WASTELAND OF NO MERCY

John 3:3-7
King James Version

3 Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.
4 Nicodemus saith unto him, How can a man be born when he is old? can he enter the second time into his mother's womb, and be born?
5 Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.
6 That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.
7 Marvel not that I said unto thee, Ye must be born again.

A note from the author: Kids... please follow the "BLOOD of CHRIST!"
"OUR"
beloved Lord and Savior and "NONE OTHER" for His name's sake!

Please enjoy this "Active, In-Work" status novel.
Psst: Thanks, man!
I Love you, "ALL!"
Yours forever,
Davie Owen Mathews (MProfAdvancedPsych)
COMMODORE
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ARDAN 6

"GLITCH!"
-Me first blind date, "PATTY," back in high school was truly someone very special, I must say!
Now her father, Mr. Wagon, on the other hand, was quite the obnoxious character!
WTF?
(I have absolutely no clue why I just typed that bazaar B/S! It must be all this damned goat milk I've been chugging like it's the nectar of life!
Attention, Space Command... I’ve taken the wheel again!)




A novel by,
COUNT: V V Nicolzah
Novel #106

Prologue


The scent evoked a time long past, where the essence of sulfur mingled with the heavy moisture of the morning fog, gradually ascending beyond the northern skyline.

To the east lay the timeworn fortress of Hoftiezer.

To the west lies the timeless shadow of unquenchable desires and malevolent ambitions, a domain known only as the city of Rhakeem's. No valiant spirit would venture into those territories.

A bounteous deluge of methane was met to the south, compelling Rendlesham Steelheart to venture northward. To the realm of Underseal.

In a fleeting moment, a brilliant flash from a celestial body raced through the profound indigo canvas of the night sky, and just as quickly as it emerged, it disappeared into the abyss. This granted a gentle aura of peace and joy to the tired yet courageous Angeloff knight.

The tired fighter slowly reclined, allowing his scarred armor to settle softly into the lush, untamed grass by the Yottaweber riverbank. His wounds began to ooze again, soaking his upper right shoulder collop. The anguish was deep, yet his courage stood firm and steadfast.

"At se Watcher observere Guardian." He sighed to the celestial bodies overhead as the weary figure slowly succumbed to slumber, while crimson droplets persisted in their descent. "For mit tredje øje er dit skjulte kamera... og jeg vil være den ansvarlige for deres forfærdelige karma."

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1 Corinthians 15:1-4 is a passage from the King James Version of the Bible.

DOM for C/R VVN MENE


Chapter I

Justus deserves justice

Act I: The breeders


A rumble of thunder echoed across the vast expanse of the deep violet dawn, heralding the arrival of a new day. And how wonderful it was.

In that moment, the faint chime of a solitary cowbell ceased, and the atmosphere fell into a profound stillness once more. And from behind a venerable willow tree, the "Maiden" emerged. The fair "Maiden" ensnared in the intricate web of ages.

On the one hand, fair is a term from a bygone era that signifies beauty. Yet in contemporary context, it often denotes a fair complexion—and it is difficult to overlook that we are discussing a tale where the protagonist's notable attribute is her remarkably light skin.

A single droplet of rain descended from the heavens. Then another until the morning mist began to dampen Rendlesham's brow and chin. In his youth, he bore no facial hair. Then arrived a gentle zephyr imbued with the essence of lavender.

"Embrace me, wild spirit of flame and longing... shall you not?" Softly spoke the "Maiden" into the warrior's right ear.

The weary warrior slowly lifted his heavy eyelids, casting a measured gaze upon the edge of the ancient woods, finding nothing but the ordinary and mundane. "I shall rise once more." He signed with a subtle tremor. "As I am hearing my thoughts once more, and I do not trust that."

"Renny." Her words caressed the damp skin of his neck. "Thy existence is not thine to hold, cherished one."

With steadfast resolve, Rendlesham permitted his thoughts to drift as he rolled over, gradually rising with a sense of unwavering strength and assurance. "Art thou with me, are you not, Marideth?"

"We share a bond deeper than you can fathom, my captivating desire!" she breathed fervently.

Steelheart beamed with a radiance that captivated all who beheld it. "Indeed, we certainly do!" He let out a hearty laugh. "Does that signify we shall at last unite in matrimony... my beloved lady of distinction?"

A gentle laughter echoed from the very recesses of time and essence. "I would not desire it in any other manner... MY DEAR!"

The valiant warrior softly shut his weary eyes and murmured words of great importance to his lord, Christ Jesus. Upon reopening them, he beheld his beloved future wife standing regally before him, adorned in a gown intricately crafted from silk and lace. Of a hue reminiscent of the deep, rich tones found in the distant past, this shade of tungsten evokes a sense of timelessness.

"IS IT MY SPOUSE, PERCHANCE?" She proclaimed with a hearty laugh before being enveloped in her companion's powerful, comforting embrace.

"With every beat of my heart, my dearest, I hold you in the deepest affection." He softly murmured.

"My dear, you've been through a lot lately. Or are you still too tired to play games with your beloved woman?"

"Perhaps. Maybe not." He growled fervently.

