“Transcessor, multi-spectral and modal scan, tachyon, infra, thermal and all,” Lothar ordered his suit by tapping something on his neck.

  His eyes suddenly change to a different colour as his field of vision suddenly changed, to Red, green and blue, cycling through different scan every 2 seconds.

  The creature has engaged its stealth system. No trace of it in the scanners, Lothar scream to himself.

  Lothar to Logan, Lothar tapped of his fingers to the back of his ears.

  Yes, Logan replied from the ground.

  I have lost track of the creature. It self-amputated of its limbs and head as I was about to take it into orbit. Logan replied from within of Lothar’s mind.

  Were you able to track of its descent? Lothar asked anxiously.

  Negative, I lost track of it too here in the city. I am surveying the carnage it has cause here. A lot of silver infection.

  Damination! Lothar replied angrily.

  The silver infection is the wounds that the claw of the creature has caused on the locals.

  Its blood is downright poisonous and infectious, enough that in a matter of years, it will create new infected zombies that eventually will turn of its victims into one of it’s kind.

  Decontamination Protocols, we must enact them, Lothar replied to Logan, We need also enact the Immortalhood Protocols too.

  That has not been done for 20 thousand years, Logan replied, We need Lord Amunki’s permission to do that.

  Condition Silver is an exception to the rule. Lothar replied.

  If you want to do it, go ahead, but leave me out of this. Do remember that your suit’s Immortalhood protocols need of silver blood to activate. I will see if I can find it once I get to the outer perimeter of the city.

  Got plenty of such blood in this limb here that I am holding, Lothar smiled.

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  As the creature flew toward the ground below, it manages to slowly grow of another head. The head is one looking that of a burnt victim, hairless, with silver veins everywhere glowing on its skin. Its eyesballs are pure silver with red pupils.

  The creature is now no longer of the human that it once was. It was perverted by the blood that it carries.

  The human mind that once owned the body before, it’s now swallowed by the other mind that had grown from within it.

  Normally it is a process that would have taken decade. Now, knowing that its life was in jeopardy, it has accelerated of its evolution to that of a creature only could be found described in the most ancient of text and myth from the various cultures and civilizations in this world.

  A Silver Demon, a Chi’Mera.

  Now, its goal was to fully transform of its body to that of what the Chi’Mera’s mind within demands, to whatever it will be. While it was still transforming, to its final form that might take years to decades to complete, its main goal of now was to survive and to prevent of it being track and discovered at all costs.

  The Stealth and Cloaking systems that it now possesses, were special abilities given by the silver blood that’s within of the host’s body.

  The demon smiled for the first time since of its transformation half an hour ago. It knew that it had won the first of its battle. First was the subjugation of the human mind that’s within of its body, now it is free to fully fulfill of its main mission imperative. As soon as it lands with its feet firm on the ground, it will then continue to evade of these unknown hunters that were hunting it.

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  The religious city of Ragalma, once a city of religious devotion, to the common gods that’s worshipped by the many diverse cultures and civilization of this world. Now, it is a city of carnage.

  One of the gods, Logan, was now surveying the bloodletting the creature has cause.

  “Oh Divine Addanos! My Divine LORD! I pray for your divine help!” He heard one of the pilgrims wailed.

  Logan saw a woman in her 40’s holding on to her badly wounded husband. His eyes were wide open and dead looking, also there’s a huge gash cut from his neck and all the way to his chest. Blood is splashed everywhere and his cloths are badly torn.

  The woman is wearing a costume similar in style to that of an Indian saree back billions of years ago. However, Logan’s thought was interrupted, when he saw a man was kneeling on the ground next to a woman, who was almost cut in half in the waist by deep claw marks. Her two children standing next to the man was crying, while the man was praying hard.

  “Oh Divine Galangia! Please answer my prayers! Please resurrect my poor wife! I have two children that need her! O Divine Linalia, please have mercy to my family ”

  “Daddy! Will mom be alright!” One was tugging the man by his shirt.

  Logan knew that she’s beyond help.

  He then walked away from the two case studies and went through the street and see if he can reach the city’s exit. It’s his final chance to find and track the creature from the ground, if Lothar can’t track it from the sky.

