by Rashaad Bell
“Psychopompos.” Osiris gave a nod of recognition. “You have word?”
“Yes.” Psychopompos declared. “Our Lord hath decree that the execution of the Titian that manipulates the Soul Sword be postponed.”
Osiris seemed physically offended at the news. “Did the Lord bestow an explanation for his change of heart?”
“I did not enquire, nor did he clarify.” Psychopompos stated. “Nevertheless, I personally have come to speculate how it came to be that an orangutan could elicit a response from the Soul Sword. The Orangutan chromosomal sequence is not compatible with Celestial technology. Unless…”
“Unless she is of Celestial Seed.” Osiris finished.
They both turned towards me.
“What does our Lord wish to be done with her?” Osiris asked.
“Tartarus.” Psychopompos declared. “I am to imprison her there myself.”
“As you will.” Osiris declared.
Psychopompos was on me and when he gripped my shoulder, we were traveling at a pace so rapidly that I couldn’t even recognize the surroundings about me, everything appearing as streaks of multihued colored light. When we stopped, I was unable to catch my bearings, the vertigo so intense that it took all my strength not to pass out.
Psychopompos was shoving me into an intricately structured sarcophagus. I sought to fight, but all everything I had was gone and once I found myself inside the confines of the casket, I discovered it to be so snug that I was scarcely able to move. The crystal entrance sealed up in front of me and as I turned my head, I could see rows upon rows of these same types of sarcophagi all around me. There had to be hundreds of them. Psychopompos remained motionless and watched as the sarcophagus began to fill with a dense, clear substance. Within seconds, the inside filled up with this thick gel and as it covered my head, I held my breath afraid I would drown. Yet even with my Vampiric lungs, I was only able to do this but for so long and ultimately my body gasped for air and the thick liquid flooded inside me.
I resisted and tried to scream, yet I realized that I could still breathe, even though I was completely submerged, yet the gel contained some form of paralyzing agent, which labored its way through my body inhibiting my movements.
“This is the Tartarus.” Psychopompos gestured to the other sarcophagus. “This is where all Titians are imprisoned. This is where you shall remain until our lord Zeus decrees otherwise.”
He stood there a moment longer, then disappeared.
Tartarus. Celestial constructed prison with the sole purpose of imprisoning Titians. Escape probability is zero point zero-zero percent. Recommend all higher and lower biological functions be placed in suspended animation. Initiating hibernation sequence. Powering down all biological elements.
Hibernation commencing…
Table of Contents
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9