Birth to Chaos

Episode 8- Birth to Chaos(stories & belief)

"There's more to it. Even I don't know entirely, but...".

"Tell me everything you know," Tremond said. "I've never felt as dumb as I've been feeling ever since I arrived here. I know nothing about all these strange things going on, and I think I have the right to know if I'm going to walk this path.

Ismaila delayed for a minute, feeling on edge, and looking closely at Tremond.

"70% of the world's population doesn't know of this information, but I'll let you in on it since you've become one of us ", he said as he began to tell...

Before now, you've heard of people being possessed by demons, and families who are being troubled by them as well.

There is a belief that there are other existences in the real world and spiritual, born from stories and people's beliefs.

Decades ago, those beings included demons. They were the ones that wandered, and troubled people on the earth. But afterwards, they found out they weren't the true ones, and they were the ones born from stories they listened to and accepted.

Before and now, people told stories and fairy tales for entertainment. Most people accepted them as they hung on to them, either in fear, hope, memories or excitement. Unfortunately, we didn't know we were giving birth to chaos.

However, from those stories people believed, and children having sleepless nights about. A very powerful being was born, in possession of an artifact, which could open the gates of the underworld that contained the true demons we feared in the Bible.

With the true rulers of the underworld, they bargained, and he opened the gates in exchange for an equal authority.

Demons began to move freely in our world, causing the day of rapture to draw nearer. 

However, God didn't turn a blind eye. He had given us the power to fight against them, as faith and grace strengthen us, prayers weaken them.

"Was this how you managed to destroy the ones who attacked?" Tremond asked, his thoughts running deep.

"Yes… Though it’s not the only way to defeat them, it remains the most fundamental method of dealing with them," Ismaila replied.

At that moment, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossed Tremond’s mind as he absorbed Ismaila’s words. But before he could dwell on it, he noticed something unsettling, the marine demon in the tube had been staring at him strangely for some time. Then, just as their eyes met, the creature recoiled in sheer terror, darting downward to hide as if it had glimpsed something unspeakably dreadful.

Perplexed by its reaction but unfazed in his expression, Tremond leaned back against the chair, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling.

Later that evening, at a secluded church in California, 7:30 p.m., the nuns had long retreated to their convent, leaving the priest alone in the dimly lit sanctuary. He stood at the altar, his voice murmuring in an ancient, indecipherable tongue.

From the depths of the shadows, a demon wreathed in black smoke emerged, its form shifting and writhing like a living void. It knelt before him in silent obedience.

With an unyielding gaze, the priest uttered in a chilling tone, "Bring me Avizandum."

Without hesitation, the demon dissolved back into the darkness.

In a lavish, opulently furnished casino in Las vegas, the air buzzed with excitement as gamblers focused on their games, lost in the high stakes of the night. Then, without warning, an explosion tore through the entrance, obliterating everything within its reach.