At the mere mention of that name, a cold chill shot up and down Sophia’s spine. She never knew her name, never bothered to learn it. However, it was clear to her who the owner of the name was.
“What is the relevance of this witness?” Tribunal Mulfus Siral asked.
“As stated by the accused to her defense, there is only one other human with her capabilities that could execute these horrendous acts,” Head Accuser Novtia answered. “We need to officially get on the record and establish the whereabouts of this witness.”
Tribunal Mulfus Siral glanced at the other members. As each of them nodded in agreement, Mulfus spoke for them.
“Very well, we approve the testimony of this witness after a pause for fifteen minutes of Earth time.”
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Several light-years from Alvion Prime, Princess Attea’s warship, which was a similar design to her brother’s only dark purple with glowing pink undertones, moved at hyperspeed.
Sitting in her command seat with parts of her skin and attire covered in dried blue blood, Attea anxiously waited for an answer from her communications officer.
“What word from my brother?!” She snapped.
Her communications officer, a Thracian male with red scale skin, black spots, and dreaded purple hair styled into a mohawk, turned to her.
“His command ship has indicated that they are at Alvion Prime, High General. He is attending the Inquiry on Lord Nelron’s behalf.”
“Change course for Alvion Prime, notify security of our arrival; I must have words with him immediately.”
“As you command, High General,” the communication officer acknowledged.
Attea leaned back in her seat. With instinctive rage, she hammered the armrest to her chair, damaging it while slightly drawing the attention of her crew. Her ears twitched while her eyes became narrowed slants as she fought to control her anger as her mind processed the information she retrieved from Enuc.
CHAPTER 20
Alvion Prime,
Back within the Dominion Council's Chamber Halls, soft rumbling and small talk began amongst the other Council members as they waited for the witness to be escorted into the Chambers.
At the sound of footsteps, Sophia held her breath as her eyes went in the direction of Peace entering the hall escorted by two guards.
Peace’s wrists were restrained in the same deceivingly thin golden claspers placed on her on Anu.
Like an ominous magnetic attraction, the two of them eventually locked eyes with one another.
Sophia’s right foot began to shake with the desire to leap over the table and get at her.
The desire came from what no one else in the room saw but her.
Although Peace appeared as a woman brought back from the seventh level of hell after spending time grounded and chewed up within Lucifer’s jaw, the subtle wrinkle in her nose that Sophia caught read that she knew something no one in the entire universe knew.
Once again, she eagerly looked forward to blowing up Sophia’s life.
Her eyes stayed on Peace as they led her down to the center of the Council Chamber, placing her on the inquiry stand. The two guards repositioned themselves flanking her as Head Accuser Novtia left her desk, approaching her to begin the examination.
“Please state your name on record for the Council.”
“Peace.”
“Please state your official human name, which is on record on your homeworld.”
“I don’t recognize my slave name.”
Low grumbling vibrated through the Council Chamber as Head Accuser Novtia, with narrowed irritated eyes, moved closer to the inquiry stand.
“Unless you wish to be treated as a hostile witness, I advise you to remember where you sit and comply with my requests.”
Peace leered at her with the desire to bite out vast chunks of her face and neck with her teeth.
“Mildred … Humphries.”
Head Accuser Novtia took a leisurely little stroll purposely, stopping in front of the defense desk as she continued her questioning.
“Can you please tell the Council where you were retrieved from?”
“Yawl yanked me out of the center of a fucking black hole.”
“How long have you been confined in this black hole?”
“Too fucking long.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“Summer of 2015, I think.”
A faint rumbling of conversation filled the Chamber hall again.
“Almost four of your human years, most beings with your capability would expire after less than a year,” Head Accuser Novtia said with a nod. “Quite impressive.”
“I have a bit of a roach mentality,” Peace explained while locking eyes again with Freedom.
“Can you tell us how you came to end up there?”
Freedom’s nose began to flair, activating the grinding of her teeth as Peace slowly raised her cuffed hands, pointing in her direction with her middle finger.
“That bitch right over there.”
“Let the record state that the witness is pointing to the accused.”
Head Accuser Novtia quickly turned to face Freedom before asking her next question.
“Now, Mildred Humphries of Earth, to your knowledge, aside from you and the defendant, is there anyone else from your world with your abilities or on your power level?”
“Aside from maybe that brat of hers,” Peace scoffed. “From as far as I know, nope. But things could have changed during the time I was trapped in the middle of a collapsing star.”
“Thank you, Mildred Humphries, of Earth; I have no further questions for this witness,” Head Accuser Novtia announced. “The defense is free to question her.”
