Here are three more of the 27-short sketches [stories Author Dennis Siluk has put into his developing book to be, The Cadaverous Planets, I hope you enjoy them. Rosa Penaloza
18.
The Deity of Ice Cap
[Bha-Vii a
Andaman-god of Asteroid Ice Cap
Andaman-god, god of the asteroid called Ice Cap (Ice cap, an asteroid moon by Moiromma), a god that can fly, as huge as the legendary Tiamat; strong as the legendary Murdock; and one that can step into the physical just as easily as stepping into the invisible world; likened to Poseidon of Atlantis, or the great god-Nylamp of Chan Chan [Northern Peru.
In the eyes of the inhabitants of Ice Cap, he was the only realistic deity they knew, besides the demigod and high priest called Bha-Vii a. There semi-subterranean soil entities [pigmies, if you will were a race unto themselves, and uneatable by the nearby planet inhabitants called the Mioromma-nites; whom where a cannibalistic race by nature.
[Th e feasting of worms
Malefic sorcery
Hundreds of Bha Vii a s helpers gathered up worms in the darkness of the night, eating them, vomiting them up, having a frenzy in doing so; gathering them for the great Feasting of the Worms, in praise of their god, Andaman. They would need a few million worms before the feast started, and so they worked night after night in achieving this goal, gathering of the worms. In the mean time Bha-Vii a, High Priest of Asteroid Ice-cap, 212-years old, had to find the sacrificial gift that would be fed to the worms. A young and beautiful gift could only be given to the great god of Ice-Cap. He being a wizard of high esteem, high quality if you mind, thus, the Wizard looked into his pan of cool water that he had next to him in his study, and looked deep into its fresh mirror like liquid, as a result, faces appeared, many faces of the inhabitants of the Asteroid-planet.
With spells and his black magic, the High Priest of the cat acombs of Ice-Cap brought all the workers to the main section of the tomes within the catacombs, a section that had only one way out, which was the way in. Here he had his labor force place bucket upon bucket of the sacrificial worms into, and onto the sacred ground of the floor of the crypt, or main section of the burial chamber where the angelic god Nylamp al was said to be buried before the time of Andaman, the god that had taken his place when this angelic being took off one day never to return (perhaps in the Prison House for Horrific Angels).
The chamber was 120-feet long, and at the end of the chamber it was like a square mausoleum, ten feet high whereas the tunnel was but six feet high. Thus, the laborers continued to pour buckets of worms into this chamber area, night and day for three days straight. The spells of the black enchantment were strong, and the worms feasted upon one another. All was made ready for the main day, The Feast of the Worms, the day o f Andaman, who had conquered (or said he had), the angelic-god, Nylamp al. This was to show him honor and piety in his rulings. Again, all was made ready for this special occasion; the worms now being over three feet thick.
Sanctification Day
Stood he, the High Priest, looking down into the chamber from above at the millions of worms, the closed doors, the thick walls of the chamber, and now came the guards with a few lamps, placing them (while leaning down through the upper open section) on the sides of the walls for the spectators to observe (of which there were about forty, an honor in itself to be present for such an occasion). As they were lit, they reflected the slime and debris, the nauseating smell of the pi, yet as the guests came, no one dare say so. The oil lamps burned bright, and gave off heat that brushed against the faces of the lucky forty-guests waiting for the magical moment.
If one listened closely you could hear the worms agonizing f or nourishment, the organic-fleshly sacrifice of a young female, or be it a young boy, both were acceptable to the god of terror. Then came the sacrifice, and as this young female, naked in the chilly, icy wind, stood by her two guards pale, with freezing skin, a beauty with hardness to her body, and a soft glow to her hair, hence, she was lowered into the vault, a voice came out of the air, no one could tell where, but all knew who it was, it was a deep intolerable voice:
Now drop her, drop her into the worms! it muttered, commanded, and so she was tossed like a stone to the ground. Within a minute no bones, not even her shadow was left to survive in this tomb of the worms. And the voice laughed,
No bones, no bones, no bonesI do not want to see bones! the voice said, with a scratched tone. And the day was done, completed for the High Priest. The spell was broken by the voice, for it was a summons for him to watch the feast, in which he often didnt. And the god of Asteroid Ice-Cap was pleased.
