Conquest Agarta

by Aeon Solo

“Promised?” she remarked confused, “Do you seriously think it would stop for a promise!?” she shouted.

  “It will not break its word. I can vouch for that,” she replied.

  “So, we are just gonna sit around, and do what?” she said strongly.

  “Live.” The Sourced disappeared. Alexandria was funnelled through the partition and back to Ederra. Sonje was wandering around the construction admiring its beauty.

  “You! Human,” Alexandria blurted toward him; her sudden remark snatched his attention.

  “Me?” he responded confused.

  “Yes, are there any other humans here?” she said, degrading him. He looked around a little uncomfortable by her fierce demeanour.

  “Will you help me find a way to get your Mother Earth back?” she requested, a little softer in tone now.

  “Of course,” he said.

  “There aren’t many of you left now,” she said quietly. Her fifty-four Immortals have been chipped down to six excluding her. “Do you know where Mara is?” she said.

  “No, Viden’s partner?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Still no, then,” he commented.

  “Well that’s the first thing we need to do. I worry for her. Bonding people is very foolish and dangerous,” she said.

  Mara emerged in another realm, in an edifice. She strolled through the doorway nearby, she glanced at the tracker it was beaming, she must be close. She pushed through the wooden door and was immediately taken by the shining orb placed atop a shelf. She wandered over slowly.

  “Who are you?” a stern, female voice enquired. An arrow drawn from a makeshift bow.

  “I need this gem,” Mara said in response.

  “Don’t we all.” She scoffed at Mara’s inquisition. “You cannot have it,” she added sternly.

  “I wasn’t asking,” Mara replied frankly. The sound of a child playing outside stole her attention. The child’s shadow and presence cast inside, through the brush for curtains at a window next to her.

  “Don’t make me do this,” the woman exclaimed reluctantly. Mara attempted to grab the orb. The woman fired. The arrow stopped a centimetre from her face, it began to vibrate rapidly. It exploded, casting the woman back many feet. Mara grabbed the orb, it glistened in her grasp, it was intoxicating, her mouth gaped at its beauty.

  “No!” the woman screamed; blue blood stemmed from her dark skin. Mara swooped through a wormhole, the woman gasped a final time, the reality was brushed away.

  Mara stormed into the Demiurges throne-room. Sophia dangled unconscious in a matrix of artificial appendages.

  “Mother,” she whispered. She draped her hand toward her. An electromagnetic field prevented her going further with her hand.

  “What is it Mara? Do you have it?” the Demiurge said sternly. She walked over, offering the gem to the Demiurge.

  “Excellent,” it said with pleasure, “Perhaps I don’t need my Archons after all,” it muttered, whilst it placed the gem in a compartment at the back of the room.

  Her gaze was caught by a stationary wormhole on her right, an entrance to the simulated prison she spent many lifetimes in. She investigated it.

  “Fancy going back in,” the Demiurge joked. An Archon exited suddenly, she darted backward with surprise, a tinge of fear radiated her form. It cast a derisive stare at her, its eyes were covered of course, in fact it had no eyes, no face. But despite that, she knew what it felt at her presence.

  “Two more and then I will bring back Viden for you,” the Demiurge said. She turned away with guilt, pondering on the implications of her actions.

  But she can’t live without him. Too lose that which you love, that which is the dearest to you. It breeds something beyond pain, it twisted her soul into agonising submission. She would do anything, she would give all of Earth to save him.

  Sonje and Alexandria were still in Ederra, “She’s not here, she must be someplace else, have you checked your own reality?” Alexandria asked.

  “No,” he responded.

  “Go there and search for her please, return to me as soon as you can,” she pleaded urgently. He accepted her request.

  “Come on girl, where are you?” she whispered to herself.

  She evaluated the luscious landscape, something caught her eye in the distance, it was like an observatory of sorts. A section of sky that had all realities within site, like the stars on Earth within the simulation, but it was only observable in this tight section. She travelled towards it intrigued, an elderly looking entity appeared to guard a telescope of sorts.

