To Roam

CHAPTER I

UNKNOWN PLACE

A figure revolves in circles of itself and other figures squeal as if they were smiling. I am here in the certainty that a figure is not yet. Strange cheeks stamped on the face of this figure next to me! _ _ Mumbles Misleke. Someone else pokes him subtly with his head and shoots him with his eyes shamelessly. This is nothing honorable; I think immediately of escaping. I feel bewildered. I do not know, or rather, I do not remember here to arrive; And now I'm standing in this place. And what a strange place. Moreover, more than strange; Horrible! I don't understand. What's the matter, huh? This is definitely not happening; It must be a bad dream. The worst is that it doesn't end. Someone suffers a slight detour and walks towards me; I see that many others to the surrounding observe. I hear a zum-zum-zum, a many voice talking. My nostrils inflate from the rot that assaults my senses. My heart starts a mismatch, and a shiver runs from head to toe. From so intense, fear fades; I'd say It is an ingrained curiosity of a feeling the novelty of the new. I cannot deceive myself; the heart is beating in the mouth, and the chill has turned to freezing. Why?

Hate calmly heads up to Misleke evaluating that the choice made much is due to the millennial natural talent of this human that is present in the front. Most likely, himself – this human, unaware of being the fruit of a generation that hereditarily cultivate seven children. Because he is the seventh son of generations that have been capriciously followed in the last millennium, they make him an incredibly special person; What does not guarantee that he is absolutely the chosen one, although he occupies a position which has great power; Being one of these powers, to transit freely through the first door of the Citadel-of-the-sleep and by the free movement in the underworld of the Kingdom of Satan.

JACKET CARRIES IN THE SOUL

Human garment was seduced by a construct-experiment. The name of this non-object is the breath of Hades declares a voice that resonates in the minds of all of the caste of the sons of the Sun who are gathered in the world of Hades. It is known by the caste that in the judgment of those who sleep, one wonders what the robe or the non-existent human body did to his soul while living-the-being. It carries in the essence of the garment its existence as body. The world said sensitive or material, from the once body and now wears, carries in the soul its experiences and significance. The garment and its intentionality binds connect all its consciousness and perceives in the soul what it experiences. The reality of the soul is being built by the body and giving it a sense in the intelligible world, or spiritual world.

The call of the Hades breath has the robe and its essence as a starting point and in this Act will experience its power. Perceive the how, Design the reach and judge the repercussion that this called will have in humanity. Don't be shy: mankind will fear it with all its being. The final result of the blow will be a misleading pardon, said Negro by the Master, Lord and King of the pit-of-storms, where the condemned souls are cruelly tortured _ _ complements the voice. No noise is heard. Silence prevails.

The sons of the sun came to exist with the death of the last king of the throne of Jerusalem, and immediately after he was blinded by the Assyrian of Babylon in Ribla. At the time, former members of his royal guard gathered on the desert plains of Jericho and formed this strange and perverse caste; Since then, to be part, it is mandatory to participate in a ritual where the new member is blinded by the sap of the tree-suffering that grows in the Infernal garden. This sap gives them eternity.

ROMA

Elief is on the run from a group of imperfect jiin of varum origin of frightening aesthetics. Their bodies are formed by overlapping shells similar to snake scales that stretch from the back to the height of the neck. In what would be a face one stands out five elongated red slits arranged randomly in which one believes to be eyes. There aren't many of them. Elief, although it has not yet been located by these beings, had already sensed them in their coming using their pantônica ability. Knowing in advance of his presence, the Seraphim seed was able to conclude that it was denounced; There's no doubt about it.

Come, therefore, with confidence to the throne of Grace (...); This is the clue of the existence of a divine brotherhood declared in the scriptures where God permeates throughout the Epistle and deduces that faced with a directed imperfection, where the acts of beings can cause a not natural, this Brotherhood assists a decision of him to relate to the world and resume the walk with your people. The Brotherhood is a challenge to the atheist himself who disregards God as a social being, who is present and accessible. The divine element, God, speaks to us and challenges us to answer this supreme speech. The presence lane of the existence of the Seraphim seed Brotherhood happens in dismembered form, coming from multiple segments in ancient times; And now, more direct and more dynamic, suggesting that God-wants and communicates more directly with the human being.

INVASION

Oë! _ Call a member of the Jacó's Eye group.

_ _ Yes _ replies.

Recently numerous attempts at invasion are threatening to then, so far, impregnable citadel-of-the-sleeping; That left, and still leaves, in an uproar these guardians.

I inform you that there will be incursions in the vicinity of the sleeping citadel. We still do not know how and when exactly can be given; We know, however, that the Children of the Sun are activating the call of the Hades experiment that tries for the deceitful black pardon. The harvested track is that from the presence of the call, this promotes a subtle change in the spectrum of balance between light, shadows and colors, which allow us to identify that this call is operating at the door of the citadel; There's no more information on the nerve of Jacó's eye.

