The Brutes of Planet Moiromma [Episode #3] Morg and the Menacing Ghoul of Planet Moiromma
The Brutes of Planet Moiromma
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
Episode #3
In:
Morg and the Menacing Ghoul of: Planet Moiromma
1
Morg
Stretched faced, down in the dirt, hiding in a knot of brown grass and ice, the menacing ghoul, was looking for Morg, figuring he’d get him out the way, and do his dirty deeds in Brutes Villa, but Morg would not show his face, nor cold he run to the cold lands here his beasts perhaps could protect him, the Reptilian-Walruses. On the other hand he had contemplated warning the tribe, the Villa, of there were perhaps some 15,000 inhabitants; He as not fearful of many things, but perhaps only Siren, Tangor, Rognat and the Ghoul. And as far as a menacing ghoul, how does one fight one so was his way of thinking.
I cannot tell you in any modern terms the anger he was feeling though, for the loss of his rulership of Moiromma. In a world where beast, man and envy were almost equal in a man’s soul, it is hard to describe. It was Tangor who dethroned him because he wanted to be worshiped, and when he said he’d not press the point with his people, Tangor didn’t believe him, and having watched him fight before in the mud arena, he vanished, figuring he’d return to the Villa, after he left (he was headed for the planet SSARG, in the Black Galaxy)) or otherwise known as the Dark Galaxy)); so now was his time to take his throne back. But the Ghoul came into existence from some far off planet, perhaps the Gray Planet, and figured he’d get into he act, take what he wanted, which was to be worshiped.
But again, I should remind you, he was in the Villa, hiding by the caves, and the Ghoul, now had given up his search for Morg, and took on his quest—grisly he stood in mid air, perhaps as tall as twenty Reptilian-Walruses stacked on top of one another, he stood at the edge of the Caves, and made his demands.
2
The Ghoul
So it was the Ghoul, standing at the edge of the entrances of the caves (the caves ere cut out of solid limestone formations, unto its tunnels, eons earlier; nothing remarkable about their architecture, rooms somewhat rectangular, some circular, others oval; the corridors somewhat twisty in shape, some straight. There was in the caves, some tubs placed long ago, in the ceilings, of somekind of radioactive lighting; no one touched them, no one knew what they were, and Tangor had told the people of Moiromma, the source of power in those tubes were the same as in his spacecraft, thus, they would kill should they fool around with them.)
Morg, was still hiding in the same brown, icy grass, it was summer on Moiromma, a short season indeed, but a time when green grass grew, and turned brown within days.
Said the Ghoul Nanoc, “Build me a pyre on the edge of town, then bring me a sacrifice to burn,” he demanded of the people, “or face the consequence, or I will put spears through your double hearts in the middle of the night?”
And so it was a pyre to be constructed, out of blocks from the strata in the sandstone caves, and on the pyre, was put the dry brown grass Nanoc demanded, and all that was needed now, was the sacrifice, and the ghoul wanted a live youthful one, a young virgin would only do.
Interlude
Nanoc data
The planet Cibara is just beyond the Asteroid Moon Ice Cap, which orbits the cold planet called Moiromma, just beyond our solar system— the Cibaralites its inhabiting demon or hybrids [Hybrids: implying as half Cibara and half demonic were originally brought to Cibara from earth, via angelic renegades (in time past), such as, Crick’el and Amasras, both demonic hybrids. These hybrids slept underneath the topsoil of the crust of the planet Cibara; thus, the caves of Moiromma were like home to some. The Ghoul, was an offshoot, of they hybrid and a full Cibaralite, yet he was more spirit than flesh; where many of the hybrids were more flesh than spirit. But they can be contained, if one was willing to try to capture one, and contain it. Its normal size could be personified, that is, stretched to its limits. Hence, it perhaps was only a fifty the size or a sixteenth the original size one saw. Having said that we must get back to the story.
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3
The Pyre
The Ghoul gape at on child walking form on hut to another, and bellowed to those standing near her, “Take the child, she will do,” her name was Ahtas, the Granddaughter of Kahg, the Brute Warrior, his father fought, and was killed by Tangor; thus his wife now a widow of sorts. Morg saw this, as did many others, but what could anyone do, they had not faced such odds before, knew not how to fight a ghoul that could stand in mid air, look as huge as a hill, and still had substance as to grab a spear and cast it through flesh.