  “What do you seek?” he said.

  “What is this?” she asked, disregarding his enquiry.

  “From here all realities can be seen,” he said. She investigated the sky, each inconspicuous light, an entire reality. There were tight packed spaces, and voids within the mass of lights.

  “Why is there such a large void over there?” she inquired, directing to the large void.

  “Ah, yes, that is the work of the Demiurge,” he said begrudgingly. Many areas were voided. One of which was her own reality.

  “You’re the Immortal clan yes? I witnessed the loss of your world. I offer my condolences,” he continued.

  “Thanks,” she answered as she continued to watch the light show. The reality that Mara took the Eternal generator from, ceased to exist in front of her eyes.

  “Wait!” she said suddenly, “That one, the light, it vanished,” she said urgently. The man returned his sight to the sky, using a device to see further.

  “Another victim of the Demiurge,” he said quietly.

  “I must go.” Alexandria rushed away. She travelled to the realm of the Source. The barren landscape was empty, the encompassing orb of life, not present.

  Mara emerged in another reality; the sensor was screaming at her. She removed it from her grasp. A terrific clang radiated around, a man, human and old, smashed something heavily on the ground with a massive hammer. A long, dark handle spreading over a metre, to conclude, a thick mass of a terrifically dense material. This realm wasn’t like the others, it was bare, the vibrations from the thuds emanated around her. She saw the waves, the frequencies around her. Ahead of the man was an artificial compartment, inside multiple generators were present. The man appeared to not know she was behind him. She etched closer quietly, intrigued about her surroundings.

  “So, you have finally come,” he said, whilst he continued his work.

  “Who are you?” she probed.

  “I am but a crafter, a crafter of life,” he responded. He turned to face her, the instrument in his grasp. The blissful orbs of starlight snatched her gaze, he pivoted to her target.

  “Ah, the Eternals, that is what you seek,” he said.

  “Yes,” she answered, a little stronger in tone. Now she had a better view of the instrument, she could see that it too, housed one of the gems, an eternal generator. In the stripped base of reality, the being saw through her, saw her intentions, her desires, her sorrows, he saw all.

  “It doesn’t matter what you do, he’s never coming back,” he said. Mara was confused and caught off guard by his comment, she stuttered slightly.

  “How? No, no there is a way I know it,” she responded quickly.

  “You wouldn’t like the result,” he warned, but with care.

  “And why’s that?” she answered. He huffed at her response and fiddled with the compartments. He manoeuvred one of the generators into a stall and a portal was thrusted from it.

  “I offer you what you seek, it will be brief,” he said. She evaluated with strict, glazed eyes the man and the portal. She sneaked closer, he nodded, she hesitantly peaked through.

  She was standing on low-cut grassland, a gentle breeze flowed through her hair. She evaluated her surroundings further, a silhouette in the distance lingered, standing near to a canyon. She knew this place. She paced over toward the silhouette with intent, filled with nerves, anticipation, hope.

  “Viden,” she whispered. S
he was almost within touching distance. She grasped the hand, it was solid to the touch, he turned to her.

  It was Viden, but it was not technically him. He was an expression of her own consciousness; it was him in her heart.

  She cried, squeezing him so tight, almost suffocating him in her grip.

  “It is you,” she cried with a burst of emotion. She eventually let go, allowing him to speak.

  “Hey, don’t cry.” He wiped away her tear with a smile. She held his hand on her face, closing her eyes. “Mara don’t let that monster manipulate you anymore,” he said.

  “But it will bring you back, to me, to us,” she said hopefully.

  “It won’t, you know it won’t do that. It would ever only do what would benefit it, you know that is true,” he explained gently.

  “It’s too late,” she said with a feint cry.

  “No, you made a terrible mistake yes, but it isn’t over yet. Destroy the darkness, free everyone from the suffering and your soul will be eased,” he responded.

  “How? It’s impossible,” she said disheartened.

  “You have to try, for me,” he said, holding her hands gently. A terrific sound grabbed their attention behind. The environment was being swooped into an abyss. It was coming for them.

