The cursed city of gold

The Cursed City of Gold



I sit above the world looking down upon the great vastness of the Earth. It’s a nice planet and I often times will come and look at it. I appreciate the swirling clouds the vast landscapes, and most interesting of all, the people. You are such an amazing race of beings. The trauma and drama of human existence is something like entertainment for me. I sit and gaze upon you from the clouds and wonder why you act and think in such a way as you do.
Some of my friends think I am some what strange to pay attention to you. “What does it matter?” they ask. “There life is short and full of pain and fleeting joys, why bother even looking at it?” I don’t know why I do. Perhaps I should look into it, but for some reason the fact that even though men live for such a short time and only a very few can grasp the subtleness of the world around them; they still strive to live and make the most of what is there. Well at least some of them.
All of the sudden a messenger came to me to deliver his message. He was a representative of the king of the masters. His being was so powerful I could hardly see him, a large and glowing shape he seemed, but vision is a poor tool, for it does not reveal the truth of these beings. He was far more powerful than me, I am much more powerful than you could ever experience or dream, but that is me. So he came with a purpose and revealed it with a feeling. I knew at once what I was supposed to do. Communication by emotional transmission is rather quick and to the point. I knew I was needed to help in a far off place and that what I needed to do would be revealed as I went.
The bonus of working for the Masters is that they know so much about me, they never give me a task I can’t handle. I was floating above this world and the messenger made a gesture. Instantly I was above a different planet. The messenger moved a few fingers rhythmically and we were closer a couple of miles above the surface. I could see a large city surrounded by desert.
Sometimes, my existence involves learning and training. Sometimes I am in deep meditation upon events of the universe. What I was doing now however was a mission. I always like them because I love confrontation. That is what the masters send me to do. Kill people and things, and take care of what needs to be taken care of. I know you humans might not understand completely how the universe works. I can kill anything and not feel any regret. I fear nothing either. Humans seem to live in constant fear and regret. But I am not human and you are not me so I can look over the differences. I am an Immortal, a servant of the masters. I am sent to handle disturbances, wherever and whenever they happen to appear.
I descended to the ground. The world which I landed on was ugly as far as natural surroundings yet very materially wealthy. A large golden city surrounded by dessert. The city was surrounded by a 30 foot high wall made of gold which was decorated in giant statues of various otherworldly beings. They were all dressed for battle and drinking the blood of there enemies. Every quarter mile there was a guard tower which was 60 feet high. There was a high gate with two statues on each side of a guardian beast. Beyond the Walls was a very high palace which was supported by pillars of solid gold and made to look like goddesses. Not the place I would normally make a home but not bad for a place to work. The people were very passionate and over indulgent but at least by the exteriors of the city they had some good taste.
I arrived and because of my appearance they all recognized who I was and what I was there for. I was obviously a lot different looking than anyone else. They were all some type of flesh based life forms that resembled humans. I am made more of subtle energy than them; in fact I only have enough physical substance to interact in my surroundings.
Sometimes I wonder if people ever write down what I do, or remember it, I hope they never get the wrong impression. The hero’s and teachers of men are sometimes called as gods or even as God himself. This stems from the natural tendency to look up to those who are greater than us and who we feel we can get protection from. This stems from mortal childhood and the fact that men have fathers and are born needy and prone. They can’t even burp on there own. It has a real reason which is that people also have a need to protect those who are weaker than them. We want to be wanted and need to be needed. Lots of the times that’s called as love. It helps a mother and baby from a bond which will last both there lifetimes.
I seriously hope people never get the wrong impression about me, or ever make some statue of me and call me as God. I don’t think it’s possible as I just normally show up and kill something and get out as fast as I can. The real people who have to worry are the teachers. The human mind is so selfish it tends to listen to something and pick what it likes or what it feels it can use, instead of what is actually being said. It has been said that men can use scripture to prove and promote anything, and considering the bloody history of selfish holy wars I tend to agree. Its kind of sad how people always choose to pay attention to the miracles and not the words of there hero’s. Oh he did this and that and I love him for that, but when it comes to what they say about morality well then I live my life how I dam well please. I think that’s why I like just going in and getting a job done, that way I wont have to be insulted by people in the future.
Some of the people came to me. “A entity came and took control over our city, please help us. He was good at first. He said he had a new way of doing things that would change our lives but turned evil. Everything is the same but now he has all the power and wants our women and children”
I love this hero stuff, that’s why I do what I do. This is the typical kind of thing I always run into. People making a false presentation of themselves and then revealing there true nature, its just that some times there true self happens to be baby eating power hungry monsters from places I am not allowed to talk about. They always offer some kind of false hope or salvation in exchange for people’s life and soul. I wonder what the price of peace of mind is. This is the kind of thing I spend thousands of years pondering over. What they failed to realize is that some people are never content and even if they were to attain some kind of peace they would go mad from the lack of disturbance. They wanted a change and nothing sells like salvation.
I hold up my hand to calm the crowd of people who have gathered there. “Look don’t be afraid just tell me where he or it is. I’ll handle it all from there.”
That wasn’t such a hard request because soon I felt him approaching. The earth started shaking. His low growls and high pitched screams mixed together disturbing the atmosphere. The city gates opened and he had to duck to go through them. He was at least as tall as one of the guard towers. It was a very skinny sinewy being with a gaunt boney face on a bald head. His grin had long teeth which gave an expression like a mix between a dog who hadn’t eaten in two years and a drug addict who was looking for a fix. In his hand was a large thick blade, almost like a cleaver.
He wasn’t the biggest one of his kind I have ever met. Once I was a bit drunk on my own might and flew down to a very dark place and met a entity who could hold that whole city in his hand. It was divine mercy that I managed to escape in that case.
