The Catacombs of Cibara [Introduction Chapters to "The Cardaverous Planets"]

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The Catacombs of Cibara

Part I

The Forbidden Planet

The planet Cibara is just beyond the Asteroid Moon Ice Cap, which is which orbits the cold planet called Moiromma, just beyond our solar system–if one is to call Pluto, the last planet within our solar system.

Malsi, High Priest of Cibara

In the dreadful passages which one would scarcely choose to walk alone in, much less, for long periods at a time, dwells the catacomb of Cibara. Unseen by other species–other phylum, other than the Cibaralites, that is, or its inhabiting demon, or hybrid [Hybrids: implying as half-Cibara and half demonic, originally brought to Cibara from earth, via, by angelic-renegades, such as, Crick’el and Amasras].

These hybrids sleep underneath the top soil of the crust of the planet Cibara–underneath its tons of ice, that leads into the subterranean graveyards of 90,000-years past. In this labyrinth of caves, tunnels and cavities, resides a city of dead corpuses: mostly hybrids (which would be considered on earth: morphological innovations of evolution through mutations, and recombination, thus connecting possibly two species together at one time, making one); some pure Cibara, and still others from nearby planets, to include earth, and Moiromma. A sanctuary of and for evil spirits, familiar spirits as some have called them, all in decay, and exceeding foulness. And so Opus guards the main entrance as the gatekeeper as Malsi the High Priest walks the halls.

–Opus is a pure demon, and Malsi is a hybrid; Malsi being the last of his kind. But this little impetuous story started long ago, let me update you. Malsi was born from a Cibara woman who cohabitated with a demon, he of course is the offspring of this demise. But back when it was prevalent for Cibara, when hundreds of demons were cohabitating with the flesh of the planet that is, birth was given to countless, nameless offspring. But this ungodly act was not to last. Let me back track a little, and explain:

when Malsi surfaces for air, fresh cool air–for the catacombs can become quite suffocating–and still one must remember the High Priest, carries the blood of the Cibara people, and is in need of such un- nauseating relief. However, what he does is moderately magical in a Habilis way with a spell; he surfaces above ground by a big Cyprus tree (and I say Cyprus, for on this planet I do not know what else to call it for it resembles one), one with gigantic roots, roots as huge as pythons, and seemingly not all that far from the entrance where Opus guards. These great roots are a tunnel of sorts; for the shape-shifting Malsi, who must transfer through them in a mist like form, as he will come out the upper end to the surface of the planet; for they hang down into the emptiness of the underground halls, creeping deep throughout the planets subterranean soil; the roots sink right into his little grotto.

Within his mouth, he has sharp and pointed fangs with poisonous juices that spray out along their sides; and a mist covers his body, as he shape-shifts out of the roots: as they are extended and ready for combat should he need them. The facade of mist protects him from would be assassins. And within his body, he carries a soul: yes, like all physical beings, or half physical that is, phylum in character: a living and dying soul, one that is in decay, not the unfilled souls of demonic beings, for there is light, not much but illumination nonetheless.

On this desolate and half frozen planet, forbidden to visit by space travelers because of the death curse that seems to surround it: thus, they live isolated for the most part, yet yearning to rule the two solar systems theirs [the one Moiromma is on, which it is on the rim, the edge of both]; and the one earth is in–the Milky Way, with its cloudy like milk containing many luminous bands of stars in the midnight sky.

The Catacombs of Cibara

Havoc in the Catacombs

Part II

In the days that are now far in the past, there was what was known as “The Old Ones,” angelic beings, originating from a bygone era on earth, which was called the Pre-Satanic Era, (these Old Ones, now angelic renegades), demonic as they are known now, were a happy race, until a holy angelic-being called Lucifer, wanted to rule heaven and earth, he being the champion of the lot. In point of fact, in time rebellion took over, and Lucifer turned evil, and thenceforth, was called the Adversary [or Satan, the Adversary for short]. Therefore, the other angelic beings: beings with wings and supernatural capability: abilities that exceeded all other beings in the Universe, save for the fact of the sacred beings, at the request of their friends–their friends now being called demons and by some species and races within certain species, demigods, paid a handsome price with their cohabitating with females, hiding them for the angelic beings, and selling them for a free ride out of earths atmosphere. Whereupon, they found another planet to infest: Cibara; beyond Moiromma.