* Written, 4/4/2004 In-flight from Atlanta to Lima Peru; reviewed 6/2005
19.
The Soul Eater of Mercury
[The Soul Eater
The Soul Eater of Mercury
There was a time on Mercury, a time within its historical past when legends, mythos, were handed down, and than written down, this is one of them. It was said, when a sorcerer eats the soul of a person, he absorbs his character. And so, the wizard Curry, by way of a spell captured bodies that were not sanctified to the Great God of the Universe, within his crystal chalices one for each body and soul he captured, thus, the souls of many on Mercury were dipped in wine as he drank from these chalices and sucked down their souls as the dead bodies lie dormant within the crystal tombs of the Chalices. He proclaimed his right to do so, according to the laws of the Universe, and, as a result, was named The Soul Eater of Mercury.
It was in his later years when he had captured five: creatures, as he called them, from a planet across the solar system called, Moiromma, a new planet to his knowledge. They, the Moirommalits not being able to survive the first months of the heat on Mercury, the Soul Eater suggested they live with him in his cool underground crypt of sorts. It was built by spell and black magic, and was not much more than a deep hole within the roots of the crust of the planet, deeper than the volcano was high though; for Mercury was a lethal planet if one was to walk its terrain and not know how to survive on it. It had a dark side, cooler than the other, and the great volcano was also an area for cooling the body, especially deep into its crater area. And then there were of course, caves and tunnels. But at this time, the new creatures knew only of the bright side, it was the old wizard who found them pacing aimlessly in circles, dying from the toxic heat.
Day of Attrition
Sometimes we become so wise, we do foolish things. Well, Curry the Sorcerer wined and dinned his new guests, and than cast a spell on them, implanting them all into one chalice quickly; in hast he did this in fear they had powers that might counteract his. And yes, he was hungry, and when a person is hungry, they are open to mistakes, and the devils whims. If indeed, the devil needed to be present there for the evil that lied ahead. And so finding himself getting sleepy, and again I say hungry for the character of the new breed, if I may call them that, he filled his chalice with magic wine and drank it down slowly, devouring the souls of all five of the new creatures, in doing so, he got ill immediately. With little hesitation he picked up a stone-knife (he was now coking on the souls for they had filled his whole body, they were too huge for his body, and he coked, and tried to vomit them out but couldnt).
Now holding the stone-knife in his hand, the blade smooth as slick, with metal pieces t hroughout, caused reflections in his eyesit was a long thick sharp edgehe plunged it into his body, cutting into a mass, into his bladder and pulled out the five souls, slicing and tearing everything in its way; the souls not knowing what to do, shape-shifted back into their bodies into the Chalice. At this time, Curry was dying, could only dimly see, striving against the tide of time to survive another moment with another breath. He crawled about on his hands and knees within his study area. His blood almost bubbling with dying heat; there he died alone, and there the chalice remains with the five from the planet Moiromma.
Note: written 4/4/2004-4:26 PM in-flight to Peru; reviewed 6/2005
20.
Mercury and the Dark Ages
[2nd Inhabitants from Moiromma1103 AD
Days are long on Mercury, 176 to one Earth day. And at sunset, the heat rises beyond breathing capabilities; yet at dawn is when the living of Mercury work, travel, escapes from the daily humd rum of life; hide or just simply move about.
The Shadow Crater of Mercury, Mercurys biggest crater, home to a horde from the planet Moiromma, has through a number of years, learned how to live with the luxury of the depositing water, and ice which yields oxygen and hydrogen within the crater for life support. Yet on Mercury, one learns quickly to drink, talk, and walk, slowly, because of the solar radiation and the thin atmosphere.
Mercury, cratered faced like the moon of earth, with its ongoing volcanic activity on its surface, and its ongoing bombardment by meteorites, and un-indefinable debris from outer space, and from the scorching sun, Mercury is a most dangerous habituate to make a home on.