  However, there are too many casualties impleading his path to the gate. There are too many bodies in the brick pave street, covered with blood. He saw of deep wicked claw marks that has been cut on the poor and the innocent victims that were happy pilgrims before. Some of the cuts were so deep, it almost severed limbs or body.

  The regretful truth was, Logan has the power to heal these wounds to a certain extend. He can regenerate wounds and limbs, heal a person from the brink of death and even make the old to young again. However, to demonstrate of such healing powers are dangerous. For if he heals of one, he will create a ripple effect that has a wide-reaching outcome. Like more will come for his miracle heal and this will create a domino effect, to the point that he will be single out as someone with god like powers. Which is the last thing he wants.

  He can’t heal the infected. To kill of the invasive poison within of a victim, the solution is either intense heat or cold. And both can kill of the victim too.

  However, Logan must get to the gate of the city now before he loses his quarry.

  He can’t fly like Lothar because of certain restriction that’s in place within of his own Encounter frame.

  Yet there are other things he can do with it.

  Lothar decided to find a quiet hidden corner in the street he could hide just for a few seconds from unseen eyes. For that’ all he needs.

  As soon as he finds the opportunity a minute later, he then orders the suit’s built-in system.

  “Transcessor, Stealth mode, Phase shift on and Hyperspeed”

  A second later, Logan has blend into with the surrounding, completely invisible and he moves at the speed twenty times a normal human could. For he could.

  Time seems to start to slow from around him as he run for the gate. Walls and barriers were now irrelevant to him as he now move through them like a ghost.

  Along the way, he saw the slow movement of people from the unfolding tragedy.

  Priests from many different gods they serve now catering to the wounded. From bandaging to using linen to cover up the dead.

  He then saw of families grieving and crying, women and men kneeling and praying. Incense and prayers can be smell and heard every corner he goes.

  There are orphans, crying to dead parents in one or two cases.

  The whole street to the gate, was paved with blood. It took him seconds to get to the main gate of the city.

  The depth of the night has fallen and fires from torches illuminate the gate and the street everywhere.

  Guards and warriors, mercenaries and bounty hunters now stalks and roams the outer perimeter of the city, both of fear and to protect.

  Armed with the usual knife, shield, swords and spear, Logan laughed silently to himself like those weapons could harmed the creature. Then he also saw of the world’s equivalent of mages with them and their magical equipment like staffs, wands and walking sticks readying with spells readying to pounce on the creature.

  Now that will be effective. Logan smiled. Then something made him stopped. For a few seconds anyway.

  Its that Phisolar fellow and his charge..what the devil are they doing?

  Earlier he saw a Phisolar guardian, whom is a man wearing a hulking Armor that’s clearly powered. He’s from a tribe of humans that has been adopted and care for by the Phisolars, a race of small humaniod creatures that has big heads and small bodies of a child. They are bald with small nose and mouth but with large oval black eyes.

  In this world, they are the most enlighten of the races with a technological achievement on par to a late 22nd century human society back billions of years ago. The guardian or knight has transformed of his Armor into a two wheeled contraption with the hovering pod of his charge that has the little fellow which he protects, now attached to the contraptions left side.

  With weapons in the lights of lasers, cannons and beam sabers, they are not to be mess around with as the duo is now also patrolling the outer perimeter of the city.

  Need to recruit these two one day, Logan smiled as he thew of spherical balls into the air.

  Like marbles, these floating balls now flew into the sky, ten to twenty of them, they then in a minute creates a 3 dimensional picture of the city.

  Logan’s eyes later change colours like that of Lothar a seconds later, as he then initiates of his own multi-modal scans.

  He saw of the trail the creature has left behind, by the silver blood that it has shed from the wounds it has.

  The trail led toward the east of the city, but after it was cut off suddenly.

  Not wasting any time, Logan move toward the end of the trail.

  He then used of his left hand to scan the last of the blood drops.

  Nanites, transformed from the once red blood of the creature.

  It must have sealed of its wounds. Logan said to himself in a disappointed mood. The trail will go to the east of the desert and then toward a few kingdoms of minor powers. Time to make a report.

  This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.

  Logan to Lothar. Logan then now shut off the stealth, phasing and hyper peed systems of his body.

  Lothar here, report.

  I have tracked the creature to the northeast side of the city. I cannot do more as the blood trail has ended.