In the meantime, the angelic renegades were cast into a pit; consequently, no more could be taken out of earth’s gravity belt, at this point and time. Two of these so called supernatural-beings (referred to as: transporting angelic beings) by the names of: Crick’el, and Amasras were the sole providers for as previous mentioned, transportation to other planets, the list of names is larger by far, but it would do little credence to list them all now. All in all, things seemed to work out well for the demonic-race and the hybrids (the hybrids being of course, of the physical and supernatural); alas, this was not a good set up for the original inhabitants of the planet, the Cibaralites, I speak of.

Suru’el

Malsi had taken his daily breath of air, as he appeared outside of the roots of the great Cyprus tree, filling his lungs up with the cool breeze of the surrounding semi-arctic climate, and this being the warmer part of the year. There landscape was not as deadly or severe as Moiromma, as they had some where around 90% surface coverage of ice sheets, glaciers, and mountains covered with icecaps, and snow just about wherever one would glance in the far distance, as well as not nearby. But then, their planet was only half the size of their planet of Moiromma, yet it could sustain life better, and had many more living animals, where as, Moiromma, had but a few worms, fish, and rodents to choose from (thus, cannibalism took place). But many things could grow on this little planet in spite of the coldness; the plants seemed to store its needed nutrients within its own system, like a camels hump, and thus, survived all seasons.

But what I was about to say was that Malsi was filling his lungs up with the coolness of the spring air, it was possible about 35F [above ground], a warm spring day indeed–and with such days one wanted to take advantage of them, for they were far and in-between. Whereas, Moiromma’s spring at this time was below zero, and of course earths was a mixture of different tempters according to the hemispheres.

There he sat on the root he came out of: transferred like a seeping mist lifting up over a mountain. Then he simply looked about, gazing to and fro, enjoying the life of spring; one might say optimistic about life he was, generally speaking; but when Suru’el appeared: just like that, a sight to behold, a holy gigantic being, brighter than the suns rays, should a human-being look at this being with the naked eye for longer than a moment, surly his eyes would burn to crust–but he stayed his distance, and was covered mostly with white linen to offset the brightness, except for his face, hands, neck and feet. It shook him a bit, the suddenness of Suru’el’ appearance–matter of fact he froze in fear for that moment, eyes cast wide open like large hail balls, not moving, not sure if he should try to move. He thought: no holy angelic-being would come unless he had a task, a message, a mission of sorts, from the Godhead Himself, the Almighty God of the Universe, the Creator. He tried to swallow, but his mouth went dry, Opus could not see him, he was sure of that, but somehow he felt he needed to warn him, not sure why he had to warn him, what could either he or Opus do, not a thing should the angelic-being want a conquest, a battle, but he worked on the fact: holy angels do not strike first–thank God–should that be the dilemma, he was a dead creature at that. Again, he found himself stationary for the moment, and a very dramatic moment at that:

then from this angelic-being, its hands cast a flame, a hissing flame, a twisting and bolting flame, that sucked into the roots of the tree, and into the crust of the earth, all the way to the catacombs. As the tree shook, and the ground wobbled, Malsi stood up, his eyes as big as tennis balls, almost in shock, he looked towards the gates, the entrance where Opus was: everything was cascading in and around him; and Opus could not be seen or be heard. And the ground opened up, and lava filled the underground tunnels, reminiscent of a flowing river. There was nothing really to be said, it was as if it was all overdue.

Said Suru’el, “Should you or your kind [meaning the demon on the planet] cohabitate with the women of Cibara again, I will come back and like the Old Ones from Earth [for there were many legends], I will chain and bind you to the abyss, just like Ura’el did on Earth. Do you understand?”

Thus, ever since that day, so many years ago, the demonic forces that came from earth, to live among the residents of Cibara, now were restricted to body possession only. And should their dirty minds want to cohabitate they would have to do it through possession of another person, and so they did.

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Source by Dennis Siluk Dr.h.c.