Chapter 1 – Origins of Chisoutsa

The darkness is alive and well. There’s a cool warm air that flows through a city of legend and tales. Yet no one of this day and age has ever seen the myths, legends, and rumors ever come true. The cars were busy one early morning in the City of Demons. It was a place of pure crime and an area where streets were quickly falling down in standards by the main government. An able-bodied man jumped out of a taxi and skipped across the road to a house. He dressed in a striking brown coat and he looked and felt young for his age. He tapped on the door and it opened up, “My old friend Walken! How are you old buddy!” the man replied cheerfully. 

“I’m very well, thank you Charles Thompson,” grinned the visitor stepping into the house. 

“The last time you were here you were you just a plain Jonathan Walken finishing up university and moving on with Emily. Now you’re a Professor!” cried Charles.

“Yes times do change things. I felt it was time to return to The City of Demons,” Professor Walken said.

“You said on the phone you were looking for someone called Censilo. He was a demon of some sort?” Charles asked.

“Yes my master Shentile had feared he would likely return to his home here and try to control it for himself. How is life in the government here?” Professor Walken asked him.

“First of all government is getting worse here,” Charles said pouring out a couple drinks for the two of them.

“Second, are you sure this Censilo is back now? The Government Square isn’t able to battle any dark figures. The business leaders we have here are starting to control us from the inside and I’m sick of it. This was not why I entered the government life,” Charles said. 

“I believe he could be here now. Apart from that news itself I have no idea what he’s planning and that’s the worrying factor of it Charles,” Professor Walken said. 

‘Take a rest Jonathan. There’s nothing we can do today and if this guy turns up we will find a way to stop him,” Charles said to him.

‘I wish I had your faith. How little you know about the other lands of our world,” Professor Walken answered him.

“When I see this Censilo, I will believe,” Charles said slipping his drink.

The two of them smiled at each other like friends of old. 

An abandoned old building in the center of the City of Demons stood. A small party of worshippers of the demons was on the scene when they arrived at an old throne which had scripting writing over it. One of them approached it and read it aloud. 

“The coming of our powerful and wise demon lord, he shall stand once more to govern the city which was named after him.”

“Serti, are you sure we should be here? Don’t we need to return back home. I believe the rules of the Red Team were not to lurk into the darkness that Scienceworks was heading,” said one of the other behind Serti.

“Many of the areas that Scienceworks and that fool of a leader Mr. Umezu never came to be true. However I feel it in my bone that this demon is real. He is coming to see his city again. Haven’t you seen the city worsen very quickly? That the Government Square is shadowed by an evil intent on bring down a curse of darkness?” Serti explained to his party.

Serti turned around and the throne started to glow a dark red color. The party and Serti stood back as the ground started to shake with fear. A huge beam shot down to the throne as the party was blown away towards the back wall. Papers, rocks and dirt flew into the faces of the eyes that came into danger. Serti slowly rose to his feet and held on to a pillar as the flashes of beams covered the room.

‘He is here! Our lord of evil has arrived!” he cried as a figure came from the darkness of hell.

A silver tipped glasses and eyes that darted across the room. A white suited demon appeared in the broken down room. He had an aura around him that captured the room in a second. He stepped forward towards the party and first saw Serti.

“My coming has come at last!” he boomed as he held up a book of spells high in the air as thunder and beams cracked off it. 

Serti walked towards the demon and the white suited figure moved the spell book down under his arm, “My lord, are the one who is named Censilo?”

“Yes I am Censilo Fukatho. I can feel that you were looking for me. That you have desire to aid me in the quests I have for this city. You are wise to side with me,” he said to the party. 

“We have the experiences in science and technologies to help you with your quest. If these are what you need,” Serti said to Censilo.

“That is an area that I desire to be working in. I believe that technologies will aid me in the bid to rule the city again. There are certain things I need to do in order for this to work.”

Serti and his party brought forward a number of laptops and placed on the old tables, “What do you need my lord?” Serti asked. 

The other party members were worried about working with a demon lord however they were trapped now. They didn’t want to displease their new master.

“I need to find someone, anyone who is a true specialist in the fields of DNA and advanced human biology. Someone who can push the boundaries of ethics and morals,” Censilo requested of his party. 

Serti started a complete search on his laptop of a complete First Life World to find any figures that could do such a task. The result surprised him at first, Censilo noticed.

“Did something worry you?” he asked.

“The search comes back with a figurehead in the far areas near a place called the Soul Mountains. The name is Hew Richards,” Serti said.

“The location I know of. What is the problem with him?” Censilo asked.

“He is listed as a ghost. He died decades ago based on a battle who was involved in. However the results show he was a never a fighter,” Serti answered back.

“I think he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A ghost shouldn’t be hard for me to work with. There are more foul creatures in where he lives,” Censilo noted.

Censilo raised his hands and a powerful sword and staff appeared in his hands and Serti watched on with some fear in his eyes.