  “You have to go,” he pushed her away slightly.

  “No!” she cried. Her eyes darting between the abyss and her love. She grasped his hand. He was being pulled into the air.

  “Hey, it’s ok,” he said.

  “Please don’t,” she cried.

  “Just let me go,” he said delicately. It was almost upon them now.

  “I can’t, I need you!” she yelped. She was holding with all her might as the abyss pulled him away from her.

  “I will always be with you.” He was sucked from her grasp.

  “No!” she screamed. She was sucked backward through the portal whence she came. She was thrown to the ground, she leaped sharply to her feet.

  “Where is he? Bring him back!” she demanded ferociously.

  “Death cannot be undone,” he replied strongly, matching her tone. She calmed herself, her ferocity transforming into sadness.

  “Mara, it won’t help you,” he said, wishing she heeded his warning. “But there is something that could,” he added. He brushed away some material on the ground that he was pounding,

  “Here.” He offered her a newly made Eternal generator. It glistened in his hand. She took it gently from his open palm. She gazed at its beauty.

  “But first, take this,” He offered her the hammer.

  “What is this?” she questioned.

  “A weapon, with this you wield a power greater than any being in this omni verse. I’m taking a great risk Mara, please use it wisely. If you fail, I have only one option, it could destroy us all,” he explained.

  “Who are you?” she questioned with wonder. The Demiurge said only the Source and it, could create these Eternal generators.

  “You know,” the man smiled.

  Great energy, almost like electricity, burst from the hammer. It flowed through her. She struggled as it synced with her frequency. She breathed deeply, it calmed.

  “Does it have a name?” she asked.

  “Hellraiser,” he responded.

  “Bit over the top,” she laughed.

  “Trust me, it warrants the name,” he said. “With this you can wield the power of the Eternals, absorb it, become one with it,” he continued. She evaluated the gem in her palm, her eyes glistened, mouth dropped. She crushed it in her palm, the energy flowed through her. She screamed, it rocketed through her, she slipped to her knees. After a few seconds it eased. She struggled to recover breath.

  “Do you feel it?” he asked with a pleasant smile.

  “Yes.”

  “Excellent, take the one you gave it, absorb it too. Then you can do what you please to the monster,” he described.

  “It cannot be killed,” she said.

  “There are ways outside of death.”

  Chapter 13

  Alexandria walked through the Ederra headquarters, the man Mara was speaking with, brushed by her in the corridor. He winked at her, she followed him with her eyes.

  “Alex!” Sonje shouted from a crowd, “Alex! Are you here?” he shouted.

  “Yes, yeah,” she shouted back. She spotted him within the crowd.

  “Mara isn’t on Earth,” he said.

  “Ok,” she said quietly. She cast her eyes back down the corridor to the man who walked past her. He was gone. She left Sonje and travelled to the Source’s realm.

  “Mother, I can’t find Mara, where is she?” she asked.

  “I can’t tell you,” the Source replied in her natural state of pure starlight. It vibrated when she spoke.

  “The Demiurge has taken another reality,” she said solemnly.

  “Not the Demiurge,” the Source said.

  “What? Why? Who could have done this?” she responded confused.

  “It’s complicated, all will be set right soon,” she explained.

  Meanwhile.

  Mara exited a wormhole in the Demiurge’s throne room.

  “Ah you, do you have another?” the Demiurge said.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Bring it to me,” the Demiurge requested whilst sitting on its throne.

  “Yes, collect these generators and you will return Viden to me,” she said arrogantly. “But now I understand the power of these Eternals. I wonder, what purpose do you serve?” she questioned aggressively. The Demiurge couldn’t help but smirk with admiration at her resolve. The gem, which was placed atop a compartment behind the Demiurge, flew across the room into her grasp. The Demiurge darted out its seat.

  “Listen human, it will kill you,” it warned.