I jumped back and started flying at an angle and used a mystic power to acquire my bow. It’s the bow I always use. If I had more of an imagination I suppose I would give it some kind of heroic name. I have access to whole host of weapons which I use my acquisition power to summon, and I even some times use fire sacrifice to get very special weapons.
The great beast raced towards me the bright sun glinting on the gold and sand behind him yet his great shadow covering the earth before him. It all happened very fast. I drew a divine missile and placed it on my bow. It was a glowing force of my energy condensed into a warhead shaped like a blade. I released it and the weapon traveled so fast and with so much power the creatures head almost hit the earth as soon as let it loose. His body stumbled around for a time and finally fell over.
The massive head rolled towards me and as it did so it split in half and a handsome and princely youth emerged dressed in armor and brandishing a wicked blade. I drew my sword and descended towards him. It became an exchange of blows and curses at this point. I beheaded him many times but his head would only grow back. I personally hate this breed of demon. They always have some kind of boon or magic that keeps them from being killed in the normal fashion. Our swords clashed and danced for a good 10 minuets which I must admit is a lot longer than normal. I think people get this weird idea about war and fighting but a confrontation really doesn’t last that long. Whoever is going to win will win quite fast. We stopped shortly and he looked at me very closely.
He spoke to me in a fairly soft voice “You know, I was once one of your kind. I was even the same class as your last birth. But I took to corruption and sin and instead of the divine I am now a demon.”
He paused and looked at me for a short time trying to gauge my reaction. I just kept my typical blank face.
“Look I will make you a deal.” He continued “It is quite obvious that you can’t kill me, and I cannot defeat you. Let this continue some other time but for now I will let you stay in my city.”
I thought for some time about this proposal and agreed. It was quite good because I needed time to find what his weakness was. I think he could tell that I was too much of a champion to battle me face to face and his bet was that either he could buy me out or kill me some other way.
He took the buy me out option first. His breed is very addicted to only getting what they want and don’t fight so often. He was expecting me to be like most beings in this world. One thing I have noticed is that people can’t and won’t think beyond themselves and their own mind. He couldn’t in his wildest dreams think I was completely intent on ending his pathetic life, which was the major flaw I was going to exploit. Most people do what they do because they have to and as a result they are swayed by others. I was chosen for this because my whole human life I fought for truth. I love this. I had a goal and I was going to fulfill it.
The other thing I could tell was that he only was fighting because he only intended to show force hoping it would sway me. Actually as a matter of fact most people when they engage in a show of force they don’t intend to end some one. To me it seems childish to only make a show of force. I will only make an aggressive action when I intend to take it to the end. As a result I don’t make to many quarrels in this world, because most people obviously don’t deserve death.
We entered his treasury and he showed me his various jeweled blades and other weapons. All the gems which were celestial in origin had a self luminous quality. He showed me one of his rings it is made of a swirl of gold with a large glowing celestial gem in the center I had 3 rings at that time and I showed him my rings. One was a giant amethyst which had a deep purple glow there was also a red corral and a clear sapphire. .
I was offered a job as a minister in charge of property. Basically I kept track of who owned what and if they owed money It was my job to get it. I didn’t much like it but as long as it gave me a chance to figure something out I was going to go through with it. I walked around the city looking at the massive golden buildings. Despite the fact that they are all made of gold it is still a depressing place. I have spent some time in the capital of the masters. It is a Golden city also, but this place was to boring. Despite there wickedness demons are boring beyond imagination. There concept of what is appealing to the eye is a bit twisted, large geometric shapes and spheres, Its all quite plain and strange if you ask me. They have a lack of life and almost no appreciation for nature. Well there world has no sun at least they have it here, but is so much on the border of the demon worlds it has almost no nature.
I walked down the road and some one came to me with a paper for me to sign. There was a picture of a building and words in demonic pictographs which I cant really read so well. I signed it and continue down the road looking at the city.
The prince returns looking annoyed “You know I thought I would be nice and let you live here and this is how you repay me.”
“What the hell you are saying.” is all I could manage to utter
“You are not supposed to approve the building of something new without referring to me.”
“I cant even read your writing, some lackey came and told me to sign so I did.” I rebuked
He gets really angry and yells. “I thought you would be more responsible than that.”
I am angry and yell back “What the hell!! You are dam lucky I haven’t ended your pathetic little existence yet.”
I snapped out my arm and grab him by the neck with my hand. Using his head as a battering ram I charge through a large wall from the city street into the hallway of a palace. The golden walls start falling spreading splinters and shards all over the carpets. The walls which are still undamaged are covered with red tapestry and the ceiling is an arch. Swords are drawn once more and begin to dance. I cannot get the upper hand over his regeneration. It’s like his body cannot be harmed by blades.
The best tool in any kind of combat is versatility and I soon realize maybe my approach is the problem. I happened to once visit a very powerful master who lived atop a mountain and as a result I acquired the ability to change into animals. I change myself into a tiger. It’s a strange experience to become a beast mostly because I am so used to walking on my two legs. But there are some bonuses. The look on his face becomes one of terror and I leap at both the fear and his surprise. It’s a rather quick bout as my claws rip his flesh. His hot blood spills on the floor. There is no regeneration at this point he is not immune to these weapons. He pushes me off and tries to swing at me, but I return with a massive stroke of my claw at his right shoulder with all my weight his arm is almost completely removed and dangles by a few tendons. He falls to his knees and I finish him with a quick bite to the neck.
After the battle I return to my normal form and take his gold ring. Its not thievery it is a memento so to speak. He was one of my greatest enemies so far.