‘Long ago in the far outskirts of space, four Gods had been chosen to create a utopia in their own image and to watch over their worlds as they grew together as an active community.
One of the Four Gods known as Rhazulaan, had other plans for this Perfect Utopia; A place where War and violence would be shown as a sign of supremacy.
The second of the Gods, Dumodeus, had plans for a very populated and active utopia where giving themselves over to pleasure was a sustainable way of life.
The other Goddesses, Zentara and Zhalla wanted to create a utopia where wisdom, peace and tranquility was power.
But the arrangements did not last.’
“Hey, Zhalla. Check out this war on my side of the community. Oh, how I love the smell of war and fresh blood. It really puts me in the mood.” Rhazulaan said, putting his arm around Zhalla
“Violence is wrong, Rhazulaan. Anyone who finds war a turn on is just sick.” Zhalla responds, inching away
“Oh, yeah. Did you see how she insulted my way of living, Dumodeus? That Zhalla is just perfection.”
“Zhalla, are you alright?” Zentara asks
“Rhazulaan is just-- I can’t quite find the words to express my disgust, Zentara. He is a creep and a sorry excuse of a God.” Zhalla answered as a chill ran up her spine
“Rhazulaan, do you ever get the feeling that Zhalla just isn’t interested in you? She’s more into wisdom and peace.” Dumodeus claimed, turning to look at Zhalla who is talking to Zentara
“Zhalla is just something. She really puts the ‘God’ in Goddess.” Rhazulaan sighs, staring lovingly at Zhalla
“You really need to get a life, Rhazulaan. Zhalla will never notice you if you try to assert dominance over her. Not all girls are turned on by bloodshed and excessive violence.” Dumodeus exclaimed
“How would you suggest I win Zhalla’s love? You must have something that will get Zhalla to take a chance on me. Lust and pleasure are your areas of expertise.” Rhazulaan whispered sharply
“Fine, since you’re so desperate to get her attention, I have been working on a little something for the oblivious lover. The name I’m still workshopping. But it will be the key to winning Zhalla’s heart.” Dumodeus continues, pulling out a small bag filled with golden shimmering dust
‘Zhalla had turned away after catching Rhazulaan and Dumodeus smirking and snickering at her. Rhazulaan slinks over, pulling Zhalla into his arms. Zhalla looks over at Zentara, elbowing Rhazulaan and hovering away with Zentara following close behind Zhalla in a huff.’
“That Rhazulaan just makes my blood boil sometimes.”
“Deep soothing breaths, Zhalla. You mustn’t lose your cool.”
“You’re right, Zentara. I just need to collect myself.” Zhalla says, closing her eyes and breathing deeply
‘Back at the utopia, Rhazulaan and Dumodeus are patiently awaiting Zhalla and Zentara’s return.’
“Zhalla may not see it yet, but I will be all she needs.”
“Rhazulaan, you have to face facts; Zhalla isn’t interested. She never will be.”
“Zhalla and I were made for one another. Just you wait, once I am made ruler of this community, I shall make the enchanting Zhalla my queen.”
“When you’re ruler? Who disappeared and made you ruler? If anyone deserves to rule over our perfect world, it should be me.” Dumodeus barked
“For once, feeble cousin, we are in disagreement. For whoever emerges victorious shall be made ruler and guardian of the world.”
“Full control and guardianship? I accept, Rhazulaan.”
“Come on, Zhalla. Rhazulaan and Dumodeus would fall apart without us to keep the peace.” Zentara chuckled as they begin to make their way back
“Prepare to bow down before your future ruler, Dumodeus.” Rhazulaan roared
“Funny, I was about to tell you the same thing, cousin.” Dumodeus shot back
“Zentara, look. Down there.”
“Our utopia. It’ll be destroyed.”
“We have to stop them. Before all we’ve worked so hard for is in pieces.” Zhalla screams
“Rhazulaan, Dumodeus, stop!” Zentara cried out as she and Zhalla shove them away from one another
“Get out of the way, Zentara.”
“Zhalla, stand aside. As your future husband and ruler, I order you to do as I say and stand down.”
“Since when do you order me around, Rhazulaan? This is not how our world was supposed to grow. I just can’t watch over this utopia with you. This isn’t what the Council asked of us. To spare the galaxy from any impending destruction, we should divide the community into four kingdoms. One for each of us to rule and watch over.”
“Zhalla, you can’t leave. We can rule over one community together as King and Queen.”
“It’s what’s best for the universe, Rhazulaan. In fact, we should all go our separate ways.”
“Zhalla, my love.. You can’t. Think of our world.”
“Goodbye, Rhazulaan.”
‘After Zhalla had left, the remaining Gods had taken a piece of the world they had created. All but Rhazulaan had departed. For his ever growing obsession with Zhalla had driven him to madness. After eons of loneliness, he abandons his kingdom to search for Zhalla.’
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Star Quest
Science FictionThe year is 2743. Over 50,000 years since the Great Dividing of the Four Kingdoms had commenced. When all but one of the Four Gods had departed taking a piece of the kingdom with them. Eons later, the God Rhazulaan had abandoned his Kingdom in searc...