  Understood. I have activated the Immortal Protocol of my suit. I am now descending from the sky as at 10 meters per second. Be prepare to back me up.

  Oh god, Logan shook his head he always has a flare for the dramatic.

  For the first time in the world’s fifteen thousands of years, a god is about to visit the city in his full regalia and show off.

  3 Mins to my final descend. Logan heard Lothar said.

  Why do you get to have all the fun? Logan cursed, You are not the only one who can show off.

  Be my guest, if your exo-frame can do the job, but..

  Fuck Amunki and his bloody rules, Logan laughed, What’s the plan? Do we wipe out the city?

  No, we get all the wounded in one spot and then incinerate them. Lothar said.

  Easier said than done. Logan snorted.

  That’s why I am appearing as a god. Mortal does as their god’s command.

  Not if they find out of what you are about to do. Logan laughed harshly.

  The events that will follow the next hour, will be forever etch into the world’s history.

  For tales, then legends and Myth will write of the event when the God of war, Lorthal, has come back and visit the city of Ragalma.

  The writings of the Priest would later describe an unnaturally bright white light has suddenly explode out from the dark night and heaven.

  This white light, shines of an angelic energy, will then slowly land in the middle of the city. Right next to the emerald monolith that the city has built on it.

  The Priests and holy men of the city will gasp and cried out in shock, as they saw a god has finally come to answer of their prayers in their moment of need.

  This god, clad in radiant armour of an ancient warrior looking like the Mythical Lorthal then stood lordly and in splendid form to the mortals of the city.

  The priest and holy men then brought out all the religious regalia stored from their temples, regardless of the other gods and goddesses they served, to present them in the attention of Lorthal.

  The commoners, nobles and lords, stood and then kneel, while all were in awe from the presence of their god.

  A ring of holy men and priests has surrounded the monolith and Lorthal. Like the eye from a hurricane, Lorthal stood and then watch of the surrounding mortals that’s in awe of him.

  Logan is however, now but a forgotten puppet.

  The first thing Lothar did in his Lortahl guise, was then to touch of the monolith with his hand, while ignoring the massing mortals surrounding him.

  As soon as the smooth stone of the monolith connects to the skin of Lothar’s hand, a square panel suddenly floats out from the smooth marble like exterior of the Monolith.

  Lothar then brought out of the severed appendage from the creature and touch of its flowing silver blood to the panel.

  The Monolith suddenly came alive with a loud buzzing hum, as the top of its needle suddenly opens.

  A powerful laser like light of yellow then blast and shoots into the night sky.

  From the left vision of Lothar’s eye, a television like square suddenly appeared.

  Alien writings, of a dark band with multi-spectral colour lines appeared next to the face.

  A face looking like a Phisolar but incredibly aged, greeted him.

  “Lord Amunki”, Lothar said to the face, “It has been a long time.”

  “Ten thousand years is hardly a long time, compare to the billions of years that you and I have been around,” said Amunki coldly to Lothar, “I gather this is not a social call, as you have use the communication spire.”

  “Condition Silver, Lord Amunki,” Lothar replied bluntly, “Unknown as to how creature became as it is.”

  “You have its remains?” Lord Amunki suddenly showed alarmed on his aged appearance.

  “Only its appendages,” Lothar replied flatly, “And we have contaminations. A lot.”

  “Status of creature?” Amunki demanded, “It must be found at all cost!”

  “It escaped. Stealth and Cloaked,” Lothar replied regretfully.

  “Track it down then!” Amunki growled.

  “I need resources I don’t have,” Lothar replied with a hint of discomfort. He feared of Amunki personally.

  “Report to the Delerium as soon as you can, and bring that idiot with you, after you decontaminate the area,” Lord Amunki said coldly.

  “Shall I eliminate the city?” Lothar asked.

  “Use your discretion, you are a Powerhood Immortal with billions of years of wisdom. If need to, use orbital weapon platform Tau-nir,” Lord Amunki said before cutting out.

  After this said, the communication monolith then reverts to its original form as before.

  Lothar to Logan.

  Yes?

  Decontaminate and then reports to the Delerium. Lothar ordered.

  Got it! Yippie! We are going home! What’s the plan to decontaminate?

