{"id":1010,"date":"2022-10-16T20:58:26","date_gmt":"2022-10-17T00:58:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.chewbode.com\/?p=1010"},"modified":"2022-10-20T10:14:04","modified_gmt":"2022-10-20T14:14:04","slug":"lux","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.chewbode.com\/index.php\/2022\/10\/16\/lux\/","title":{"rendered":"Lux"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Carl has been back in the groove of podcasting and he recently offered me a spot where I could write a short story and he&#8217;d read it. I&#8217;m publishing the story here today, but you can listen to it on <a href=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">The Carl King Podcast<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<ul class=\"wp-block-list\"><li>Lux, Part I : <a href=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/episode-23-prey-cronenbergs-crimes-of-the-future-i-got-kicked-out-of-ween\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/episode-23-prey-cronenbergs-crimes-of-the-future-i-got-kicked-out-of-ween\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">The Carl King Podcast Episode 23<\/a><\/li><li>Lux, Part II: <a href=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/episode-24-tim-smolens-estradasphere-secret-chiefs-3-high-castle-teleorkestra\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/episode-24-tim-smolens-estradasphere-secret-chiefs-3-high-castle-teleorkestra\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">The Carl King Podcast Episode 24<\/a><\/li><li>Lux, Part III: <a href=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/ep-27-forbidden-zone-cronenbergs-a-dangerous-method-songwriting-vs-film-scoring-5-favorite-female-musicians-steve-vais-passion-and-warfare\" data-type=\"URL\" data-id=\"https:\/\/carlkingdom.com\/ep-27-forbidden-zone-cronenbergs-a-dangerous-method-songwriting-vs-film-scoring-5-favorite-female-musicians-steve-vais-passion-and-warfare\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noreferrer noopener\">The Carl King Podcast Episode 27<\/a><\/li><\/ul>\n\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Part I<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>There was no way his eyes would adjust anymore. After standing in one spot for what seemed to be an eternity, Cantau realized that the darkness in the tunnel was all-consuming. It was surely created by magic, and he was confident that if he cast any spell now, it would dissipate instantly, and he would have wasted what little energy he had left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He steadied his breathing. Even though he could see nothing, he closed his eyes to gain higher precision with his other senses. \u201cYes\u2026 there we go\u2026\u201d he thought to himself as he focused on the faint echo of slowly dripping water coming from ahead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He took a step and his battle-beaten body reminded him of the fracture he had in his ankle. And even though he didn\u2019t wince audibly, he was sure his face was showing the pain. Well, if anyone could see his face right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As he progressed down the tunnel, he withstood the urge to reach out to his side to feel the walls. He knew that the tunnel was made of damp, sometimes mossy stone by the way it felt under his boots. And by his own sounds lightly bouncing off the walls, he could tell there wasn\u2019t a lot of room to maneuver. Maybe a meter to the left and right. Not ideal for drawing his sword, if it came to that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAh, wait.\u201d He stopped walking and his ears opened up. He was at a junction point. Left, right, and forward. He turned is face side-to-side and then down to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cantau quickly realized that he could use this to his advantage and reached to his belt where he retrieved a sinched pouch. Yes, <em>there<\/em> was the Calzamite. He could feel how lumpy and crumbly it was even though the leather hide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He stopped and strained his ears again. There were new sounds. Not close, and not loud, but there was something down these corridors. Scurrying sounds maybe? Definitely breathing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He thrust his hand in the pouch and with his arm outstretched to the right, he pirouetted around while releasing the Calzamite. As it hit the ground, it started to emit a pale, ghostly blue light. And as he came back around to his initial position, he could see that the circle he just deposited perfectly touched each of the four corners of the intersection\u2019s walls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cEel support-aunt-hey thigh-rye effort-oozium de zaal.\u201d Quietly left his lips. And immediately the dim dust circle brightened by one hundred-fold, forcing Cantau to throw his forearm over his eyes and drop to one knee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After a moment, he could feel that the protection spell had fully cast, and he was able to slowly peer out from behind his robed arm. The darkness had lifted, but his eyes took a moment to adjust.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But as soon as his sight returned, he wished it hadn\u2019t. Outside the circle \u2013 to the left, right, ahead and back from where he had come, Cantau saw something he hoped to never see again in his life: Pure evil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Part II<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Evil stood all around him. The first thing Cantau noticed was how the boiled flesh was sliding off the infant\u2019s arm onto both the cobble of the tunnel floor as well as the pus-engorged blacked, burnt flesh of a demon\u2019s foot. Re-focusing, he looked up and saw It was Chol, one of the most powerful demons Cantau had ever fought. The putrid skin sloughed off his body regularly resulting a disgusting trail of carnage wherever he went. Body parts, skin and sinew dropped off the half-eaten baby Chol carried around,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A clicking sound caught Cantau\u2019s attention and he tuned to see Tertex, the most successful of all of the Minotaur gladiators. The beast measured almost two and a half meters tall and was hunched over in the tunnel. Tertex held a one-meter wooden club in one hand and in the other, his prized Death Sticks. Even though he had never seen him fight in the stadiums, Cantau knew the power of those Sticks and feared them more than the man-bull.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Yet another corridor revealed a large, gelatinous object had filled the hallway from side-to-side and top-to-bottom. It was there, waiting to dissolve Cantau\u2019s flesh, and probably his bones as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And from behind him, from the way in which he had come, Cantau heard a familiar chortle of a laugh. He turned and was surprised to see a familiar face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cThree moons have past, Cantau. Three!\u201d The anger in Pilmar\u2019s voice grew. \u201cI would have thought you\u2019d have come back for me by now.