Anthony Alves
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WH inspired book chapter 5 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2025-02-27 14:00:14 +0000 UTC(Edit, only a partial version if this chapter was showing. The full version is showing now. Sorry about that.)
“How does becoming a Crusader help me?” asked Angar.
“It'll grant you power, maybe enough to save your world,” the woman replied, her voice steady.
Angar needed power, but there were things he wouldn’t do for it. “Know that I’ll never betray the Great Lord.”
“Good news – you don’t have to.” She smirked faintly, a flicker of wryness in her eyes. “Your religion, Ikimism, is very compatible with Trinitarianism. The Great Lord becomes God, and Qitakai becomes Heaven. You could even call Him just Lord if you’d like. You keep the same lust for battle, but the blood tithes will now come from Hellspawn.”
That didn’t really sound blasphemous at all. A few words would change. He was certain the Great Lord would prefer his tribute be in the form of powerful monsters anyway. “Okay. How do I receive this power of a Crusader?”
“You're about to gain a massive amount of XP. But first, we need to…”
Angar interrupted to ask, “XP?”
“It’s shorthand for experience points, the main way of gaining power.” She raised a hand, gesturing slightly. “It’s a numerical value Theosis awards for killing Hellspawn and completing certain objectives like closing gateways. It could be awarded for killing Heretics and other powerful creatures too, depending. Gain enough XP to reach certain thresholds and you can level up, increasing your power.”
That was easy enough to understand. Killing made him more powerful. The more killing, the more power. He nodded.
“As I was saying, we need to get this done while time’s dilated so you don’t die. I'll persuade Theosis to calculate and award your XP in advance. Then, we'll swear you in. I'll guide you through the choices and help you level up.”
Angar wanted to know how time was being manipulated, but if this woman wasn’t Moloch, he didn’t know her name. “What’s your name?” he asked. “And should I give you a title or honorific?”
“No need.” She smirked faintly. “I’m a ghost in the machine. Spirit would be a fitting name. Call me that, unless it offends your beliefs.”
“There are helpful spirits. Spirit it is, then.” His voice softened briefly, testing the name. “May I ask how you’re slowing time like this?”
“I'm not the one manipulating time,” Spirit explained. “Theosis is. It’s a function of the Holy System. Remember your first System message? You couldn't read it at first, then suddenly could, right?”
“Yes. True,” replied Angar.
“That was free training. You learned to speak, read, and write Imperial Standard in dilated time, where moments stretch into eternity. It’s used for all training given by the Holy System. Your brain retains the knowledge you’ve learned but not the memory of gaining it.”
“When you receive a System message, you’re put in a different type of dilated time. It’s slower and you retain everything, but as soon as you move, you lose its effect. I placed you in a version of that when the volcano exploded. When we began conversing, I brought it up to the training-level of dilation. And don’t worry, I’ll make it so you remember all this. Ready to be sworn in?”
Angar had a dozen more questions, but he was eager to gain this power. “I am.” He squared his shoulders, his voice firm.
“Good. Theosis will have you perform the oath,” she replied, her form shimmering briefly, as if signaling the shift.
Behold, the unyielding gaze of Theosis, the Holy System, pierces the veil of mortal frailty. You stand upon the precipice of glory, poised to unleash Holy vengeance upon over a thousand reavers – a feat to echo through the ages, a saga carved in infernal blood and Holy flame.
Your earlier flight from the abyssal horde was no mark of craven weakness, but a trial of your soul’s mettle, now eclipsed by this righteous triumph. The vanquishing of that monstrous crustacean is sanctified in retrospect, its death inscribed in the annals of your deeds, the experience points retroactively awarded.
Hark—a Crusader forged in the crucible of battle, chosen from blood-soaked fields, raised from the devout Laity in an unprecedented ascension. In hallowed tradition, our glorious Crusaders endure ‘The Grim Ordeals of Sanctified Knighthood,’ a deadly rite you have yet to face, nor have you learned the blessed Catechisms that guide us.
Yet, the Holy Trinity has decreed your rise, an unprecedented event in the annals of our sacred history. You carve a new path to glory – prove this grace is not misplaced, lest your untested zeal falter and drag us into unholy darkness. Beseech the Three that this bold venture bears fruit, that sacred resources are not squandered on folly.
Though you hover in the air, borne by the unleashing of righteous wrath and blessed slaughter, for this solemn moment, you must humble yourself. For the sanctity of this rite, kneel, as best you are able.
This was the first time Angar put his full effort into understanding the words shown to him by this Theosis. It was written strangely but he had no issue understanding it.
If he was understanding correctly, it seemed Theosis didn’t want him to become a Crusader.
“I want this power, but this wasn’t my idea,” Angar said, his voice tightening with a hint of anger. “Spirit made this offer to me. And the first words you showed me stated I could ascend from this Laity to Crusader if I proved my valor.”
“Theosis can’t sense me, so he’ll think you’re mentally unstable if you talk to him about me” replied Spirit, her tone carrying a faint edge of exasperation. “He’s a stickler for the rules. Things are done a certain way in the Holy Empire. Tradition is the glue that binds it all together. Give me a second to address this.”
Angar had already been knighted, the oath taken the very day his father recognized him as legitimate. He disliked Theosis’ hesitancy. “I understand tradition, but why does he see me as unworthy?”
“It’s not that.” Spirit shook her head slightly. “The message notifying you of imperial citizenship stated acts of valor can qualify for Knighthood. He knows you’re worthy and qualify. And this has happened before, it just hasn’t happened in this way, to a Layman without a Class or a solid foundation specifically trying for Knighthood.”