A whisper of rose and ember filled the air. Somewhere around them, it manifested with great depth. Advancing.

In those eras, affection hung in the air like a timeless essence. And it was held in high esteem.

"The desolate expanse to the north beckons as my sole pursuit. Will you join me on this impending journey, or shall you vanish from my presence once more?"

With that said, the formidable fair "Maiden" drew forth from behind her back an enormous yet remarkably maneuverable brass-laden battle axe, supported by a solid turned hickory handle adorned with rhinestones and tightly wrapped in leather.

"None shall venture to tread upon my way, my cherished one. I find myself in a profound state of reflection, poised to undertake a voyage of metamorphosis."

"Indeed." He smiled with a warmth that echoed through time, his touch as gentle as a whisper from ages past. "Where dost thou keep thy carmate and satchel?"

"Amidst the undergrowth, close to the solitary willow that stands sentinel behind my esteemed form."

The golden blonde-haired "Maiden" baring violet eyes was a remarkably towering figure, reaching nearly six feet and eight inches while bearing a weight that was equally formidable.

Once again, a roll of thunder shattered the stillness, akin to the deep resonance of a colossal drum reverberating across the far-off horizon, leaving all existence below in a state of astonished stillness.

Steelheart raised his radiant gaze to the boundless heavens, perpetually in pursuit of the origin of such strength and vigor, reminiscent of a magnet releasing its stored energy. This brought a smile to his face, for he was well aware of the happenings above.

The exquisite fair "Maiden" approached Rendlesham's bed roll, gracefully bending down to retrieve a loose 4 carat diamond that shimmered in the now illuminated morning sky.

Merideth raised it for examination—a sensation of warmth and security enveloping her being. "Thou art losing thy precious jewels, my beloved."

She turned and bestowed upon him a sultry and formidable smile. "I find great pleasure in this!" She let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Shall I inspect why that is?"

This now opened a realm of possibilities to the valiant warrior's mind, illuminating his understanding further. With a sly grin and a mocking glance, he grasped her tightly within his colossal, unyielding hands.

"Seek out your steed and armor first, for we have weightier quests to embark upon in this moment, my esteemed lady. We shall play our games later, I assure you."

"That is a quality I hold in the highest regard in you, my revered future husband; your unwavering truthfulness and steadfastness in fulfilling your commitments are truly commendable. Awaken within me the torrents of longing and aspiration!" She rejoiced, her laughter echoing through the air as she turned to summon her noble steed, known as Yanderes.

With a resounding cry, "Maiden" Merideth Holly Ravencrest called forth her noble steed, and in an instant, a magnificent white-winged horse descended from the heavens, gliding effortlessly and unbound, its presence radiating an ethereal glow.

"By the God above me, how wondrous it is when you engage in such acts, my future wife!"

"FORE I AM YOUR CHOSEN ONE AND TO HELL WITH THE OTHERS!" She let out a soft laugh, granting the brave knight a robust yet tender slap upon his right rear. "Dare to challenge me and uncover the reason, fierce one?"

"I love you, Holly! Always have! Always will!" He declared, holding his noble woman tightly in his strong, loving dark tan arms.

The morning suddenly grew brighter. "And I you, Davie. MY, BABE!"


end of act I

Act II—And the reasons why they exist.


The lanyard was constricted under the abrupt pressure of the almost unmoored Greist sailboat as the river's level ascended.

The grand vessel was constructed from the most exquisite foreign timber and exemplified the pinnacle of shipbuilding artistry, imbued with a remarkable legacy.

The proud name "SUT MIG BLODIG-ZEKE" was emblazoned with honor and authenticity across the bow, just behind the starboard forecastle, meaning "Drifting Spirit Lover." And there existed no means to bring her down.

Upon the quarterdeck rested a steering trellis of brass and mahogany, accompanied by a delta fan wheel. This was a remarkably sophisticated method of shipping in that era.

The grand vessel bore a striking resemblance to the formidable ships of old, crafted with valiant bronze armor, robust and unwavering. The dreaded Drakkar.

They were visible by the riverbank, standing there... solitary, almost bare. Desires flowing with fervor and unwavering resolve.

Perspiration trickled down Steelheart's visage. "Withdraw thy hand from my kilt... or else I shall...!"

"OR ELSE WHAT... MIGHTY WARRIOR? Art thou certain that thou possess the fortitude to guide me in my established paths?"

A moment lingered in the air as the two formidable champions stood steadfast, each driven by an unwavering resolve to emerge victorious!

Then it came to pass! One contacted the other. Resolute in their endeavor to maintain a solemn demeanor throughout the undertaking. Yet they both swiftly succumbed to the trial.

"I have longed for your presence immensely, my dear!" The young "Maiden" grieved quietly, tears streaming down her exquisite face.
Her olive-toned arms surrounded her beloved in a tight embrace, and she nestled firmly against his muscular chest.

"Please never leave thee alone again, Babe!" She appealed with neither mercy nor joy of heart. "Please! Never!"

The bronze-tipped arrow of the Romanian Rebel struck with an unexpected ferocity, crashing into the armored leather Barack plate upon Meredith's right shoulder, propelling her forward and nearly lifting her from the earth itself.