This total change of routine in the vicinity of the citadel-of-the-sleep is a new fact since the times in Memorium. It is a clear and notorious loss of modesty and decency that affects the soul not yet judged. They, the aggressors, have not yet been described or identified. They, the defenders, have achieved the harsh penalties to maintain a status still of relative normality.

OF THOSE WHO SLEEP

The Citadel-of-the-sleeping is where it follows the naked soul of its body, of its human garment. Access to the Citadel is made by a hidden door that is revealed when her soul approaches and emits the unique code of every soul that is the heartbeat, and for the last time; Driven this sound by the light energy of the spark of the creator, which is the specific signature of each human-creature. From the exit of the body to the moment of entry into the Citadel, the soul is guarded by the group eye-of-Jacó. This citadel is confused with the clearing of the heart where the soul awaits judgment. The sound of the Heart is the song in the glory of the son-who-arrives, as spelled in the word I ask you to remember that as clay formed me, and you will make me return to the dust. In the Citadel the soul is seen by mirror in allegory and judged by the face. Here happens the judgement of true revelation in Ugaritic language by the authority that is in the Eira guarded by Daniel. Immediately after the end of the life of the body is established a conflict between divine and Satanic forces. The Will of God is established by the action of members of the group eye-of-Jacó. The Jacobian member interprets the desires, needs and emotional states of the body that are mirrored in the will of nature and from the true expressions of faith contained in the prayers that are spoken by putting this body-who-sleeps in a position that generates A love model face detected in the timeless citadel-of-the-sleep that captures a covenant of utopian rest and filters to subdue the evil one determined to usurp the flow of true proof through the call of the blow. It is not known from the beginning of the activity of the Jacó's Eye group, but it is ventilated that it is the age of eternal return. It is believed that this information has been found and kept confidential and that it brings a distant dating in the time it narrates there is a lot that emerges one that stands between two. Scholars understand that it is a reference to the group in the duality of being: body and soul.

LOST

My body froze. Paralyzed so it feels Misleke. Did I walk into one of these time gates and now I'm in another dimension? I must be in a nightmare. This would be the last possible explanation. _ And these things with me? I talk like that because I can't give a different name. What look? Pitiful would be the best term. I need to wake up. Now. Already.

Misleke is in the world of Xeol, in the world of Hades, in the world of the dead where the storm-pit of the Kingdom of Satan is located. The most impure region of the underworld where condemned souls are directed. Here reigns the will of hell and all his cruel pack. In the pit, the soul undressed from the condition of having a garment-human freeze-and-burn forever and ever. The mechanisms of routine torture existing in the fossa is a hard and real response from the decision made by the human being to the creator, who by the effect of the choices made against the desire imposed, promoted an imbalance in his eternal soul. Misleke looks incredulous for the poorly things; Just look at skin glued to bone. and the floor! A banal wiggle packed by a copycat corner. Cautious, it initiates an inhibited walk when passing through an arc where blood drops stamp it. By looking at the top of the arc it is astonished by the origin of coming from one of these things that are shed in tears and blood sweat. _ I force myself to take one more step and not fall before the horror of all sorts of deep lament, sigh and weeping that have come to echo in this darkness without stars. It was scary in this neighborhood, by the way, everything. From what I see, nothing pleases in this scenario by too intimidating. A series of colossal shallow pits smothered in muddy water and a lot of rotting vegetation. The dense air mixes with a smell that is not defined; Acid maybe. The darkened natural luminosity and noises without a definition, interspersed by an intimidating silence makes me shudder.

FIGURES

Souls ran after other souls--or figures; And they mocked when they passed by Misleke. One of these figures stopped and asked if he had fed today. and in chorus they all went on laughing with their flattened noses, on account of Misleke surprise face. Resentments, disagreements, nerve complaints in several languages formed a tumult that had a sound of a runaway gale.

_ Where descended these things? They look like people emptied, no volume; Figures would be the best definition for this loose and indefinite profile of a blurry portrait. I believe I can say that these figures are the souls-condemned; Why not?! They looked like people who were there, and at the same time were not: a hidden reveal?! I'll call it a blur.

They were similar to millions of eyes torn, swollen, and in total state of denial. A non-figure, or better said, a being moves towards you.

_ _ What is this place? What am I doing here? Misleke Questions Machine-gunning a series of questions.

_ _ Call Me Hate.

CHAPTER II

EMPATHY

Hate is a senior member of the Sun caste children. He is the example of a profile that approximates the reflection of the value of affection and its worthiness. When he analyzes humanity he philosophies: If the other resembles me in many ways, in them, I can love; Being them better than me, I can love in them the ideal of myself; But if you're a stranger, if you don't attract me or raise me, I sure as hell won't love you. A tremor is felt reverberating in every storm pit followed by strange, serious noises. A small, cranky figure passes near to shout with some figures and remind them of the infinite punishment of the Burning Darkness.