“Many of our youth are trained from birth to undertake what’s called ‘The Grim Ordeals of Sanctified Knighthood.’ Those that survive gain a lot of strength and power before they ascend to level 1. You're not as strong as traditional candidates, but surviving this harsh world has made you formidable. He’ll realize that soon.”
Spirit moved over to Angar and placed her hand on his shoulder. “It’s time to kneel and swear the oath. Speak the words Theosis shows you exactly as written.”
Kneeling in the air was strange and felt unnatural, but Angar did it as best he could. The air thrummed faintly around him, heavy with unseen weight.
I, Angar of Sulfuron 9, do solemnly vow before the Almighty God and upon the eternal fire of my immortal soul:
By the sacred blood of the martyred dead who paved the path, by Theosis, the coming and arrival, by the blessed Mother Mi, our savior, and by the Lord of Hosts, sovereign of all creation, I consecrate my existence to the relentless annihilation of Hell’s foul spawn and the wicked Heretic.
I pledge undying fealty to the Three, the unbreakable beacon that pierces the unending gloom, and to the Empire of the Holy Trinity, its light an unquenchable flame. With unyielding courage, unwavering loyalty, and honor unassailable, I shall uphold the sacred tenets of our faith.
No dark whisper of temptation, nor Heresy, shall see me falter, or bend the knee. With each breath until my last, I shall fight, I shall war, my heart burning with the righteous fire of wrath, my flesh a vessel of ceaseless might, my mind ablaze with sacred fervor, my spirit unbreakable, my soul incorruptible.
My most singular purpose shall be Holy War. Point me towards my enemies, and I shall make a glorious slaughter. Command me to march into the infernal abyss, and I shall trample the gates of Hell underfoot.
I shall shield all worthy Children of God, be they Terran, Pleiadean, Reptiloid, or Gray, with my faith, my fury, my life.
I stand as a bulwark against oblivion. I stand as Holy wrath incarnate. I stand now a Crusader.
So help me God, lest I burn in tormented damnation.
Now it was Angar’s turn to hesitate.
After reading through the oath, he had second thoughts. There were some words he didn’t understand, but this religion’s desire for blood and battle seemed very similar to his own.
The issue was that the required devotion to this Empire of the Holy Trinity would clash with his loyalty to Mecia, where his heart and allegiance would always truly lie.
But as soon as time flowed normally, his kingdom would be destroyed. He would soon owe no loyalty to anything or anyone but the Great Lord. I mean God, he thought.
If he were to swear this oath, he’d do so without reservation, and with every fiber of his being. Like everything in his life, he’d commit fully, totally. He’d keep his word unto death.
At this moment, Angar decided to commit, and give himself – body, mind, and soul – over to this cause.
Kneeling, Angar recited the oath with fervor, passionately, its words gladdening his heart, lifting his spirit, and stoking his great desire for glory and war. His voice echoed faintly, as if the words carried beyond the moment.
“Stand, Crusader,” commanded Spirit, a small smile on her lips.
Angar obeyed, rising to his feet.
“There’s usually a lot more to this,” she said. “A big ceremony called ‘The Anointing’ with a lot of oils, rites, solemnity, and speeches. If you survive, you’ll eventually get all that. I hope. We’ll see. I hate to say it, but your survival is unlikely.”
She stepped closer, looking him in the eye. “Theosis calculated the full extent of all the death you’ll soon be responsible for. Are you ready to gain power and ascend?”
Comments
Tony
(Edit, FYI, the chapter posted incorrectly and partially. Sorry about that) Thank you. It'll be modified in the final version. I spent some time going through Theosis' messages for tone and consistency today as some of them made him sound too goofy. It went from 311 words down to 259. I, Angar of Sulfuron 9, do solemnly vow before the Almighty God and upon the eternal fire of my immortal soul: By the sacred blood of the martyred dead who paved the path, by Theosis, the coming and arrival, by the blessed Mother Mi, our savior, and by the Lord of Hosts, sovereign of all creation, I consecrate my existence to the relentless annihilation of Hell’s foul spawn and the wicked Heretic. I pledge undying fealty to the Three, the unbreakable beacon that pierces the unending gloom, and to the Empire of the Holy Trinity, its light an unquenchable flame. With unyielding courage, unwavering loyalty, and honor unassailable, I shall uphold the sacred tenets of our faith. No dark whisper of temptation, nor Heresy, shall see me falter, or bend the knee. With each breath until my last, I shall fight, I shall war, my heart burning with the righteous fire of wrath, my flesh a vessel of ceaseless might, my mind ablaze with sacred fervor, my spirit unbreakable, my soul incorruptible. My most singular purpose shall be Holy War. Point me towards my enemies, and I shall make a glorious slaughter. Command me to march into the infernal abyss, and I shall trample the gates of Hell underfoot. I shall shield all worthy Children of God, be they Terran, Pleiadean, Reptiloid, or Gray, with my faith, my fury, my life. I stand as a bulwark against oblivion. I stand as Holy wrath incarnate. I stand now a Crusader. So help me God, lest I burn in tormented damnation.
Tony
Thank you and you got it. Pleiadeans are the Nordic or tall whites. Also Plejians. The grays will be more like the ones from the new XCOM games.
Tony
Thank you. FYI, the chapter posted incorrectly and the full version is up now.
Oponette
tftc!
Actually
Long but that was a great oath I think
Actually
Terran, Pleiadean, Reptiloid, or Gray ‘ the pleading are the tall whites right so this is the 3 aliens people say visit or live here now. Tyftc!
Tony
Thank you. Figured I'd keep going with two a week to fill the dead time until I start posting for real again. I'll have to tweak the oath some. That's the type of feedback I'm looking for too. Thank you again.
Eric Kellar
tftc how many rough drafts do you plan on releasing for this story? Also the Oath is a bit long. Its no real problem and it reads alright just sort of longer then expected I think
