[Ruler of Heroes
Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have its secrets, and dark powers, for it surely did. And this sketch will bring forth, some of them. (Part VI)
Ephialtes (425 BC) wanted the kings throne, to be ruler of heroes in Hell and was promised it from Agaliarept, the Henchman and Belphegor, the King of the Demons, should he bring the king of Atlantis to the landing dock, to the pier where these two played their games and ruled Hell from, this would come about. Yes they wanted to see everything, and the pier was the best place for it.
No one knew where the couple was, and should Ephialtes tell, he would leave his treasure open to other hungry hunting imps and ghouls, demonic forces, and evil spiritsfor there was a gallery of these consuming creatures in every direction you looked. And therefore, a hundred years he played the game of building trust with his comrades and he devised his plan, day by day. Yes, he clutche d to Anases like an anchor to the ground holding the ship steady. Both Anases and Ephialtes searched for the scrolls, or at least, Ephialtes pretended to, for it wasnt in his heart; he had betrayed the Greeks to the Persians at Salamis, and on other occasions likewise, betrayed them for gold, or a prize; but no one in the watery grave of Atlantis, the old Port of Poseidonia knew of his reputation.
Somber with inner violence in his heart, his mind, Ephialtes went about his business helping Anases like an apprentice. No one being the wiser; he was joyous at times and placid, he knew he could not bring the old king back by himself, so in his spare time hed create images in the darkness, and how the plan of capturing him would be on his face. He visualize drawing a map out for the force to come and surround him, capture himlater on hed actually do it.
2 The Garden
It was at the end of the one-hundredth year, he had his plan all ready. He had for twenty-five years rebuilt the Garden of Poseidon, brick by brick; oh, it wasnt as grand as it was before, but for being in the shadowy tombs of the mountain, it was an achievement to the eyes. He did not allow anyone to enter it, saying: it had to be completed, and then it would be given to Ais, as a gift to the King of Atlantis. Thus, he would get her to bring him into the garden where the capture would take place. Oh, it was a great plan he told himself, he even pranced about in the garden like an elf eating rotten apples, laughing like a crazy man.
During this time, this last twenty-five years, he chummed up to Amasses so to get closer to Phrygian and his wife, creating a trust, bond of sorts; oh, he was a snake in the grass for sure, but the King was no gentle lamb himself. He implied this was going to be the event of events in the waters of Hades, in the Great Gulf, for all to remember, from one corner of Hell to the other, to the outer limits of its boundaries right up to the surface of earth itself for all the demonic beings to hear and celebrate. Ephialtes even praised this underground haven as his own sanctuary, his prize for being a faithful and good servant on earth; that this was his heaven.
It was the day, the day of his salvation, so he called it. Quietly, like a mouse, Ephialtes crept out of the mountain enclosure, the cave domain, the underwater prison of sorts, and swam into the lifeless, or almost lifeless waters of the gulf looking for the four guardians of Hell, Belphegor, the King of the Demons, Agaliareptthe henchman, assigned by Satan himself; along with Buer and Gywan, both overseers of the Walls and gates to Hell. As Ephialtes saw the underneath of a large vessel, he surfaced, and sure enough it was the Royalty of Hell, the four guardians mentioned before, with twenty rowers on the second deck below in place. Treasures flooded Ephialtes mind, and could it be any sweeter for the four in the boat, I doubt it. Within a matter of minutes the five are in the Garden of Poseidon, the four hidden behind a small temple, with four walls, made especially for this occasion to hide the four; it was part of the Garden, part of the plan.
Now Ephialtes calls to Anases to announce to the Queen, Queen Ais, and King Phrygian that the celebration, the jubilee will start in the Garden, and will be handed over to the king and queen as their rightful place, thus as he is speaking grandiloquently, the vague words he speaks give top the four hidden a hazy laughter, odious and simultaneous laughter.
Each and every one of the four meet now in the Grand Garden of Poseidon, like a spider to the fly, they wait for the moment, the queen and king will enter, and as the king and queen do enter, we see Ephialtes standing in front of them, and their friend Anases, nonchantingly bow to the king (unknown to him what is about to take place); at that moment, as he is about to say something, the four hidden bei ngs of Hell, like phantoms of the deep, fly out of their hiding place, and subdue the king.
3 The Capture and the Philosophy
Phantasmagoria circled the boat as the ghostship crept along the waters of the gulf, with the king, the prize of Ephialtes for Hells glory, the king framed in a circle with the over head mass of ghostly beasts as not to allow him to escape again, as they rowed the vessel to the Docks of Hell.
The Queen remained in a frozen stance, in the darken silence of the Garden, stunned in quiet horror. Her soft eyes not moving, not seeing, not even crying, or longing, or racing to join her husband any longer in Hell, for surely she could had jumped into the gray- machinated [plot. But she did not move: but mumbled for once on a philosophers note: men of power entrap themselves in granite webs of life, dead or alive, they fight battles, only for a way to get out of them later on, and taking with them all who enter their space.
Standing ideally alone, utterly unaided, lost in the Garden of Poseidon, human evil mixed with cosmic evil was too much to carry for her, for the queen, she couldnt any longer carry his or be his fancy. Could it be he demanded too much of people, whatever, she stood stone still for the longest time thinking in mid air it seemed.
There was no such thing as death, or dying, for in the mist of all was simply a process of transformation, we were not made to disintegrate into nothingness. Evil did not die, it was simply hidden away onto and into another corner of the world, so the rest of the world didnt have to go on with it, could forget the damages caused by one man, and thus, have a little peace until the next one showed up. It was like God was giving humankind a break between storms, since Hell wouldnt. Hell was becoming to Ais, as well as for the King all it was said to be.
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Author:: Dennis Siluk
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