of his Nightmare genes.

Now, a new man stood before Azrael. He breathed in deep, taking in the dust-filled air of the cellar, then exhaled.

"The balance of life will soon be tipped, my friend," a clear, middle-aged voice spoke.

Still clutching at his heart, Azrael walked back and blindly fell into a wooden chair.

"Who are you?" Azrael asked.

The man smiled. "Why, it's me, Trident. But, not the Trident you used to know."

As quickly as it had appeared, the smile vanished as Trident grabbed his facial equipment and swiftly went to work concealing his face.

"I don't believe it," Azrael whispered. "By the gods, I just don't believe it. What have you done to yourself?"

Dropping the helmet onto his head, Trident stood to Azrael's left as he extended an arm towards the circular object.

"This!" Trident said, his voice crystal clear through the mask. "This is going to bring balance to everything! It is one of the reasons that we all exist today! The Dreamkeepers, Nightmares, and even the Hell Hybrids!"

He turned back to the object and said, "The First Halo."

Walking over to a workbench, he grabbed what appeared to be an old scroll and brought it to Azrael.

"This will explain everything."

Azrael looked at the scroll, then at Trident, then back at the scroll.

Releasing his chest, Azrael reached out with both hands, took the scroll, and unrolled it.

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As Azrael observed the unrolled scroll, he had not even noticed that the scroll wasn't the typical, modern info-scroll used throughout Anduruna. This was the traditional paper scroll and it appeared to be rather ancient, but well preserved.

Azrael saw images of what appeared to be god-like beings in the Heavens above. A multitude of figures in flowing robes and glowing aura's stood in a group on the left side of the scroll. A single figure stood before the group of gods and goddesses. Azrael recognized these beings to be the icons of Sacrare, the ancient, polytheistic religion of Anduruna. And the lead icon of the group was Nethers, ruler of the gods and the Andurunan god of creation.

On the right side of the scroll stood a lone, beautiful goddess with a strange, pitch-black shape lurking behind her. Azrael recognized the goddess as Serapis, the all-powerful being worshipped by the historically hated Extollo. But, upon closer inspection, Azrael recognized the dark shape behind Serapis to be Void, the former overlord of the Nightmare hordes.

And hovering in between each side of mythical beings, levitated what Trident calls, 'The First Halo.'

Azrael observed further to see Nethers, and Serapis and Void together, reaching out for the halo.

Below the illustration was a paragraph of text that Azrael recognized to be in the earliest forms of Andurunan writing in history. Fortunately, years of study and discovery of ancient text has allowed Azrael to read such writing.

Azrael read aloud, "The greatest Lord of All, Nethers, used the power of the Ring of All to smite down the goddess who has turned wicked and dark. As punishment for daring to use the power of Nethers greatest creation, the Ring of All, a sinister demon has been created and has been sent down from the Heavens to be seen as an idol of the goddess's evil. The Ring of All, once a marvel in the Heavens as it glided through our world, was reduced to the size of a mere rock as it, too, was brought down to the world. And so, this is the final legacy of the world: So long as the First Halo exists, with the poisons of evil smeared upon its corrupted surface, the devil Void and the Nightmares will plague the world and lay waste to everything that once was pure and full of light. The evils of Serapis have doomed us all. And so, this is our lega..."

Azrael looked at the final word to see it scribble off, as if the unknown writer was suddenly interrupted.

But, taking in the knowledge, Azrael didn't have to guess how and why the writer stopped short.

"My... gods," Azrael whispered. Beyond disbelief, the scroll nearly fell from his hands to the floor.

In a flash, Trident's arm shot out and the scroll floated in his psychokinetic grip. With his Power, he rolled the scroll together and placed it back on his workbench.

Azrael clasped a hand over his mouth and chin, his eyes darting through his sockets, as if trying to spot a fast-moving object.

'This can't... this can't be true,' Azrael thought. 'Serapis... the war between Anduruna and the Extollo after the Silent Centuries... this 'Ring of All...' the Nightmares... it can't be true!'

"So, you see," Trident finally spoke. "The gods are not as mythical as we once thought. The First Halo is evidence enough of that. Serapis, the Extollo's great and wonderful goddess, was once apart of Sacrare belief. When she betrayed the gods and attempted to use Nethers inspirational creation, the First Halo, he did not take her betrayal lightly. The Nightmares are an example of his anger towards her. In fact, he became so enraged, he simply created Void and the Nightmares and sent them down here to kill our ancestors FOR NO REASON AT ALL! If their was a reason, he sent them down to kill the Serapean worshippers."

