Back to Top

Tag Archives: Sempervians

The Ultras who were banished to Sempervia, and ultimately exiled from there.

Light blared like a blast of horns #SciFi #MFRWhooks

Light blared like a blast of horns #SciFi #MFRWhooks

 

In this scene from Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas, the hero is trapped in darkness within a lifepod without one spark of light.

Rather than being put into stasis, his captors have left him to rot.

But there's one small problem: Pietas is immortal...

A Blast of Light

The infernal, cheerful whistling began again. Pietas tried in vain to escape the sound. Shackled at the ankles, hands bound behind him, he remained flat on his back. There were no comfort choices inside his pod.

No. Not his pod. He would never claim such a place.

The prison pod. The nightmare pod. A casket for the living.

Would that whistling never end?

Whoever guarded him whistled, night and day. He must have lips made of steel. How a human kept that up day after day was beyond him. Or perhaps... Did an Ultra guard him? Had one of his people come to free him?

Pietas opened his mouth to call out, and clamped it shut.

If it were one of his people, he needed to wait for them to act. They would do so when the time was right. For now, he suffered bouts of agony as feeling returned to his hands and then left in repeating cycles. His metabolism healed him, but brought pain. He focused on that, accepted the pain, welcomed it, and examined every step of its journey through his body. What one understood, one could bear.

An Ultra does not seek to escape pain. If one inflicts pain, one must bear it. Pain must be borne. Pain is a warrior's ally.

He hovered in a nightmare-filled, windowless, endless monotony of thirst and hunger.

Punctuated with unending lilts of bouncy, alert, happy, chipper whistling.

At first, he'd welcomed the sound. The rising and falling notes broke the tedium of everlasting darkness. It stopped for brief periods, but began again soon after.

He'd considered calling out and asking them to stop. He had gone so far as to open his mouth. But asking implied weakness. He acknowledged no tool of torture.

Beg mercy from humans? Never.

This was not stasis. Stasis meant cessation of thought. Of emotion. A dreamless kind of sleep. The end of awareness. A not-time.

They'd frozen his people in these pods, but they'd imprisoned him.

Or perhaps his blood ran so hot, no human force could freeze him.

The tune changed.

For the love of all that's holy, will you shut up!

Blessed silence fell. But then light blared in his face like a blast of horns.

What fresh perdition was this? They'd tortured him with darkness. Now they'd torture him with light?

Pietas tried to force his eyes open, to face the torture, but after so long in darkness, the light stabbed his eyes. He twisted his head to avoid it.

"You-- you're awake?" The startled voice hovered close, muffled by the pod. "Security! Security! Prisoner Six-Six-Six is out of stasis! I say again, Prisoner Six-Six-Six is out of stasis!"

The alarm in the male voice gave Pietas a measure of pride. Even imprisoned, he engendered fear. They had taken away his name, and given him a number that among humans meant a demonic beast.

Let the legend of Pietas--by name or by number--bring fear straight into the heart of man. No... let it bring terror.

The alarmed voice led him to another thought. Had they not known he was awake? No. These vile creatures had readouts of every type. How could one mistake his beating heart and steady breath for anything other than wakefulness and life? They meant to keep him aware and suffering. They knew.

But whoever was guarding him hadn't. Pietas might hate humans, but he knew the difference between genuine alarm and fake fear. He'd been instigating the real thing for centuries.

Interesting. He could use that.

His eyes adjusted to the light, and he focused on the face hovering over the small window above him.

Was that...Ghost Six?

The light cut off, taking with it the familiar comfort of sight. Pietas bit the inside of his cheek to keep silent.

First Conqueror, War Leader of the Ultras, did not beg.

He did not. He did not.
---

 

A captive of the people he loathes, the immortal Pietas is left for dead on the planet Sempervia. Six, a human soldier who is abandoned with him, offers food and water. A human, offering friendship? This must be another trap,
Pietas must do the one thing he detests. Trust a human...
Bringer of Chaos series
Amazon and Kindle Unlimited 
https://books2read.com/u/4DovO7


JOIN US FOR BOOKHOOKS
Book Hooks is a weekly meme hosted by Marketing for Romance Writers as part of the MFRW Authors Blog. It's a chance each week for you the reader to discover current works in progress or previously published books by possibly new-to-you authors. Thank you for stopping by. Please say hello or leave a note in the comments.

The Ritual of Strength for Pietas

Ritual of Strength

Pietas ap Lorectic
Immortal King featured in
Bringer of Chaos
Model: Nik Nitsvetov
Voice: Zack Black

 

The words are on the screen, but you will want to hear the music and the voice actor.
Zack's performance is exactly the way Pietas sounds in my head.
It's as if this video was filmed in my imagination and brought to life in reality. I can't wait to share it with you!