MISLEKE

_ _ Rejoice Misleke! You are the chosen; And in this condition is not subject to suffer in the torments. Note that in the tests of these which impose their wills and punishments which we call ones, as well as in these condemned souls that we call figures, is recorded a sentence. This inscription-or this phrase, refers to the dominant sin by these condemned men cultivated when in human robes or still alive they found themselves. And there are many other pits, many other condemned souls and torturous ones in this world who visit now, and of which will come to belong and love; This has no doubt _ clarifies Hate, the children of the Sun.

_ _ What souls occupy this cesspool? Ask Misleke.

_ _ This cesspool is occupied by sinners said excusing, that is, human garments endowed with souls which in them carried their indecision, did not take identifying positions, with excuses not revealing. They were those who presented references of whose origins did not settle their gossip. Misleke noted in his mind that a thin layer of dust covered these figures, and many layers of night were their bizarre stories. A part of what would be their bodies in these figures, were stained of a gooey folder there placed due to a human life uncompromising by their indecisions and undefinitions. There was unspeakable violence in their bodies--the living Dead; You could see scenes of killing, burning for a neutrality in life and reciprocated by an exaggerated fanaticism running after something that never stops or defines itself. Souls condemned to suffer without hope of death and salvation. Are floating among worlds that despise them.

_ _ Here time is ignored, for one life eternity. If you die-and-live in an uninterrupted continuous circle declare Hate. _ _ For an intentional reason, you have been raised to our world by meeting the required conditions for a special job. Will be instructed and prepared to make use of creamy abilities, of which still unaware _ complements Hate. _ _ What brought him here was the work of his own genetic descent _ finishes the children of the Sun.

What Hate said didn't make the slightest sense to Misleke. I was sure to be literally at the worst of all possible worlds imaginable, and this world could not be the world of Satan; And with him his whole pack of thirsty dogs. But how does this unite with an inherited ability to justify not only being there, but to them joining?! Had the common sense that he could not directly access any other source other than this here and now is represented by this one who declared himself to be Hate, a member of the caste children of the sun. All novelty and nothing-of-nothing; At least for now. Would have to progress in the relationship with said member of the Sun's children.

Misleke is in a cesspool where the meal served could not be more creative to cause disgust and vomit: wet mice in a thick liquid of ticks. Misleke, curious and disappointed, observes the figures shouting undecided words as insects come out of their ears; What does not interrupt the devouring of this pasture poisonous with so much greed and enthusiasm.

Do not dost and do not deceive Misleke. These souls have earned it; They are pariahs in their species; _ Opines Hate.

The senior member of the Children of the Sun informs that as an integral of the caste of Satan, it may be that eventually some of his serve in the torments for a period, and in the condition of an evil one; In this way they share the damnation to the figures found in the pits. It adds that the existential bi dimensionality of the caste gives them the power to travel from this world to the sensitive world, also known as real and human. In this condition, they live in a timeless reality where they access their families and with them the living space; It is like a time capsule that they--our family members, ignore exist. When it is necessary to fulfill a mission in the quality of living among humans, they do so through robes whose souls are already here; We clothe them with an intelligence in these human bodies under whose doomed souls already in the storms are suffering. _ _ would say that we are a met infernal being; we've transcended the Demons; We are hybrids in this Multiverse poet Hate, with a certain intimidating irony.

Misleke Note that in the quality of being, the Children of the Sun exude pure wickedness in their grey aesthetics and odor of swamp. Imagine that it shouldn't be Hate your name. It doesn't matter, either. It may be that in the real world it should not look like this by the factor of dressing another body deduces the human.

Bangs are heard between crying. Misleke closes his eyes, then open them slowly and thus contemplate in the slightest reflection the existence of these souls when in their human bodies; You think you didn't see this coming, even if it was the worst nightmare.

_ _ What happens here? asking Hate.

He confides in me that these figures when in the sensitive world and being in their bodies, they have not been happy in the possibility of fully living a dignified, ethical, no-hit occurrence. They have strayed from trying to live a painting each time and not get lost in the foundations of the senses that are based on these borders. Ignored and considered incoherent any implied mysticism. He theorizes that they should not have thought that they learn less because they do not imagine more than life presents them, and yet that there may be different levels and domains that contain purity that led to transforming decisions. It details Me that the active inspiration that presents in memory seems to be repudiated and taxed from irrational by the opposition in their minds, and this would force them not to demand a new perspective of seeing and thinking. Urgently, Hate so believes, are part of a small minority; Only they couldn't make the world live in them anymore. They fought without glory to dominate the time they had flowed. They thought without nostalgia delegating their lives of dead letters excluding being judged. Hate ponders that the worldview today appropriates values guiding and guiding in what is proposed as a remedy out of oblivion of this measurable space of polishing of the masses. You have to opportunism to go through all this again. The path so far-from what has been shown, has led to this cesspool, specifically; That massacres the soul that in human body was undecided.

Hate has a slight body change; So, you noticed Misleke. It presents a certain absent air, with its eyes beginning a process of discontinued metamorphosis in spiral colors ending in circles, and finally returning to the original position; All too fast, quick notice Misleke.

I Hate it! What's going on over there? _ Question Misleke pointing to an evil entity.

_ _ This entity is to identify in these figures the destinations to which they were