"Then, the war... after the Silent Centuries," Azrael mumbled.

"Yes," Trident hissed. Azrael could feel Trident smiling in his mask. "Vengeance is such a strong emotion, you have to admit. The Extollo were Serapean worshippers of many generations. They believed Serapis's actions were righteous and necessary, but they didn't know why she did it. Their belief in her was too strong to logically argue with them. So, after centuries of preparation, the Extollo came to Anduruna unarmed and demanded that the Sacrare followers convert to Serapean. Naturally, Anduruna refused and forced the Extollo out. After that, they returned, ready to wage war. So, you see, whatever happened during the Ancient times caused the Nightmares to temporarily vanish, allowing society to rebuild itself from the Nightmares genocide of punishment. However, the death and carnage that represented Serapis's betrayal continued during the wars with the Extollo over twelve-hundred years ago."

"I understand," Azrael said, shaking his head. "But, what does any of this have to do with the First Halo. And, now that I realize why it is here, why do you have it in your possession?"

Trident walked to the ring, then turned back to Azrael.

"The Hell Hybrids," Trident replied. "We are yet another example of the evil that occurred among the gods."

"I wish to change that. For better or for worse."

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"For many years, we have been shunned and hunted," Trident continued. "For many more years, that will remain as it is. Because we have left Anduruna, suspicion and rumors are surfacing. Sooner or later, someone in that large city will learn of our true past and the hunts will resume. We can only fight so many Dreamkeepers before our Power dwindles. Of course, with the First Halo, I could very easily take control of half the Dreamworld at this very moment, so we have very little to worry about being hunted.

"But, controlling the Dreamkeepers to keep them from killing us is not my real objective! Finding more of our people was never the real objective! My objective is to restore the natural order, the order of the Dreamworld before the birth of Hell Hybrids! Before the rise of the Nightmares! With this, the First Halo, I will undo everything that the gods had done. I will be the one who will be worshipped! I will be the one who will save the world and destroy the Nightmares! And, I will be the one who will save our people... by erasing the link to the Hell Hybrids. All Hell Hybrids, from the first to the last, will be reborn as normal Dreamkeepers. History will repeat itself... with a few tweaks here and there.

"Soon, all will be undone. It is for the best."

For any other elderly man, all of these newfound revelations would have made such a man faint. However, Azrael was no ordinary man, of course.

With a distressed sigh, he looked on in despair as Trident opened his arms wide, as if preparing to hug the cursed ring.

"Trident, please," Azrael said lightly. "Please, just... relieve yourself of the object. You don't know what you are - "

Suddenly, Azrael, still in his chair, went skidding across the floor before crashing back first into a stone support beam next to the stairs.

"Doubt?" Trident said, quickly advancing on Azrael. "You are DOUBTING MEEEEE?! How DARE YOU? Do you realize just how long I have had this ring? How long I have tinkered with it? Not once have I lost control of it! Not ONCE! Do NOT sit there and tell me that 'I' cannot control what I have worked with for so long! You WILL follow me and you WILL support me! Or... you will be sent to fight Jerome just like the others. Or you will die right where you sit. I will not tolerate this behavior again, Azrael. Do you understand me?"

Azrael's body was frozen, stuck in a grip by Trident's Power. All he could move was his face, which had contorted with fear.

"I swear... I will follow by your side... I swear it."

As plainly as if nothing happened, Trident gleefully said, "Splendid!"

Azrael's arms and legs fell limply as his chair fell back in proper position, being released by Trident's Power.

Trident walked back to the First Halo and watched its gleaming, aqua blue surface flash before his eyes. "For the Dreamworld, everything will be redone. For the sake of existence, I will not fail."

Turning on his heel, Trident marched for the stairs. "Prepare yourself, old friend! We will have brand new lives ahead of us! A brand new world ahead of us!"

Soon, all was quiet, except for an ominous hum that resonated from the First Halo.

Azrael slowly looked to the stairs then gave the ring a wide-eyed, sidelong stare.

After a moment, he rose from his seat. Then, as quickly as a shadow, he left the basement.

Leaving the First Halo to its deadly lonesome.

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Dreamkeepers: Hell Hybrids - Journal #3
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