Images and voiceover on this page are licensed and used with permission.

Turn on your speakers ~ click play ~ watch full screen

Ritual of Strength performed by Nik Nitsvetov
Voiceover performed by Zack Black
Images courtesy of: Nik Nitsvetov and @by_cosphoto
Video editor Zealot6
Based on the Sci Fi series Bringer of Chaos by Kayelle Allen
Music: Coming of Time by Orchestralis, licensed via Dual Horns Studios Ltd

Ritual of Strength

I am Pietas.
First Conqueror.
War Leader of the Ultras.
As fire has victory over life, so I have victory over my enemies.
I am powerful, as fire is powerful.
I own the wind -- I prevail over the breath of my enemies.
Water submits to my presence the way enemies submit to my will.
The blood of my enemies trickles into the pool of time, is absorbed, and forgotten.
My body submits to my will.
No pain defeats me.
No fear touches me.
My will is absolute.
I am bigger than any fear.
I prevail in every circumstance.
I face every foe.
I vanquish every enemy.
I overcome.
I am indomitable.
I am invincible.


Pietas on Facebook
Pietas in the Bringer of Chaos series

Bringer of Chaos: Origin

Origin of Pietas

Bringer of Chaos: Origin of Pietas by Kayelle AllenGenre: science fiction, space opera
Download the first three chapters. (Read how to send this sample to your Kindle)

Bringer of Chaos: the Origin of Pietas

Universal book link (find it anywhere) https://books2read.com/u/4DovO7

On the day of impending peace talks with humans, Pietas, narcissistic leader of the immortal Ultras, must bow to the will of the mighty Council or face impeachment.

As he suspected, the peace talks devolve into an inescapable trap. Faced with the perma-death of his beloved mother and the destruction of his people, Pietas surrenders.

Once imprisoned aboard a vessel bound for the edge of the galaxy, he finds an unlikely ally in the human to whom he surrendered.

How low has he fallen!

He now has no choice. Either he will doom his people to exile and face the end of his own immortality, or place his faith in that which he most hates. A human.

Origin of Pietas Excerpt

In this scene, Pietas experiences an unfamiliar situation — a friend who has his back. It begins with Pietas speaking.

“My father would get so angry with me, Six. He’d say it under his breath, but I heard. He’d call me useless. I say that about myself.”

“How can you think of yourself as useless? You’re the most powerful Ultra ever created. Everybody knows that.”

With a twitch of his fingers, Pietas dismissed the praise. “It is not how I feel. If I were telepathic, I could have found my people by now. If I were telepathic, I wouldn’t have gotten us marooned on an alien world. No, my father was right. When it comes to telepathy, I am useless.”

“Wow.” Six tossed part of a small branch onto the fire, sending sparks spiraling upward. “Biggest pity party I’ve ever been to.”

Pietas leaned on one hand to face Six. “What is a pity party?

“When you feel sorry for yourself and expect others to do the same thing ‘Poor me. Look how I’m suffering.’ That’s a pity party.”

“Excuse me for sharing how I felt.”

“You were doing fine, until you said you were useless. I don’t care who told you that. It’s a pure out-and-out lie and you know it. To let anybody else’s opinion of you keep you from being your best…” Six threw down the stick. “Look, Ultra. That’s not you, okay? Listen to me. I sat with you while you were nothing but two big blue eyes, and blackened skin stretched over bones. You couldn’t lift your head, you were so weak. You tried not to show how much pain you were in, but I could see it. I could hear it in the way you panted, trying to breathe. The way you hobbled about as if all your bones were broken. But you fought like a caged animal to get your strength back. I will never accept any lie about you being useless. You’re one of– No, you are the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

The pride at those words from so dear a friend–a human friend–brought tears to his eyes. Pietas turned his head, and blinked them away.

Our dear Bringer of Chaos makes a few rather… shall we say…”pointed” comments about humans while he explains how we use cookies on this site: Cookies
Do you dare to follow Pietas on Facebook?
Did you know Pietas is on Pinterest?

Video for Bringer of Chaos

Ritual of Strength performed by Nik Nitsvetov
Voiceover performed by Zack Black
Images courtesy of: Nik Nitsvetov and @by_cosphoto
Video editor Zealot6
Based on the Sci Fi series Bringer of Chaos by Kayelle Allen
Music: Coming of Time by Orchestralis, licensed via Dual Horns Studios Ltd


[signoff]

%d bloggers like this: