The Crooked Epic Twyll Th` Chylltyrant
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The Crooked Epic Twyll th` ChyllTyrant DESTROYER’S DEATHS THE STORY OF TYR ~9,500 THE INN OF MATHEMATICAL MADNESS ~105,500 SAL’S SAUCE THE READER ~12,000 THE MIST ANT ~21,500 THE FALL OF TYR ~32,500 CURSIVE COMICS THE PRODIGAL SON THE CALLING ~12,500 THE PROLOGUE Zeus, having been sacrificed to appease the Netherrealm, had slain Lucifer in Hell. Directly after Armageddon, Tyr leapt through the gateway, abandoning Tank to rule Earth. Tyr would then be slain at the hands of Ishtar in her revengeful rampage which took her through Cipher after Cipher, until she transcended to the epitome of Elohim’s power, where she met the remnants of the Angelic Army. This was their final demise and at the moment that the gateway closed, Ishtar’s self-sacrifice at the hands of the all-powerful Elohim, that her final wish was granted; for her to be resurrected as the Ghost of the Holy Trinity. The other angle of the trine was an ancient Cruithnean Dynasty warrior whose resurrection on the third day was everlasting and immortal on Earth. He had found a way to the Sun during the Dark Ages where he had remained until his reunion with young Prince Joseph. Here, at the brink of all extinction; the brothers, sons of Elohim, became one again. Their manifestation was as of Adam, the Original Man. The sacrifice of their brother and sister, the trine with Lucifers, was their balance that would again be fulfilled at the end of all time. Adam, when he awoke, saw the purple rays of the sun shining through the garden of Eden. He had seen it all before and closed his eyes again. Today was Sunday... Eve had three fathers and no mother. Adam was her first husband and her third husband. The children who were unnamed by the Qaballan Tanakh were Tula, Kula, and Wula, and they were three daughters. Their father was the Origin Prime, the Ghost. The three sisters fought viciously after their mother’s death. Tula’s families moved to India and Nubia. Then, Kula disappeared and Wula’s families moved to Mali and Pygmy. Then, Kul reappearing as Spirit of God could not cross the Nile and so fought with Wul to reach Morrocco and with Posidon to reach Ire. Tul also returned as a Spirit of God and moved to Lanka, and then to Arabia, and Wul, the Spirit of God, moved down to the Congo. When Tul’s family reached Tibet, they named them Hindu. When Kul’s family returned to Rome, they named them Juda and in Russia were named Pola. It was Wul’s family who became the Wus. DESTROYER’S DEATHS THE DRAGON’S TALE Once upon a time; in those years of yore, when fire and earth and wind and water reigned over the dimension of man and the illusions of life in the Realm of Earth, there was (as is now,) a history of its own that ran on what it believed to be cycles of good and evil, rise and fall, and triumph and conquest. Harkened lies uncleansed devils into the streams of proverbial legend, hither wisdom’s overture begins in the minds of man. Our old, trustworthy span of time which punishes life with its stiffened arms of fate. In history’s eye where truths are with velocity’s intrepid realization in an accelerated science to the pinnacle of humanity pertained to such frail destiny, await judgment by each God’s prevalent faiths. This story as such (although unique within its origins,) may have had its creation in times when values were different, ethics were bright and anew, and mystery was everywhere, (indeed hidden,) when cannot forever be explained, never told to this very moment… It all begins in an agricultural town of Wus with their uncultured aggravate fire prior to the unforetold invention of the wheel, the landmark of commuters’ voyages; a mere homage to monuments of future times. Here, there were scarce populations in farming villages around the world. They survived on medicinal herbs, mostly struggling through short lives and harvested whatever they could while surviving against the wild beasts of an uncivilized era. Devils that began with the environments of the presented mayhem amongst the farmer families stretched into the cottages with evil spirits which conjured the wrath of the unknown. Legend has it that during the times of the Dragon, before the invention of transportation and any reign of dominion, human life was either two ways; short-lived pome or with domes of longer legacy for family and tribal tomes of power. The latter was reserved especially for the female of our human species (specifically for installment of new conquest;) enterprises into this world of uncontrollable danger. To lady, domain was given of government, control in limits which would drive men of each village. Fair Dian, Princess of the Kingdom ruled by Rall, was inhibited until she was almost skeletal in form. Preserved for two lifetimes of kingships since her father Afra, the pioneer of the region, whom had left his family with leagues of warriors to travel north and colonize Wus, whose perseverance was fallen in harsh colds of icy horrors. When those cavemen descended darkness in war and forced her kingdom to name a new leader, Dian’s brother was killed by Rall and these dark times for the once expanding empire were excruciating. The poor people of these times had already developed ways of irrigation and for supporting small amounts of crop growth season to season. But by learning to do this, they had given up their location and identities to the Dragons who ruled the realm. Young Heir Daemon’s descent from the flame-building family who descended from the mountains in the last generation was meant to thwart the Dragon’s threat through a meeting of fire with fire. The creation of the Dragon Lord was more complicated than it may seem, now. As the scarce information that reached beyond the measuring rod of written history is vague, ransomed by the chroniclers of the past, and intentionally stopped (for reasons hiding the identity of the Dragon,) and the cycles that long ago created it. The Dragon had manifested itself haphazardly at the origins of the sapient by misuse of medicinal herbs by our early ancestors. The fierce and feared creature of pre-historic times was an oppressor of country and the lands inhabited by human kingdom. These beasts were hybrid of man and dinosaur who were wielded as weapons in elementary laboratories by primitive scientists. A special type of alchemy and magic which has been long forgotten since the disappearance of the earthly vegetation that yielded such power to the bestowed warlocks and warlords. What ended the violent reign of these dangerous Dragons was the eventual birth of an evil Prince and what happened to him and his wise companion and the legions of warriors who were sacrificed to destroy his terror is the reason we have the wheel of invention. Anyhow, Daemon’s pride was undermined by determined lust for the Princess. However, a Prince from another land, far away, had arrived in black night, stealing her heart. Daemon cunningly never admitted his jealousy but instead formed a closer relationship with this Prince. As Dian and the bandit Prince plotted an escape from the kingdom, Daemon eavesdropped from a nearby building and hatched a plan of his own. Dragons of all types (of which there are distinctly three,) breathe fire which comes from their bowels where they harness a power which can turn matter into only two forms of elements; water and body mass. As a dragon thrives on its victims it grows more aggravated and aggressive. The dragon can also control lightning during thunderstorms unless the Gods otherwise have forbidden it. This means that when the Dark Prince and his companion, Daemon, stole into the Royal alchemy laboratory and pursued to steal the ingredients and toxins to make the Dark Prince immortal they did not realize how the main compound in the formula would react during composition. To their surprise they magnetically attracted elements out of the existent Dragons on the planet therefore disintegrating them all into dust as their potion gathered the most radical powers of the multitude into a unified, immortalized, Dragon Lord. What Daemon did next after the concoction’s mixture; was pure madness, as bravely he immediately grabbed the Prince Dragon's tail and bit into it with his bare teeth at the scaly tip in an act of courageous ingenuity. It caused the Dragon Lord to bend immediately to Daemon's will as the tail of the monster began to slowly dissolve into sputtering smoke. This is when Daemon threw the tail into a readied bucket of water and as the water began to boil and evaporate, the Dragon's pain was relieved. Daemon's plan was to use the Dragon Lord to kill all his personal enemies including the King and Queen of Rall. Daemon sent the Dragon Lord to the King and Queen's chamber and when the Dragon reached the old castle he appeared as the young Prince again at the gates. The guards let him in and the false Prince cleverly made his way into the chamber, himself, and murdered both her parents in cold blood. The Dragon Lord flew to Daemon who had moved to the high mountain near the town. Here, the Dragon Lord and Daemon waited for night to pass while the Dragon soaked his injured tail in the natural springs on the mountainside.