And so the child was put on the pyre, and the grass was lit, and no one saw the whereabouts of the great hunter, Morg.
The ghoul had never been worshiped before, it was a poisoned moment, he went wild as they bowed like slaves, he became a hungry cobra, the whole villa was under his evil horror of a twisted demonic spell, and Ahtas, was now feeling he smoke, the head, the first sacrifice, then the Ghoul announced, he was their god, no less would he be.
Tangor was returning from SSARG, he had a feeling, or Siren did, and se had telepathy, and she somehow informed Tangor, he was needed on Moiromma, and upon his return, he saw Morg hiding by the caves, and the ghoul standing abreast the pyre, and he child laying down on it, and a fire starting around her, and all of Brutes Villa, bowing to the Ghoul. Tangor had stopped on Cibara, and made a deal with Opus, a pure demon of Earth, who had escaped his old job, and who was hiding likewise from Hell’s Demonic King, Belphegor. Demons are many things but they are not omnipotent. And he was cleaver, save for the fact, he was not found in over 20,000-years. Thus, Tangor made a deal, swallow the Demon King, said: “Take him back with you to Cibara, and imprison him, lest you want me to inform the world, where you are, and the echoes will reach the halls of hell.”
Yes, it was blackmail, but in return, he would keep his safe haven. And the only way to catch a ghoul is to have favor with God, or get a demon cleaver demon or ghoul to do the work. And as Tangor descended the planet Moiromma, a vortex swept over the pyre, putting out the fire, and like a tornado—the ghoul was taken from Moiromma. At which moment, Morg ran to save the child, taking in the moment to be a hero, one that he really wasn’t, and thus, he was looked upon as just that.
A worthy king in the makings, and he made a deal with Tangor, should he be a righteous king, would he please not interfere, and let him go back to his throne, should the people of Moiromma not mind. Well, funny how people forget so soon the rot and ruin rulers bring to their people, in this case Brutes Villa, and so Tangor agreed, out of protest, but wise he figured to, for he figured: the people of Moiromma would get what they deserved with Morg, and had he stopped him, he would look like the thief.
[Part of the: Cadaverous Planets]
Episode #3
In:
Morg and the Menacing Ghoul of: Planet Moiromma
1
Morg
Stretched faced, down in the dirt, hiding in a knot of brown grass and ice, the menacing ghoul, was looking for Morg, figuring he’d get him out the way, and do his dirty deeds in Brutes Villa, but Morg would not show his face, nor cold he run to the cold lands here his beasts perhaps could protect him, the Reptilian-Walruses. On the other hand he had contemplated warning the tribe, the Villa, of there were perhaps some 15,000 inhabitants; He as not fearful of many things, but perhaps only Siren, Tangor, Rognat and the Ghoul. And as far as a menacing ghoul, how does one fight one so was his way of thinking.
I cannot tell you in any modern terms the anger he was feeling though, for the loss of his rulership of Moiromma. In a world where beast, man and envy were almost equal in a man’s soul, it is hard to describe. It was Tangor who dethroned him because he wanted to be worshiped, and when he said he’d not press the point with his people, Tangor didn’t believe him, and having watched him fight before in the mud arena, he vanished, figuring he’d return to the Villa, after he left (he was headed for the planet SSARG, in the Black Galaxy)) or otherwise known as the Dark Galaxy)); so now was his time to take his throne back. But the Ghoul came into existence from some far off planet, perhaps the Gray Planet, and figured he’d get into he act, take what he wanted, which was to be worshiped.
But again, I should remind you, he was in the Villa, hiding by the caves, and the Ghoul, now had given up his search for Morg, and took on his quest—grisly he stood in mid air, perhaps as tall as twenty Reptilian-Walruses stacked on top of one another, he stood at the edge of the Caves, and made his demands.
2
The Ghoul
So it was the Ghoul, standing at the edge of the entrances of the caves (the caves ere cut out of solid limestone formations, unto its tunnels, eons earlier; nothing remarkable about their architecture, rooms somewhat rectangular, some circular, others oval; the corridors somewhat twisty in shape, some straight. There was in the caves, some tubs placed long ago, in the ceilings, of somekind of radioactive lighting; no one touched them, no one knew what they were, and Tangor had told the people of Moiromma, the source of power in those tubes were the same as in his spacecraft, thus, they would kill should they fool around with them.)
