Apologies - it has been a time since I have been able to work on this
series, but
that beside here is a draft of the prelude for any C&C any one wishes to
make.
All comments (and flames) greatfully received.
Cheers
Alex Gray.
E-mail - mailto:hitomi@ndirect.co.uk
WWW home - http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Subway/7630/
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Silent Mobius with reference to own original characters and those borrowed
from other sources.
This story takes place some place between volume 7 and 8 of the original
Japanese Manga series
published by Dragon Comics. It could also be said to follow on from episode
22 in the new Silent
Mobius TV series currently showing in Japan.
Volume 7, Chaos, Dragon Comics, ISBN4-04-926073-5
Volume 8, Wargame, Dragon Comics, ISBN4-04-926091-3
The name and characters of Silent Mobius are copyright to Kia Asamiya.
This story does contain strong language, sex scenes and a twisted mythology
so continue if these
do not offend.
Characters:
** Original Silent Mobius
AMP (Anti Mystification Police)
Rally Cheyenne - Lucifer Hawk/Human hybrid, leader of
AMP and other
organisations.
Mana Isozaki - Section Chief of AMP, exorcist
Lebia Maverick/Maverlick - Visionaire
(depending on your li ri Japanese)
Kiddy Phenil - Cyborg
Nami Yamigumo - Priestess
Yuki Saiko - Yelper (esper)
Lum Cheng - Sorceress (guest appearance from
Volume 10)
Grosporina - King of swords, Katsumi's old
weapon, a living sword
Police
Robert DeVice (dead) - Katsumi's lover killed by Lucifer
Hawks in 2029
Lucifer Hawks (entities) and Allies
Katsumi Liqueur - Daughter of Gigelf Liqueur, former member of
AMP, watched
entities kill lover and then
joined the entities against AMP
Maximillian Ganossa - Apprentice of Gigelf Liqueur, works for
entities
Rosa Cheyenne - Rally's younger sister, works for entities
** Original Characters
AMP
Alexandra Shadow - Sorceress, prefers Alex
Military
Colonel Reece - Heads a department that has a dubious name,
may be more (?)
Hidoshi Natsume - Captain, serves as exec officer to Reece
Koji Okuda - US Airforce Major
Others
Jamie Corin - Master Sorceress, teacher to Alex
Gar - Minor imp (?), familiar to Alex
Haru Corin - Grandson of Jamie
Gods/Devils/Unclassified
Red haired girl - Extremely bad news, alias Samantha De'
Charon - Ferryman to Styx
Lloth - Ancient Elven Goddess of Chaos
Kayrith - Dead Elder Goddess, past connections with
Primeverse
Glossary
Entity - Demon, Inhabitant of Nemesis
Hades - An outer plane, a hell
Multiverse - Everything, all possible universes, and
outer dimensions
The Cycle - The lifespan of a Muliverse
Primeverse - Very first universe to exist, no
Order/Chaos/Good/Evil
Forward
"It is generally held that when God spoke the first Word to separate
the Light and the
Darkness, that was the Incident which caused Creation. What is not addressed
is what happened
Before the Word, when the Light and the Darkness as separate entities. What
would have
happened if the Word was spoken, but Something at the very moment of
Separation managed to
escape the effects of the Word. That Something would be of an nature totally
Alien to anything that
followed, totally Alien to the Word that God spoke. Let us be glad that
nothing of this kind ever
happened..."
Quote from "The Musing on Nature" by Arch-Deacon Thrist Dhel,
GalOrder 3rd Rank.
...but he was wrong...
* * * *
Prelude - Power
Location: ???
Time: ???
The hooded skeletal figure of the ageless ferryman bowed in awed
reverence as the
smaller robed figure boarded its ferry. It waited for a moment to see if the
figure would do or say
anything. It didn't. It simply ignored the ferryman and moved to stand over
at the far end of the
vessel. Charon, seeing that the figure was simply looking out over the dark
waters of the deadly
river, caused the unchanging ferry to move off. Although the slender form at
the head of the vessel
had travelled with Charon many times in the past, it never knew what the
mood of the figure would
be. Sometimes, the figure would be communicative, and tell Charon of ancient
secrets that even the
ferryman did not know. At other times, like now, the figure would simply be
silent, and even though
Charon burned with a cold desire to ask it for more, it knew better than to
disturb this one. Anyone,
if they were wise, walked warily around this unassuming figure.
The ferry cut silently through the dark waters, passing by the
ancient boundaries that
marked out the different Domains of the dark gods and devils that ruled this
unholy land. As it
passed one particular black ruin, the figure turned and spoke for the first
time.