“I want you people to start plans on an underground science building here. Make a secret to any who breathes and all who are dead. I will send you some special workers to deal with the building aspect.”

“How do we get this Hew Richards?” Serti asked.

“I have some old friends who are not allies or pleased with the current figureheads in the Soul Mountain region. He will be here tomorrow. The grand plan for me to rule the City of Demons start now,” Censilo smiled towards his party.

Serti looked back at his fearful scientists as they started their plans on possibly the greatest evil that has come to the City of Demons in its history.

It was a late afternoon in a dusty café where Professor Walken and Charles were discussing life as Walken was talking about his failed marriage to him. Charles was reading his government papers while Walken spoke in length.

“We knew things were tough and I think we just parted like the seas in the end. I was too busy working at the University and she had her businesses too,” he said to Charles.

“So the two of you are officially divorced?” asked his old friend.

Professor Walken rubbed his glasses to clean them and looked up at him, “Yes we are.”

“That’s a great shame Jonathan. You should have cut back on your work hours. You have always been the loner battler, fighting against whatever evil that’s out there. I never met your Shentile friend in the years we have known each other. What is he like?”

“He is the wisest man I have ever known. He is the godfather of martial and knowledge in both life worlds. Despite being the most powerful figure around, he is very gentle yet firm in his teachings. He will tell you the truth always,” Professor Walken answered.

“You were lucky to have lived at Lake Pure where he lives you know Jonathan. Odd to hear that your parents were simple marketplace owners and you end up to be this new wise professor with the background as a powerful fighter figure that you are. You still keep up with the battles?”

“I train most days but the peaceful times are good for the world yet I worry about the future. It’s been far too long since anything wrong has happened. It feels like the next great era of darkness is coming over both life worlds. All of the world’s dark lords have been silence for too long Charles. That’s why I’m here to look to see if the demon lord Censilo has returned,” Professor Walken answered.

“What does Shentile think about this? He would know if Censilo is back or not.”

“Shentile shares the same feeling something is happening. His only words were was there was large attack in the Second Life World with Censilo. After that he escaped from the wizards and fighters and he been missing since. He didn’t want to say more about the matter.”

“Maybe he knows more than he wishes to tell. It’s like here in the City of Demons, the government doesn’t tell me things too,” Charles said.

“And you work in the highest position there?” Professor Walken asked.

“Well, near enough. The businesses and gangs are starting to steal power from us and there’s nothing much we can do. However the Prime Leader, our government party leader and current ruler doesn’t seem to care about who is really controlling our city or fate,” Charles explained.

Professor Walken slipped his coffee and looked at Charles papers, “A early morning for you again?”

“Yeah, another day at the crazy square, I’ll try and talk to the Prime Leader about my concerns tomorrow,” Charles said looking down and worried about the future of his government party.

The dark undergrounds where Censilo first appeared had lighting inside installed by Serti and his group of workers of the Red Team.  There were large tables of plans for a special building to be build underground and above to mark the location where Censilo’s plan was to be created. Serti turned around leaped back in fear when he saw two creatures at the doorway of the old building. One was quite happy while other was a imprisoned ghost.

“Censilo, we have visitors,” Serti called out to his master.

Out the of the shadow, the master appeared through the darkness and saw the vampire carrying the ghost that he had wanted. He stepped up to the vampire while the creature showed his fangs towards him. They were dripping of blood to the ground.

“Trust a animal like you to get the job done for money. At least you do your killing in the old fashioned way unless some ego minded figures in your homeland,” Censilo replied touching the vampire’s fangs. 

Censilo handed over the sack of coins to the vampires and he counted them while he moved the ghost away from him and directed him to stand next to Serti.

“Hew Richards, the person – dare I say ghost to be the rightful figure to help me,” Censilo said.

“I have no choice by what you say. I was pulled all the way from my comfortable home in my own castle to be here in this dirty and terrible place,” Hew complained.

“You always have a choice Hew. You do as I say or you will be really be dead and send to the Second Life World. I’ll make sure that your life there will be as short as your death here. I understand your life was cut short because of the vampires. Think of it as working for the good side here. The demons have done nothing bad towards you. I, myself only want to use your mind to create the powerful being I want to make,” Censilo explained to Hew.

“So what is this do you want me to do?” Hew asked.

Censilo paced himself up to a stand where Serti and Hew watched on and he opened two wide and large doors ahead of him, “You Hew will create the perfect bodies. I want you to make sure it is the most powerful thing you have made in your life, because your life will depend on this one’s. However to do this you will need a army to help build what I call my new home – the Hyper Camp,” he called out to the pair. 

He turned around as a large group of silver armed machines came through the doors. They had silver tinted eyes with large machine guns as weapons. Their armor was hard and strong. They were quite faceless and hard to read their thoughts and emotions.

“These are called the Silver Machines and they will build the Hyper Camp in the coming week. These people are merely ex-humans with minds transported to their machine bodies. Within the week you can start work on the perfect bodies. I want to see how well you will fare Hew,” Censilo said as Serti eyed the army.