  You won’t like my plan. At least the city would be spared.

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  As soon the metal wall of the monolith revert back to its marbel smooth surface again, at where the panel was.

  Lothar then made of his eyes pulsate of a bright red.

  With his body emitting of a haloing light and floating, he seems like an angelic knight clad in ancient armor.

  With an enhanced and loud voice, he boomed.

  “MORTALS, IT IS I, YOUR DIVINE GOD LORTHAL! I COME TO YOU IN THE HOUR OF YOUR NEED! FOR YOUR PRAYERS AND CALL HAS BEEN HEED!”

  After this said, Lothar did a sweep with his hand and show of his divine and stature.

  At this point, the whole town, as everyone has saw of Lothar’s descend from the heavens earlier.

  With the exception for some priests, whom they believe that have more stature than the rest of the population, save for the wounded, the dead or the dying, everyone is kneeling toward at Lothar.

  Logan on the other hand, wore a mischievous grin and he gave Lothar the middle finger.

  One the priest, a chief priest, from the temple that worship of Lorthal, came and address Lothal in person.

  Naturally, the priest was struck by a mix of awe and fear.

  “Y..your.. Your eminance, we pray for your divine aid, in this timely hour of our need,” The priest begged.

  “Indeed, I am here to help,” Lothar boomed.

  “I.. If.. If I may dare asked, why would the.. the god of war, our.. Divine eminence is here? Not the divine Galangia? Or Adannos? We are in need of healing!” the man almost choked.

  “Do you often question the motive of your gods?” Lothar boomed, in a lighter voice.

  “No.. your eminence!” the preist stammered off.

  “GOOD!” Lothar replied strongly.

  “For I am in the need of your help, before I can heal of those that are wounded. DO I HAVE THE ASISTANCE OF YOU AND YOUR CLEGY?” Lothar said in a commanding tone.

  The man then glanced nervously back at his colleague and then after seeing some nods, he then bowed.

  “We are at your command.”

  “I need of you to move all of the wounded and the dead to a place outside of the city. To an area designated by me, so I can heal them all at once together. Do you understand of my command?” Lothar boomed.

  “We understood.” the Priest replied, with his head still bowing.

  “Excellent, we shall commence at once, one of my mortal helpers will guide you of the location.”

  “We are at yours to command,” the Priest replied vehemently.

  He then barked orders to the other clergy, so they begin to follow of his direction.

  Lothar then rises into the night sky and his light soon bath of the entire city, illuminating it like a second sun is sitting directly above. He then shines of another light, to a deserted area of the city.

  Enough for the Priest to understood of what his intentions are.

  This act of Lothar has cause rumours to spread like wildfire to the mortals of the city.

  Logan, who is on the ground and centre closer to the mortals, heard of the jubilant cries and tears from the desperate and the hopeful.

  “Our prayers are answered! ANSWERED!” he heard a man cried.

  “Yamui! You are going to be saved! Saved!” cried a woman with relief to her wounded husband who has a deep cut on his shoulder.

  “O Praise the Gods! Bless to the Divines! Bless the Divine Lorthal! He comes to us in the hour of our need!”

  Lothar to Logan.

  Yes? Logan replied silently by tapping on the side of his neck

  Time for you to do of your part.

  What do you expect of me to do? I can’t be grandiose in my appearance like you did.

  Fine just let me introduce you and you show them of the designated area.

  I thought what you did before was obvious enough. Logan replied

  Do you believe everyone is that smart to following my orders? Lothar said, there are always the some that are brainless, deaf and stupid.

  Yeah point taken, I will use the drone split technique to clarify your request.

  At this point, Logan commands of his Exo-contact frame to split up. Specifically, there are tiny shards that detached from part of his skeletal exo-frame and then flew off and out of his body.

  From the fifteen that detached, soon each shall then generate a copy of his holographic self.

  Suddenly, Logan found a searchlight, coming from Lothar and illuminates to of where he is in the street.

  A booming voice that rang through the town and said, FOLLOW! FOLLOW THE DIRECTION OF MY MINION! HE SHALL AID OF THE DIRECTION OF MY COMMANDS.

  I am your minion? Since when? Logan said indignantly Lothar, who did not reply back.