Head Accuser Novtia returned to her desk as Defender Oozaru began to rise, approaching the inquiry stand. During the transition, Peace’s eyes subtly moved to Prince Merc, who sat in his father’s seat on the Head Council, representing Thrace’s interests. True to form, his demeanor was as frigid as dry ice, disavowing any knowledge or contact with her.
She returned the sentiment, becoming emotionally dead as she harnessed the space itself; she was trapped in.
“Mildred Humphries of Earth, what was the reason Sophia Dennison of Earth placed you within the center of that collapsing star?”
Peace shrugged before she answered.
“Because she’s a miserable cunt.”
“Wasn’t the reason for your imprisonment because you attempted to murder in cold blood every leader in your world and take control of the planet? That you intended to subjugate the weaker part of your species for your own means once you took control of the planet?”
Peace’s upper lip curled on the right side of her mouth as she leaned in for a retort.
“Trust me, Gizmo, if you knew anything about my species and their fucked-up history, then you’d agree a little bloodletting mass murder was the only way of saving my planet. And the subjugation of the lesser masses of my species was a necessary and temporary evil meant to strengthen our malnourished foundation's roots. See, I can talk like an intellect too.”
Her eyes began to move about the Chamber in an accusatory manner.
“How much horrors and atrocities were committed in benefit of your worlds, for the greater good? You look down from your seats in judgment of me knowing damn well many if not all of your climb up the evolutionary tree was soaked in blood.”
“Well, I stand here before you and can say that my species’ historic growth was not one of blood and oppression,” Defender Oozaru calmly retorted. “The fact that Sophia Dennison prevented you from taking your species down such a horrific path speaks to her character of a protector and defender, not a cold-blooded murderer such as yourself.”
Peace hunched over, letting loose a cackle that echoed throughout the Chamber. She lifted her head, giving him an insane hysterical face with her fangs as the cherry.
“Good for you F
urby, can I get you a cookie?”
Her expression switched to that of rage as she pointed the finger at Freedom.
“And that bitch is no fucking hero! Her hands are soaked with blood, just like me! She just ties her so-called ‘good deeds’ up in a pretty pink little bow of screwed moralism so that she can sleep at night.”
Although Sophia kept her composure, the rage said it all in her eyes.
“I am nothing like you!”
During the exchange on the floor below, a granite-faced Merc sat watching while nervous relief slowly stripped away from him. It was witnessing his father’s grand scheme unfold before his very eyes.
As mortally embarrassing as it was to have his father clean up his mess, his only fear was what his father had planned for him once all the deception and subterfuge were completed.
So long as Peace played her part, it would be the least of his worries.
In the middle of him focusing on the trial, Merc’s ear twitched as one of his guards quietly leaned in, whispering to him.
“Apologies, my Prince, your sister, Princess Attea, is here; she wishes an audience with you. She said it was a matter of urgency.”
“Can you not see I am representing Thrace in the middle of an inquiry?” Merc rumbled his question.
“She instructed me to inform you that if you did not excuse yourself to converse with her, she would enter the chamber and speak with you in front of the entire Council.”
Merc grunted and snorted his frustration. Gingerly he stood up, quietly excusing himself to fellow Council members before he followed the guard back into the aisle exiting the Council chamber.
He turned to see Attea waiting for him alone with her arms folded. Once again, she had a look on her face that read she had the desire to behead him.
“Leave us.”
The guard, following his command, fell to one knee while smacking his left breast. He rose again, taking his leave as Merc walked up to his sister. With his arms folded, he stood glaring unintimidated back at her.
“You do realize I am in the middle of an inquiry that I must be present for. What is it?”
Attea snarled at her brother, stepping into his personal space.
“You damned fool! You have undone us! You have undone all of us!”
“What are you ranting about this time?” Merc impatiently snapped at her.
“I had an in-depth conversation with Enuc on how he came upon the information about the human’s location within the sinkhole. He honestly did not know who the informant was, but he knew where the informant hailed from. The filthy Tangerian betrayed you, brother.”
Attea’s revelation forced one of the most powerful beings in the universe to lean back with an unnerved visage on his face.
“I don’t understand,” Merc swallowed. “What do you mean? Betrayed me? Why? For who?”
“The ‘who’ has apparently instilled a greater fear in Enuc than you could ever inspire,” Attea answered, shaking her head. “The ‘where’ is the cosmic joke for the ages; it came from the very planet you hoped to acquire for the ‘glory’ of Thrace.”
“Earth …,” Merc choked. “The information …came from …Earth.”