Morg, was still hiding in the same brown, icy grass, it was summer on Moiromma, a short season indeed, but a time when green grass grew, and turned brown within days.
Said the Ghoul Nanoc, “Build me a pyre on the edge of town, then bring me a sacrifice to burn,” he demanded of the people, “or face the consequence, or I will put spears through your double hearts in the middle of the night?”
And so it was a pyre to be constructed, out of blocks from the strata in the sandstone caves, and on the pyre, was put the dry brown grass Nanoc demanded, and all that was needed now, was the sacrifice, and the ghoul wanted a live youthful one, a young virgin would only do.
Interlude
Nanoc data
The planet Cibara is just beyond the Asteroid Moon Ice Cap, which orbits the cold planet called Moiromma, just beyond our solar system— the Cibaralites its inhabiting demon or hybrids [Hybrids: implying as half Cibara and half demonic were originally brought to Cibara from earth, via angelic renegades (in time past), such as, Crick’el and Amasras, both demonic hybrids. These hybrids slept underneath the topsoil of the crust of the planet Cibara; thus, the caves of Moiromma were like home to some. The Ghoul, was an offshoot, of they hybrid and a full Cibaralite, yet he was more spirit than flesh; where many of the hybrids were more flesh than spirit. But they can be contained, if one was willing to try to capture one, and contain it. Its normal size could be personified, that is, stretched to its limits. Hence, it perhaps was only a fifty the size or a sixteenth the original size one saw. Having said that we must get back to the story.
▪
3
The Pyre
The Ghoul gape at on child walking form on hut to another, and bellowed to those standing near her, “Take the child, she will do,” her name was Ahtas, the Granddaughter of Kahg, the Brute Warrior, his father fought, and was killed by Tangor; thus his wife now a widow of sorts. Morg saw this, as did many others, but what could anyone do, they had not faced such odds before, knew not how to fight a ghoul that could stand in mid air, look as huge as a hill, and still had substance as to grab a spear and cast it through flesh.
And so the child was put on the pyre, and the grass was lit, and no one saw the whereabouts of the great hunter, Morg.
The ghoul had never been worshiped before, it was a poisoned moment, he went wild as they bowed like slaves, he became a hungry cobra, the whole villa was under his evil horror of a twisted demonic spell, and Ahtas, was now feeling he smoke, the head, the first sacrifice, then the Ghoul announced, he was their god, no less would he be.
Tangor was returning from SSARG, he had a feeling, or Siren did, and se had telepathy, and she somehow informed Tangor, he was needed on Moiromma, and upon his return, he saw Morg hiding by the caves, and the ghoul standing abreast the pyre, and he child laying down on it, and a fire starting around her, and all of Brutes Villa, bowing to the Ghoul. Tangor had stopped on Cibara, and made a deal with Opus, a pure demon of Earth, who had escaped his old job, and who was hiding likewise from Hell’s Demonic King, Belphegor. Demons are many things but they are not omnipotent. And he was cleaver, save for the fact, he was not found in over 20,000-years. Thus, Tangor made a deal, swallow the Demon King, said: “Take him back with you to Cibara, and imprison him, lest you want me to inform the world, where you are, and the echoes will reach the halls of hell.”
Yes, it was blackmail, but in return, he would keep his safe haven. And the only way to catch a ghoul is to have favor with God, or get a demon cleaver demon or ghoul to do the work. And as Tangor descended the planet Moiromma, a vortex swept over the pyre, putting out the fire, and like a tornado—the ghoul was taken from Moiromma. At which moment, Morg ran to save the child, taking in the moment to be a hero, one that he really wasn’t, and thus, he was looked upon as just that.
A worthy king in the makings, and he made a deal with Tangor, should he be a righteous king, would he please not interfere, and let him go back to his throne, should the people of Moiromma not mind. Well, funny how people forget so soon the rot and ruin rulers bring to their people, in this case Brutes Villa, and so Tangor agreed, out of protest, but wise he figured to, for he figured: the people of Moiromma would get what they deserved with Morg, and had he stopped him, he would look like the thief.
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