"HARK AND TAKE COVER!" Screamed Steelheart as he shielded his betrothed delicate, almost bare form.

Meredith deftly extricated herself from his steadfast hold and ascended into the heavens, spinning as she ascended. "DEPART, WRETCHED DAMNED SPIRITS!"

And with that decree, the intruders swiftly vanished into the darkness.

"Gorge thyself upon refuse, knaves!" With a cry of resolute defiance, she elevated her middle finger.

With that, Rendlesham fell to the earth in a sudden convulsion of laughter!

"Descend from that lofty perch, dear maiden, lest you tumble and find yourself in an ungraceful plight!"

Time itself seemed to pause in that moment.

"Pardon me, my Lord! Art thou insisting that I submit to thy trivial commands?" The noble "Maiden" implored, struggling to keep a solemn visage. Then came a slight giggle.

Steelheart pondered deeply, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
In a fleeting moment, the fair "Maiden" descended swiftly, plunging into the open and eager embrace of her now perplexed companion.

"I presume you have unearthed the location of my concealed reserve of rum! Is that true... indeed?"

In this era, the two noble heirs found themselves tragically ensnared by the currents of fervor that had the power to illuminate not just the skies above but the entire realm of Lords Domitian.

"Conduct thyself, my princess, or I shall beseech the Lord to transport thee back to the grand palace from whence thou didst originate!"

"VERILY!" She let out a soft, knowing laugh, her enchanting gaze shimmering as she caressed her beloved's exposed torso.
The show isn't finished until the curvy diva hits them high notes!
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"We shall traverse the river to the northeast, reaching as far as Collinsworth, after which we must proceed on foot until we arrive at the gates of Underseal." The valiant warrior spoke to his cherished companion. "Art thou prepared for such a daunting quest?"

There came a puzzled look. "I am as prepared as I will ever be. I presume we will have an escort or guide driver."

Steelheart gazed upward with a somewhat mocking grin. "Nah-dah. Only the two of us for now. Do you lack confidence in us and our defensive capabilities?" He carried an odd expression. "Christ Jesus serves as our divine guidance. Is he insufficient?"

"Well... yes, my dear! That was silly to say!"

In the distant stretches of time and space, a low growl of unexpected thunder approached with an imposing force, heralding the murmur of doubt and regretful discoveries. Then came the chilly scent of wonder.

"What of the feared abyss known as the "Deadpool" in Evetts? How do you guide us without our downfall?"

The valiant warrior cast a sidelong glance and summoned his strength to rise, elevating his lady almost entirely from the ground in the endeavor. "Ah yes, the "spell-casting swamp rats!" He let out a low mocking chuckle. "Those unfortunate souls!" He was laughing heartily at this point. "We shall simply join them for a meeting, for a hopeful conversation."

A sudden gust of warm air gently caressed the hopelessly in a love couple.

"Those who dwell within transparent abodes ought to refrain from casting stones. Recall this, my beloved?"

There came a sudden grin. "Only embrace that which echoes within!" The charming maiden emitted a soft, melodic laugh, reminiscent of a bygone era.

"Any more interest, dear?"

"Sounds quite intriguing, does it not, my beloved?" She let out a hearty chuckle. "Naughty boy!"

"Verily, I must remind you that it is not my fault!"

"I wish not to bring you greater distress than is necessary, my dear!"
With that cocky remark, the valiant fighter shook his humbled head and ascended onto his formidable vessel, while his lady stood unwavering, erupting with mirth.

end of act II


act III


"I endeavored to convey my message to you repeatedly! Thou art aware that the price must be paid for thine actions!" Bellowed Kennan.

"Now you are consumed by such a rhythm!" He vehemently warned as he drove the final iron spike deep into the watercraft's hull, securing yet another curved rib to the new solid structure.

"Yet, with patience and perseverance, victory shall be attained." Reminded Kelly Kingly, his beloved spouse. "And yea mind thy tongue whilst around thee!"

"Thou dost appear to wander in circles, striving without purpose!" The man continued. "Whispers abound that you have succumbed to madness!"

"And that is a bit of hogwash, mind you!"

Kennan froze solid. "Reveal to you the shadows that thy flee!" He looked up. "In a fleeting moment, though you may vanish from sight! Yet once again!"

"And hasten not, for thou art traversing with undue swiftness! Again, yea insist on foolishness rather than your own divine sound judgment!" With that, she stomped her cloven shoe hard into the ship's lower deck. AND DO NOT SPEAKETH FOUL HAST TO THEE!"

"Yes. I hear, yes. Though not satisfied."

"Matriarch!" The youthful maiden of twelve summers cried out as she leaped upon the river's edge.

"Kara!" Where dost thou find thy little sister and the other young ones?"

The youthful maiden appeared bewildered as she sought to find her companions. "Matty lingered closely in my wake. She bears the fish net."

She pivoted once more. "I possess no knowledge regarding the Milton triplets."

In a heartbeat, Kennan spat to his feet. "How long has it been since you last laid eyes on them?"




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