Merc covered his mouth as a sick feeling washed all over him. Before Attea could ask him what he was thinking, both of their ears picked up a considerable commotion within the Council Chambers.
Without a word, they both rushed back in to see the cause of it.
In the middle of the trial, energy began to crackle and pop, startling everyone within the Council Chamber.
Tribunal Member Salt slowly rose to his feet in disbelief.
“A portal within the Chamber? Impossible; guards!”
As the Council Chamber guards made their way down the aisle to the main chamber room floor where the portal sat, someone stepped out.
It caused Freedom to rise to her feet while she felt a massive gut punch. It came from the man who slowly stepped out of the portal, wearing a male version of Freedom’s outfit in a blue and white color scheme and the Fawohodie symbol in bright silver affixed to the suit's shoulders.
The hood on the copycat attire covered the top part of his face and forced two words out of her mouth.
“Oh… shit.”
As fast as Freedom’s perception was, everything in the next three seconds went in slow motion for her.
A calm devious smile spread across his face as the intruder’s entire body began to pulsate a green burning glow. While he stretched out his balled fists, the energy within him elevated his body three feet off the ground.
As this took place, the portal behind him dissipated.
Sheer utter chaos ensued within the Chamber Hall as the guards leaped down flights of steps with their rifles drawn, opening fire on the assailant to no avail. Their energy rounds were absorbed into the field of wild energy he produced.
Attea, already upon him with her sword drawn, was shocked as she slammed right into the energy barrier, he created preventing her from cutting him in half. Nephthys stepping in, used her power, going another route to launch him into the void of space.
The mother of Anubis was not fast enough as he unclenched his fists dripping with untold cosmic power and performed a thunderclap on a near supernova level.
As her world quickly went bright green before her very eyes with destructive energy, Freedom’s eyes instinctively gazed upon the last person in her world.
What she didn’t expect was that same person to be looking back at her.
Peace’s eyes, which were drenched with an emotional mixture of rage, fear, and frustration, spoke back to her.
“We are so fucked!”
In a flash, the capital of Alvion Prime, the cornerstone of the formation of the Dominion Council along with almost fifty percent of the surface of the planet, went up in a destructive flash, symbolizing the catastrophic foreshadowing of change for everything to come in the known universe.
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Back on Anu, word had not reached the homeworld yet of the planetary attack on the Dominion Council.
Instead, Thoth was preoccupied with another smaller explosion that took place within the Halls of Healing.
A female healer met him en route there.
“The youngling human patient is awake and quite anxious.”
Thoth nodded as he entered the Hall of Healing with her, four armored Annunaki warriors, and several other healers.
They all respectfully parted out of the way, allowing him to witness what they were seeing.
Standing outside of an obliterated pod was Sophia’s daughter, disorientated and sheepishly covering herself from the crowd staring back at her.
“Oh, dear,” Thoth slowly swallowed.
Kimberly’s face had the written expression of a terrified little girl, while her bright golden glowing eyes revealed she had the destructive power of energies that birthed the universe coursing through her veins.
With the child’s mother off-planet, Thoth gingerly held his hands up, ordering both guards and healers present to not make any sudden moves. He stepped forward, attempting to handle this situation as one would carefully fold wet tissue paper.
Kimberly uttered six words from a cracked voice as she scanned the room.
“Where am I? Where’s my mom?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kipjo K. Ewers was born on July 1, 1975. At an early age, he had an active imagination. By the time he started kindergarten, he would make up fictitious stories, one of his favorites was about a character named “Old Man Norris,” who hated everyone in the world except for him.
When he attended our Lady of Victory Elementary School in Mount Vernon, he continued writing and reading stories to his classmates. His teacher, Mrs. Green, told him the children would laugh, but she would remind them that some of the great stories they read came about were written.
After elementary school, he went to Salesian High School in N
ew Rochelle, NY, then on to Iona College.
He would work for several major firms and companies within the New York area, but his passion was to become a journalist/writer. Therefore, it is not surprising he decided to write his first book/novel.
Kipjo began working and creating a new superhuman universe, finding inspiration and solace in losing his first daughter due to an unfortunate miscarriage that devastated both his loving wife and him; he began writing a hero origin story now titled “The First.”
After publishing “The First” in 2013, Kipjo wrote two more follow up novels to the series, a spin-off novel titled the Eye of Ra, and a romantic supernature novel titled “Fred & Mary.”
Now known as the EVO Universe, Kipjo continues to write to expand the series and create new projects for the foreseeable future.
Thank you for reading and your support.
Table of Contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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