energy that, when they
died, boosted them over the threshold and translated them to the next level of
dimension. Unfortunately for them, the energy needed to surge the occupants of
this reality level was much greater. That’s why Hell existed, the second deaths
of the unfortunates from realities below were prolonged as much as possible, by
millennia or longer, nobody knew the limit yet, so that the energy released by
their suffering would boost the rulers of Hell up to their afterlife. The
creatures from below suffered in their afterlife to provide the creatures of
this level with theirs. But suppose the beings who lived in the reality above
this one adopted the same philosophy. Was there a super-Hell that awaited
Abigor and his kind?
The
infantry in his legions were crashing the butts of their tridents against the
ground as Abigor rode past on his beast. 56 of his 60 legions were his
infantry, Abigor’s host was one of the less mobile of its kind, he had only
three mounted legions and one flying legion. The information he had was that
the humans lived mostly in cities, that meant the war would be one of sieges,
the cities fighting from behind their defensive walls in a series of last
stands. That would put a premium on his infantry, his mounted and flying
legions would only be of use in isolating each city before the infantry
besieged and destroyed it. It had been done before, Abigor knew that human
myths were full of stories of cities that had been besieged by hordes of
monstrous, inhuman foes. Now they would find out where those myths had come
from.
The
horns sounded, their wailing drowning out the crashing cadence of the trident
staffs. The legions did a right-face, towards a black dot that had suddenly
appeared against the roiling red smoke of the sky. The dot expanded, opening a
gate into the lower dimension that had dared to defy the will of higher beings.
This was the critical stage, the energy gradient ran steeply from the lower
dimensions to the higher, it was relatively easy for the higher dimension
beings to gain access to the lower, much harder for the lower dimensions to
ascend. Only opening a portal could ensure easy access between the dimensions.
Yet that same energy gradient meant that once a portal between the levels was
opened, it would be very hard to close. Size also was a factor and this was the
largest portal that had ever been created. Just how hard would it be to close
again? Abigor had an uneasy feeling that nobody had thought to ask that
question.
The
portal reached its full extent and the horns wailed again. Abigor lead his host
forward, into the black circle of the portal and from it into the brilliant
yellow light and the clear blue skies of Earth.
Headquarters,
1st Armored Division, Task Force Iron, Multi-National Force Iraq
“Have
we got the Global Hawk Feed set up?” Major General Wilkens snapped the order
out. The situation was breaking loose at last and he didn’t want to fall behind
the loop.
“Sir,
yes Sir. Direct feed to us, to Washington and to Moscow.” The latter part was
new, one of the hurried preparations that had been made over the last two
weeks. There had been a frantic effort to link up the world’s military
headquarters so that the fight, if it started, when it started, would be
properly coordinated. Task Force Iron also had a direct download from Russian
satellites and other recon capabilities but it was the RQ-4B Global Hawks that
were the key asset. Nobody knew where the attack would come, on paper it could
be anywhere but Iraq had been a leading bet. The association of old legends and
the fertile triangle of the Tigris-Euphrates was too powerful to ignore.
High
above the desert, the Global Hawk turned lazily, its long wings biting at the
thin air. Its stabilized cameras focused on a strange sight in the desert of
Western Iraq, a black oval that had suddenly appeared in the stony wastes, one
that spread even though it had no apparent substance. It wasn’t even
died, boosted them over the threshold and translated them to the next level of
dimension. Unfortunately for them, the energy needed to surge the occupants of
this reality level was much greater. That’s why Hell existed, the second deaths
of the unfortunates from realities below were prolonged as much as possible, by
millennia or longer, nobody knew the limit yet, so that the energy released by
their suffering would boost the rulers of Hell up to their afterlife. The
creatures from below suffered in their afterlife to provide the creatures of
this level with theirs. But suppose the beings who lived in the reality above
this one adopted the same philosophy. Was there a super-Hell that awaited
Abigor and his kind?
The
infantry in his legions were crashing the butts of their tridents against the
ground as Abigor rode past on his beast. 56 of his 60 legions were his
infantry, Abigor’s host was one of the less mobile of its kind, he had only
three mounted legions and one flying legion. The information he had was that
the humans lived mostly in cities, that meant the war would be one of sieges,
the cities fighting from behind their defensive walls in a series of last
stands. That would put a premium on his infantry, his mounted and flying
legions would only be of use in isolating each city before the infantry
besieged and destroyed it. It had been done before, Abigor knew that human
myths were full of stories of cities that had been besieged by hordes of
monstrous, inhuman foes. Now they would find out where those myths had come
from.
The
horns sounded, their wailing drowning out the crashing cadence of the trident
staffs. The legions did a right-face, towards a black dot that had suddenly
appeared against the roiling red smoke of the sky. The dot expanded, opening a
gate into the lower dimension that had dared to defy the will of higher beings.
This was the critical stage, the energy gradient ran steeply from the lower
dimensions to the higher, it was relatively easy for the higher dimension
beings to gain access to the lower, much harder for the lower dimensions to
ascend. Only opening a portal could ensure easy access between the dimensions.
Yet that same energy gradient meant that once a portal between the levels was
opened, it would be very hard to close. Size also was a factor and this was the
largest portal that had ever been created. Just how hard would it be to close
again? Abigor had an uneasy feeling that nobody had thought to ask that
question.
The
portal reached its full extent and the horns wailed again. Abigor lead his host
forward, into the black circle of the portal and from it into the brilliant
yellow light and the clear blue skies of Earth.
Headquarters,
1st Armored Division, Task Force Iron, Multi-National Force Iraq
“Have
we got the Global Hawk Feed set up?” Major General Wilkens snapped the order
out. The situation was breaking loose at last and he didn’t want to fall behind
the loop.
“Sir,
yes Sir. Direct feed to us, to Washington and to Moscow.” The latter part was
new, one of the hurried preparations that had been made over the last two
weeks. There had been a frantic effort to link up the world’s military
headquarters so that the fight, if it started, when it started, would be
properly coordinated. Task Force Iron also had a direct download from Russian
satellites and other recon capabilities but it was the RQ-4B Global Hawks that
were the key asset. Nobody knew where the attack would come, on paper it could
be anywhere but Iraq had been a leading bet. The association of old legends and
the fertile triangle of the Tigris-Euphrates was too powerful to ignore.
High
above the desert, the Global Hawk turned lazily, its long wings biting at the
thin air. Its stabilized cameras focused on a strange sight in the desert of
Western Iraq, a black oval that had suddenly appeared in the stony wastes, one
that spread even though it had no apparent substance. It wasn’t even
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