  She crushed it in her left palm, absorbing its power. She fell to her knees screaming as the energy blasted through her body. She cried so loud, two beams of starlight burst through her eyes, her entire body was caressed in light. The Demiurge covered its sight. The energy yielded. She began to compose herself.

  “But you’re just a random human, how?” it screamed fearfully. She materialised Hellraiser.

  “No,” it whispered.

  “You will pay with death for what you’ve done,” she hissed. Her eyes were replaced with two ports of starlight, two suns in her sockets.

  “That is all I desire,” it snarled. It fabricated a weapon of its own.

  She leaped at the Demiurge. They smashed each other’s weapons. A beam of energy flowed through her arm, stunning the Demiurge momentarily. She batted it through the wall, it burrowed through forcefully, until it was hurled to the ground outside. Almost 100 metres through the building.

  “Not again,” it moaned with discontent. Mara phased through the palace walls to the outside. The Demiurge squirmed back through the retched soot for soil.

  “If you destroy me, he’s gone forever,” it warned. The hurt in her eyes was clear, the bright light dimmed upon its words.

  “He already is,” she said quietly.

  They engaged in combat again, a flurry of strikes passed between them. She kicked it away forcefully, upper cutting it with the glistening hammer. The Demiurge smacked the ground, she smashed it into oblivion. She eased slightly.

  “You cannot destroy me Mara!” it screamed from behind. It phased from nothing into an attack. She dodged. They engaged again.

  “Just die!” she screamed with all her might and fury. She beat it again, smashing its form into oblivion. A dark energetic essence wavered away upon its destruction.

  “You failed!” the darkness bellowed. She was bombarded with a frequency; the darkness tried to encompass her, absorb her. She screamed and blasted it with a frequency from the hammer. The additional power of three generators, funnelled through the weapon. It pushed the darkness away; the Demiurge couldn’t overpower her. It retreated. She recovered herself, the conflict appeared to have ceased. She travelled back to its throne room. She blast
ed away the matrix field, which trapped Sophia. Sophia slumped to the ground, gaunt and weak. Her lifeforce drained heavily by the Demiurge.

  “Mother,” she whispered, the lights of her eyes had faded, her own restored, now she was calmed.

  “Mara,” a faint voice crept from her mouth.

  “I’m getting you home,” she said, taking Sophia in her arms.

  “Wait,” Sophia murmured. “The simulation, the prison, destroy it, please,” she pleaded. Mara turned back, toward Sophia’s directed arm. She placed Sophia gently on the ground, approaching the station which powered the entire simulation. A large machine, a quantum computer with vast amounts of power, aided by multiple Eternal generators inside. She smashed the machine with her hammer, blasting it into oblivion, it threw her back in the blast. Now all within the simulation was released and their lifeforce returned to their Source. They were finally free to return home.

  She returned to Sophia. An Archon loomed over her, poised to finish her off.

  “Leave her out of this, you’re mine,” Mara snarled. The Archon looked down at Sophia, it twisted its head slightly, it received communications from its master.

  “You won’t win human, my master consumes all,” the Archon responded menacingly, it left them.

  “Mother are you ok?” she said further, helping her to her feet.

  “Yes, look at you,” she brushed her hand over Mara’s cheek.

  “So powerful,” she smiled proudly.

  “Let’s get you back to Ederra” Mara said.

  Mara took Sophia to Ederra to receive help from the Source. The Demiurge retreated further within Stornheim. It manifested a meta-physical avatar once more, licking its wounds. Its Archons joined it. It plotted an attack on Ederra, tracking Sophia’s frequency. At last it could find the location of the Source, of its other half. Hidden from view, the Source masked Ederra from the rest of the omni verse to create sanctuary for all life.

  “Amul, go to this place and scout it for me, see what we’re in for, it’s time to finish what I started, so long ago,” the Demiurge ordered.

  “Yes, my master,” he knelt before the Demiurge.

  Meanwhile.

  “Is she safe?” Mara said. She was in the realm of the Source. Sophia was being healed by her. Sophia floated peacefully asleep in the air, the humans who lived were feeling the drain, except Mara.