This is the first (and the introduction) of ten parts of the fantasy story I wrote entitled "Before My Eyes", written for a class's second semester project. It was fun as hell writing it, and I think I may have done a better job, but I did do the whole thing in first-person which I may or may not have failed to fulfill with satisfying integrity (because time-crunches are really hard to deal with). I had a little fun with religion and common morals, throwing them out the window... sorta. Hehe.
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Interlude
I can surely say that most honorable people who have taken a number of human lives greater than one would say they are not very proud to have done so. Most people could imagine the mentality they would come to hold for taking just one human life. I, though noble but barbaric to some in the public eye, will finally say that I feel no sorrow for what had to be done. I have eliminated many demonic or delusional human beings, a long list of them, for the sake and welfare of others for the better-half of my existence. What I will say in retrospective of the events that happened so many years ago is that those lives I took were of guilty men. They held no honor, discipline, or understanding to their hearts. Behind their public portraits were beasts. Their under-skin was bloodied and soaked with power and the screaming of an innocent soul held helplessly captive, and that soul was forced into the bidding of a savage mind.
This is the historical account of my beginning, my preparation, and the most important souls delivered to their rightful resting place; the infernal underworld.
Before that, I shall duly note that there is little personal gain of my actions. The gains of my actions were surely shared to most of the people under the now-extinct Russian empire which was a hateful, obscene, totalitarian government that held its people at the lowest level of hospitality and importance. Our leaders were too busy caring about themselves, selective extinction, and the expansion of the empire which by the end of it was expanding into the African lands and Western Europe.
The Russian empire, officially established in 1721, expanded and built up quickly with many volunteering soldiers and commanders who felt the sense of nationalism and loyalty to there country which was prospering in power. After czar Peter Romanov (or commonly referred to as Peter the Great) was assassinated in 1723, all hell broke loose until the latter half of that year when Russian Military General Gregori Vedran settled on the throne as the second czar of the Russian Empire. He ruled, governed, and harshly suppressed the people below him. Bastard turned his own men against him due to the numerous punishments of lashings and beatings to those below him who failed to fulfill their duties or even made the mistake of stepping on his toe. Vedran was eventually stabbed and killed by his own men in a coup and was replaced by a young bishop, Martin Rostislav, in 1736.
At that point, the only big change in government was the inclusion of religion in the law and in the order of society. Anyone who wasn't a devoted orthodox Christian was not only frowned upon, but often beaten half to death. There were still a heavy weight of corruption in the government which was holding quite strong with a firm grip on its people and an even stronger on anyone who attempted to interfere. Any threat was imprisoned or disposed of. Alongside the religious persecution, Bishop Martin ordered hundreds of slaves to begin a mass excavation all around Russia for many years from 1737 until 1762. This government stayed in place until the empire's fall in 1784, which I will get to later.
I was not very fond of the history the Russian empire had gone through from my birth until its fall and it should have fallen many years before then. This whole history of the empire relates to me because I am a one being who wanted to break it down to the very foundation it stood upon, to make it tilt, struggle, and fall off the edge into oblivion.
My parents believed in Judaism, my parents' parents who moved from the southern region of Europe prior to my parents’ births were too, and their parents on my grandparent’s mother’s side were as well. I renounced my religion after receiving the revelation that it is a waste of time, even if I was my family's last bloodline, but the man of the underworld gave me the truth ninety-nine percent of the world didn't know. Anyway, we prayed three times everyday, but we unfortunately did not keep our religious status secret enough and word did spread that there was plenty of the Jewish community located in Ukraine as well as much of Eastern Europe. Soon after the secret of a large number of Jewish homes in countries to the west of Russia, the Dantalion Raids began.
Ninety-six orthodox Christian men in the Russian Army were quickly reassigned to an external military force to eliminate any threat against their governing religion throughout the empire. I was surprised by the little amount of soldiers they had selected, but these men were sturdy. These actions made hundreds of thousands attempt to flee towns, small villages, and cities west for the coastal countries that hadn't been taken over yet. The empire, the leaders, the powerful were so blinded by their own ignorance and corruption that they were completely unaware that there were forces soon to be released inside its own black-heart. It always takes time to change things in ways against any government, but this took more and less than just a single death and an insurgency to build against it over a small period of time.
This religious army I mentioned, who began the Dantalion Raids in 1759, made it through many towns on its journey going west until they unexpectedly disappeared into forests somewhere in northern Ukraine about three years later. There wasn't any account of their exact disappearance because their conducted elimination became reckless and spread into butchering Christians and non-Christians alike. No one cared to be a witness of the disappearance anyway. The soldiers were caught up in there activity and turned into grim, barbaric blood-drunks. Distracted, the government never looked into it for reason of greater importance on their schedule. Less than a month, the army that fell out of existence came back without any one really noticing, and they continued their butchering for five more years before heading back to Moscow and taking higher occupations or retirement. All these things occurred when I was just a boy, who enjoyed drinking fine water from the well and tried to follow in his father's footsteps in the skills of woodcraft. I abandoned that when the legion of genocidal soldiers finally came to my town of Mariupol on the south-eastern coast of Ukraine.
I remember those years very well. They were the most bizarre years of my entire life, witnessing things people only dream or are fearful of.
One more aspect of this memoir is the changes; dialogue and language. Everyone spoke an Eastern European language, but they almost always spoke Russian. The words and translations would be an agitating storm if it were to be as accurate as it was in at the time. To prevent people from jumping overboard, it has all been made more modern.
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