"Did you know old friend, that before the river came that mound of
rubble was the
stronghold of one of the greatest gods of its time..."
Charon's red eyes flared with a cold glee. This was one of those
times when the figure felt
like talking. One of those times that bought a nugget of joy to Charon's
empty existence.
"Who was it..." the dark ferryman hissed, trying to conceal its
enthusiasm at learning more
of an unknowable past.
The figure turned its head, and a pale face smiled slightly at the
ferryman's barely
concealed need. For a moment it was silent, enjoying the simple act of
teasing the ancient being.
Charon tensed and tried to calm itself. The slight smile widened and then
the figure spoke a name.
The word and language had no meaning to Charon, but still it tried to retain
the information. The
figure watched with an amused expression before turning back to face the
dark waters.
"That stronghold commanded domains far beyond what even you can
imagine old friend. It
represented a power that made gods, both Dark and Light, cringe in fear. A
power that crushed
countless rebellions and uprisings against it. A power, against which even
the combined might of
entire pantheons of lesser Deities was useless..." The voice of the figure
faded into silence as it
contemplated memories of a past only it could recall.
For a moment Charon waited, then daringly it spoke. "What
happened..."
The figure cocked its head at the question, and a dark smile lit the
white face. The
expression, and the dark glee that danced in the green eyes suddenly made
Charon very much
aware of the nature of the being opposite it. If it had been able to cringe
it would have.
"It grew... disrespectful..." the figure said quietly with a dark
laugh.
The red eyes of the immortal ferryman dimmed, and it turned its
attention back to the task
at hand.
"You grow quiet old friend. Come, have you no more questions to
ask?"
For a moment Charon was uncertain what to say. The capricious nature
of the figure
always left it uncertain, especially when the figure was in a teasing mood.
"No questions Charon," the figure asked. A mischievous grin
flickered across the young
face. "Well then, let me tell you something that may interest you. Did you
know that sometime from
now you will fall in love? You will have to choose between betraying that
love and saving it. You
will..."
"Stop. Please..." Charon begged as it fell to its knees and
grovelled before the smaller
figure. The figure laughed slightly to itself, then gently pulled the
ferryman to its feet.
"I'm sorry Charon," the figure said. It bent down and placed a black
gloved hand into the
deadly waters of the Styx. Charon watched aghast. It had seen great beings,
even the Tsumi
Balors, perish slowly from even a drop of those cursed waters. The figure
however, drew a handful
of water to the pale lips and slowly took a drink.
"Here." The figure held out the hand to Charon. "Drink." For a
moment Charon was too stunned to
think.
"Drink." The figure commanded again, and Charon was sipping the
water before it even
knew what was happening.
The figure stood up watching dispassionately as the ferryman
twitched and spasmed on the
boat floor. The waters of the Styx reacted in sympathy to the ferryman's
agony, causing the vessel
to rock in the sudden swells. The figure glanced with an annoyed expression
at the turbulent
waters, and suddenly the river was as smooth as glass. The robe of the
ferryman continued to
twitch as it covered the subsiding convulsions of the skeletal figure.
Finally, the moans and twitching
subsided, and the ferryman lay still. The figure waited for a moment and
then said "get up old
friend."
The black robe twitched and a hand rose to grasp the side of the
boat. Charon opened...
his... eyes. Disbelief, shock, and other emotions he had never felt before
rushed through him as he
SAW his brown fleshed HAND.
"What..." he managed to stammer.
"My apology to you old friend," the figure commented with a small
smile. "I do so hope you
enjoy it..."
Charon could not comprehend or believe what had just happened. The
boat, sensing
confusion from its master, swelled unsteadily in the water. The figure
looked at the
uncomprehending expression on the ferryman's face and leaned forward.
"Lyisha would never fall in love with a skeleton," it whispered.
"She will however love
someone who looks exactly like her dead husband..."
It's laughter at the ferryman's horrified expression echoed across
the dead land, and in the
distance great forks of lighting struck the blackened earth. A hot wind
rushed across the dark water,
and the figure's laughter faded as it detected a very faint scent.
"Interesting..." it said, as a distant scream of mortal pain caught
it attention.
"Well old friend," the figure smiled back at the form of the numb
ferryman. "I have to be
going. Thanks for the interesting journey and I will see you around." The
figure stepped onto the
black water and began to walk away.
"Oh." It turned back to look at the boat. "Silly me - I almost
forgot to pay you. There." A
small silver coin clattered onto the floor of the ferry. "Don't spend it all
at once now..." With that the
figure walked off across the water leaving the crying form of the immortal
behind it.
(to be continued...)