As a consequence, the horde (the now living multitude, in the volcano of Mercury), might be considered the first inhabitants of Mercury, brushing aside the five Moirommalits that migrated there accidentallyit would seem some years prior to this, and were never hea rd of againthey could possibly be the first inhabitants of Mercury, or at least, noted inhabitants in the chronicles of Mercurys written history (for I almost forgot, there was the Soul Eater that was there prior to the Moirommalits appearance). They had their difficulties at first, some being from earth, others from the planet Mars, and still others from Moiromma itself, most I might say, were born on Moiromma, but not necessarily all (Ice Cap was also a place a few were inhabitants of Mercury, were born on ((an asteroid planet)) or ended up, and left). They had to learn new hunting skills once they arrived on Mercury, from a cold climate of Moiromma to an overheated one on Mercury. But all in all, one survives if there is a once of opportunity lying about, and good leadership available.
It was in the year 1003 AD [now years beyond this date, when the horde of Mercury was first destined to become a kingdom of its own, when a group of Moirommalits left earth, transc ended to the planet in a mass suicide attempt, focusing on Mercury or the most part, not really knowing its climatic or geographic dynamics, but simply wanting to get away from the inhabitants of earth, as soldiers from Europe and the Middle East hunted them down; hunted them like diseased rats, or should I say, as if they were the missing leaks of mankind. The said they were worse than witches; and some even said they were devils in disguise. They being notoriously elusive, yet easy to spot because of their size, and grotesque looks, so the humans said. Even the inhabitants of Malta hunted them from island to island.
It was strange for the Moirommalits at first: that being, Earth having one moon like Moiromma, and Mercury having none; and still again, Mercury not being much bigger than Earths moon. But to be quite frank, it was for some of these reasons they wanted to go to Mercury, yet I say again, not quite knowing the all of it. Had they know its elements of Mercu ry, they may very well have chosen to be hunted by the humans.
When they had first arrived on Mercury they noticed its skies were black, and they had appeared in an area that was close to 300 F, came from a planet called Moiromma, where its average temperature was 100 below zero, and upon earth, which was between 80F to 5 below, depending on where you went. But again, there race was used to changes for the most part. The blood of the Moirommalits was of a thick type; one might refer it to an antifreeze compound also: for the most part it did adjust. As time went on, they, the Horde of Mercury, realized there was no real seasons on Mercury, and needed to stick together and do things much closer to their habitat, which was the craters floor. In the great crater, it was close to 400-miles in diameter: and they spoke Germanic as well as Moiromma languages with one another.
War with the Cyclopss
Where they came from, no one knows, but one day they appeared on the rim of the volcano, fifty ox-eyed looking Cyclopss, they barked like Sea Lions, looked half starved in the shadows above the floor of the crater. King Odem, of the horde, and his half brother, Ultic, 200-years younger than he (the year now being, 1405 AD (and Ultic being born on Mercury), both stood in a warriors stance looking up at these creatures of whom were some 700-pounds, and 15-foot tall. About twice the weight and size of them; the Moiromma race was a cannibalistic society for the most part, a hunting race, and warrior type. And so when they sized up their enemy, they looked automatically for a week area, that would be their striking point, how to get to it was the challenge.
That evening, Odem and Ultic had the entire Horde sharpen their teeth, and cut their hair so the enemy could not pull it, and made themselves clubs and knifes out of stone. Their teeth were designed to rip and tare like a piranha. Their main instruction to the group was during the at tack to dig into the throat of the enemy, or the upper arm and deep into his lug section, and puncture it. Some of the Horde had pacifying questions of this brutality; but King Odem, now quite old, knowing the hunt and the kill, said in his slow rustic voice:
The only thing not allowable is to lose the war because we felt we shouldnt do this or that; for after the war, the enemy never takes that into consideration, should we be the loser.
The conclusion was unsettling for a few of the younger soldiers to be, but the majority felt what was important was what was good for them all in the long run, or so was the reasoning. That night the war began. The Horde crept in pitch-black, along the rim, and when they, the Cyclopes were sleeping, nothing was said, no prisoners were taken, there throats were torn out, and they were eaten before they could decay into the heat of the land. There was around forty of them. Not one survived, as the king had said: Survivors only return to kill again.
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A Poem
Venus Discovered [An Ancient Voyager
On Venus I discovered crystal
More Pure than gold;
On earth the Venuslites
Discovered Mud,
And put it in their temples.
So where does the value lie?
For men of earth, crystals
Give power and warmth.
For those being on Venus,
Mud builds ant-hills and temples.
[Dedicated to H.P. Lovecraft/#438 12/21/04
Author Dennis Siluk
http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: Short Stories
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