  With fifteen copies and himself, Logan then directs of the priest and the crowd to there the wounded and the dead are to be relocated to.

  They are like pigeons, only dumber, Logan thought to himself, during the relocation process.

  The crowd or the population of the town were in a celebratory mood. For they were assured that they were saved as their god is here.

  “Don’t worry, your dear husband Ashok will be resurrected,” said an old woman to comfort of her grieving daughter, whose husband was one of the dead, as the Priests were carrying of his body out to the place of relocation.

  As least, that was what Logan has overheard.

  He heard of other hopeful stories like Limbs regenerated.

  They would be like as good as new.

  “You will see your dearly departed mother again children!” A gleeful man said to his grieving kids.

  To the locals, who are seeing Logan for the first time, now in his split multiple copied selves, they view him as a mixture of awe, curiosity, fear and respect.

  Anyone who is associated with the god of war, is part of the divine conclave and should be treated as one.

  With his fifteen copies selves and him in person, Logan spoke with trans-lingual words to the multi-culture people of the city.

  It would be at least an hour before the wounded, and the dead were relocated to the site that Lothar has wanted.

  Position of orbital weapon platform Taunir? Logan asked Lothar. But Logan can see the position of the orbital platform on a small screen he suddenly opens on the left side of his vision.

  Ten minutes till orbital weapon platform to target synchronisation. Logan heard Lothar replied and he saw the countdown timer.

  The Orbital Weapon Platforms are part of the stealth orbital defence network that the Powerhood Immortals has installed in orbit of this world.

  Each are armed to the teeth with enough firepower to level a solar system and then some, they are equipped with technologies that are apex of the Powerhood science. Each has Fluidic Photonic armor, Polymorphic alloy hull and bio-organic skeletal frame, armed with Trans-Dimensional Teleporters and Molecular disruptors.

  Taunir is one that’s in geosynchronous orbit closest to them.

  Time to redirect the crowd back to the city. Lothar then ordered Logan.

  With fifteen copies of himself, Logan then barked out orders to the population to move away from the assembled wounded and the dead.

  The minutes soon went by, fearful of the command given by Logan, they then went back to the town.

  Logan then heard whispers of doubt.

  “Why would they move Anmara and Jakar so far away from the city?” A woman questioned.

  “The divine Lorthal has his powers to heal, dear Amita, he will heal them as his reasons to do so,” said a person Logan identify as a priest.

  “If our divine lord is going to heal my beloved Anmara and her brother, he could let me stay next to them, he doesn’t need to move them this far away from me,” said the woman, name Amita, “ I wand to console my dear husband as he’s must be afraid that no one is there to assure him.

  “Our divine has his reasons,” the priest replied to her.

  Suddenly, the woman then ran to the site of where the wounded is.

  Logan, seeing the sudden change of events, he aimed with his hand to her, and suddenly, the woman was frozen in time.

  “By the divine Lorthal’s command, no one is to be at where he would heal the wounded or the dead,” Logan then said with his exo-frames speakers at full, that’s enough loud enough to waken the dead, “NO EXCEPTION!”

  “How long will we have to wait” cried another woman.

  “This isn’t right! Why can’t he heal my beloved Mara now?” said a man impatiently.

  Logan to Lothar, the natives are getting restless

  Let them, Lothar replied, we have our orders and duties.

  One minutes to weapon platform above the site. Molecular Disruptor Cannon at 95 percent charge.

  Logan heard the Transcessor in his head reading out the writing on the left side of his screen.

  Above the planet, a diamond shape object suddenly appeared out from the darkness. As its phasing stealth system disengages and then its bottom half opened like a flower.

  Powerful energy tendrils were starting to lash out around of the emitters, as emerald lightnings are merging to one powerful blast, readying to shoot to the land below.

  I am going to ascend to the sky, best you leave the city. Lothar replied.

  You don’t have to tell me, Logan said nervously.

  What do you have to be afraid of? They are just mere mortals. Lothar laughed.

  True. Logan shrugged. I do forget sometimes.

  Logan then saw Lothar starting to ascend into the night sky, just as he then turns on the stealth system on his suit, while the copies of him from the shards of his suit are now returning to merge with it.

  Half a minute later, a pillar of emerald energy descended from the heaven, the wounded and the dead were wiped out of from existence.