\u201d He posited while slowly bringing his hand up to touch the protection spell that encased Cantau in the middle of the dungeon intersection. As couple of small sparks jumped from it to Pilmar\u2019s fingertips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As the air lightly hummed of magic, Cantau spoke softly. \u201cPilmar\u2026 We had all presumed you dead. After that fall from that bridge, we went down into the crevasse, and searched until we were weary.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWeary!?\u201d Pilmar burst out. \u201cIt took me three days to dig myself out of the rubble! Any magic I could conjure only lasted for a short time. Many bones were broken. I was frequently passing out due to the blood loss and pain not to mention all of my fingernails had ripped off from clawing through the boulders. I DO NOT want to hear about your weariness\u2026\u201d he trailed off as the features of his face twisted into utter rage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Cantau could feel the danger rise in that instant. The creatures behind him were restless and they began to probe his arcane shield for weakness. Trying to calm Pilmar, he uttered a phrase that comes all too naturally from a cleric\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMy friend, please. You must understand\u2026\u201d But he was not allowed to finish. Pilmar\u2019s entire body grew by three or four inches as he leaned forward toward Cantau. And at that time, a red glow emanated from his hands. Pilmar raised one of them and began slowly, arduously forcing his hand into a fist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The bluish sphere around Cantau jolted for a second and shrunk three inches. The force was so violent that it caused a slight tremor in the ground and Cantau fell to one knee. Small pebbles rained down on top of the shield and rolled down the sides to the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFriend!?\u201d Pilmar\u2019s voice boomed. \u201cYou are no longer a friend of mine. As I struggled to find you\u2026\u201d&nbsp; Pilmar closed his fist more and the shield crushed down another few inches. \u201c\u2026 as I struggled to rejoin my friends, the hate for all of you grew inside of me.\u201d He crushed the bubble down more and the gelatinous being began to creep over the top whilst the demon laughed, punching the shield with the baby. The minotaur pushed his club into the magic as if a spear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAnd you see my NEW friends here.\u201d Pilmar motioned with his free hand. \u201cI need not worry about their loyalty beyond that of a few coin and some simple sorcery to fulfill their contracts.\u201d Pilmar smiled as he closed his fist further. Cantau pushed upward against the ceiling of the bubble. \u201cNo!\u201d The cleric uttered as he struggled against the shield. \u201cYes, my old friend. Yes. This is where you die.\u201d Pilmar beamed as he closed his fist further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Part III<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The collapsing energy shield surged and Cantau could feel the cobblestone under his boots crush to pebbles. The heartbeat in his ears grew louder, and more sweat tumbled down his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A whisper and his free hand started to glow blue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pilmar\u2019s face switched to worry as he noticed that Cantau had cast another incantation. Pilmar struggled to crush Cantau with his own protection shield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The monsters all roared as the shield vibrated with their every hit. Cantau was pushed more toward the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He reached down <em>through<\/em> the stone floor as if nothing was there. He pushed the arm deeper. To his wrist. Then, to his elbow. He stopped and jerked his arm up an inch or two, then with all of his might.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The cracks between the cobble began to glow yellow. At first it was gentle, but it quickly escalated into streaks of light. He tugged at his arm to release his wrist. The ground shook so violently that it threw the blob off the shield and the minotaur to the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>An ear-splitting roar thundered through the halls and everything went white.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At first, he saw and heard nothing; just white everywhere. Then appeared a washed-out visage of huge white and yellow arms ripping the demon Chol limb from limb at a supernatural speed. Roars erupted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The quiet white returned. And another roar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The white and yellow arms shot beams of white light. Such was the power that they evaporated the gelatinous foe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Again, quiet. A view of the arms. A roar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Tertex was crushed into a pulp, his eyes popped out and brains spilled to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Another moment of peace, quiet, and stark white came and went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Before Cantau stood a Lesser God of Light. He strained to see the being, but all his eyes could see were blurred features, as if he were not meant to know its form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Pilmar had been knocked to the ground. Cantau stood just a few feet from him, the same light emanated from his own flesh and from the god\u2019s. With confidence, he dissolved the shield.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cDo not.\u201d Cantau calmly said as Pilmar angrily began casting another spell. He chose not to heed the cleric\u2019s words, and red mist enveloped his hand. In the old tongue, Cantau spoke to the god.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>White light blinded them all. The arms of the god ripped into the wizard\u2019s stomach tearing and removing his entrails. Pilmar screamed and colored light erupted from him as the arcane he once controlled, spilled out of him. Ribs cracked and splintered as the deity pulled each one to the side. Some of them separated from his spine with a crack. Pilmar\u2019s body flopped against the wall. The god continued by forcing his fingers up though the soft skin under the human\u2019s jaw.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A twist. Bone snapped and teeth popped out. Pilmar\u2019s tongue wagged to the side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A gurgle. The wizard\u2019s eyes rolled back as he fell unconscious.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The god then reached through Pilmar\u2019s lifeless body and tore out a length of spine. With that, Cantau knew that the deity\u2019s usefulness had ended. A burst of magic, and it was swept away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A soft glow of light still hung in the air as Cantau turned to the wizard\u2019s body. He placed a silver medallion on the carcass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI am sorry, my friend. I truly am. Bless thee.\u201d Cantau stood and blinked out of existence leaving the dungeon corridors pitch black once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><strong>Fin<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Carl has been back in the groove of podcasting and he recently offered me a spot where I could write a short story and he&#8217;d read it. 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