“I will start plans now and see what I can do,” Hew said in defeat. He knew there was nothing he could to prevent this from happening.

The Silver Machines marched forward and started to move the old building pieces around and started to build the headquarters of Censilo’s new business. The demon lord had truly returned. 

As true to Censilo’s word, the Hyper Camp was quickly set up in order for Hew and Serti to work within the area to build his perfect bodies. Inside it was like a white hospital, laced with training rooms and bedrooms where the bodies slept. Apart from the main rooms there was energy rooms and a large hallway room that lead up to a massive decoding machine that only Censilo had access to. Many men of science were hired to created humans who were perfect, powerful in the inside and outside, controlled by their master demon and to serve his every command. 

Hew was found one late night working on two unique humans. One was a male and the other a female. He was studying with the two bodies when Serti walked inside.

“I see you are busy at work here. Two very strong bodies you have created here,” Serti noted.

“Yes the female one is fine, she is going very well. However this male body has some personality issues. It’s quite varied with the rate bar here on the screen here you can see,” Hew explained to Serti.

“I have seen this problem. I think after some time after he is born and released from his coma will his real personality take place. Hopefully for his training and fighting skills he will not be too angry or bloody,” Serti replied.

Hew placed his notebook of papers down on a table next to the male human lowered his head towards Serti.

“Do you believe we are right to play God?” he asked him.

“I have always believed in demons and I believe Censilo will be a good ruler. You must have faith in Censilo,” Serti answered him.

“The problem is Serti, I know how the minds of vampires and demons work,” Hew replied.

Meanwhile away from the Hyper Camp, large black vans were driving around dangerously on the roads while a couple vans stopped outside of some buildings. The Silver Machines appeared and sledged through the windows of a building and entered inside. A couple bystanders watched from across as a young girl looked to the older man next to her.

“What are they doing to the DNA Clinic Tyrell?” she asked him.

“I don’t know my dear niece. It looks weird doesn’t it? We better get home to the Grill house then stand here and get in trouble. This government doesn’t care about the people anymore,” answered the older man.

Inside the building and the Silver Machines had large bags and started stashing tubs of DNA and eggs for donors to form children. Four bags were collected when they ran back outside and jumped into the vans. The black vans took off again and charged down the streets of the City of Demons. A couple vans past the Government Square where everything was not bright in the land.  Charles watched the vans and walked back inside the building where he was heading straight for the Prime Leader office. He entered when the Prime Leader popped his head up from his desk.

“Charles, what is it that you want?” he asked.

“Our issues with the businesses are not right. We cannot let them control the government anymore,” Charles complained.

“Do you expect me to stand up to these businesses that have the money and power to rule the city?” the Prime Leader asked Charles.

“Yes. You’re not even a leader if you continue to act like this. We must push them back and work with the people in the city in order to gain trust and build an army for us!” Charles snapped back.

“I am the Prime Leader and I am leading this city for the sake of our people. We must obey the businesses we have nothing on them. Do you understand that Charles? Our budgets are low because of them and the gangs rule the streets. They keep it safe,” the Prime Leader shouted.

“The gangs keep it safe? You are stupid, are you? If anyone crosses the line they get killed. No one wonder why no one visits or wants to live in the city anymore.”

“You will never understand my position on this,” the Prime Leader said quietly.

“You know, I never will. Fuck this job and fuck this government. I will not stand and play as a puppet where I know the people we support are killing the public on the streets,” Charles shouted and stormed out of the building and shut the door hard. He walked over and kicked a chair over on the ground had a dirty face on him.

“Will anyone come to this city and save us from this mess,” Charles said.

He sat on the stairs of the Government Square and looked at the dark skies of the City of Demons. He looked unknowingly towards a new tall black building where the hidden Censilo was planning and creating his perfect humans. 

“It’s like a new building is made everyday,” Charles said. 

It was night time, Hew and Serti were watching in the background as Censilo switched on the final stages for the two humans. Censilo was pleased with Hew’s work and grabbed hold of the DNA and science papers Hew had worked on.

“So what are the names you shall call them?” Censilo asked Hew.

“You want me to give them names?” Hew asked surprised.

“Why not Hew, you created them and it will add a touch of class. These names will strike fear into others,” Censilo said.

Hew walked over to the female body and looked for a moment, “I will call this one Sarge.” He turned around to see the male body and smiled for a while. He saw something good in this person. 

“I will call this person Jiko. I have a feeling he will turn out fine despite the issues we may have.”

Censilo watched from the background and whispered into Serti ear, “I hope this Jiko will quickly change into the force I want him to be. I dislike the word waiting.”

“Yes I understand my lord,” Serti answered worried. 

There was smile on Censilo’s face with the papers that he was holding. He was planning something much larger than the current project he was viewing. He felt his plan was finally within reach of success. After the years of planning and the escape back to the First Life World, he could now foresee his master plan. The birth of something very evil was in motion.

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