The Catacombs of Cibara

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the forbidden planet

The planet Cibara is just beyond the ice cap of the asteroid moon, which orbits the cold planet called Moiromma, just beyond our solar system, if one calls Pluto, the last planet within our solar system.

Malsi, High Priest of Cibara

In the frightful passages through which one would hardly choose to walk alone, let alone for long periods of time, lives the Cibara catacomb. Invisible to other species – another phylum, other than Cibaralites, that is, or its inhabiting demon, or hybrid [Hybrids: implying as half-Cibara and half demonic, originally brought to Cibara from earth, via, by angelic-renegades, such as, Crick’el and Amasras].

These hybrids sleep beneath the topsoil of the planet Cibara’s crust, beneath its tons of ice, which lead to the underground burial grounds of 90,000 years ago. In this labyrinth of caves, tunnels, and cavities, resides a city of dead bodies: mostly hybrids (what would be considered on earth: morphological innovations of evolution through mutations and recombination, possibly connecting two species at the same time, forming a) ; some pure Cibara, and others from nearby planets, to include Earth and Moiromma. A sanctuary of and for evil spirits, familiar spirits as some have called them, all in decay and great filth. And so Opus guards the main entrance as the gatekeeper while Malsi, the High Priest, walks the halls.

–Opus is a pure demon, and Malsi is a hybrid; Malsi is the last of his kind. But this brash little story started a long time ago, let me update you. Malsi was born to a Cibara woman who cohabited with a demon, he, of course, is a descendant of this demise. But when he prevailed on Cibara, when hundreds of demons cohabited with the flesh of the planet, that is, he gave birth to countless nameless offspring. But this impious act was not to last. Let me back up a bit and explain:

when Malsi surfaces for air, fresh cool air, as the catacombs can get quite stifling, and still one must remember the High Priest, he carries the blood of the people of Cibara and needs such soothing relief. However, what he does is moderately magical in the manner of Habilis with a spell; he surfaces next to a large Cyprus tree (and I say Cyprus, because on this planet I don’t know what to call it because it looks like one), one with gigantic roots, roots as big as pythons, and apparently not all of that. away from the entrance where he stands guard Opus. These large roots are a kind of tunnel; for the shape-shifting Malsi, who must transfer through them in the form of mist, as he will exit the top end onto the planet’s surface; for they hang into the emptiness of the subterranean corridors, crawling deep through the subterranean soil of the planet; the roots sink into his little grotto.

Inside its mouth, it has sharp, pointy fangs with poisonous juices that spray along its sides; and a mist covers his body, while he changes form from the roots: since they are extended and ready for combat should he need them. The foggy facade protects him from would-be assassins. And within his body he carries a soul: yes, like all physical beings, or half-physical, that is, phylum in character: a living and dying soul, one that is decaying, not the empty souls of demonic beings, because there is light, not much but lighting nonetheless.

On this desolate, half-frozen planet, forbidden to visit by space travelers because of the death curse that seems to surround it: thus, they live in isolation for the most part, but yearn to rule both of their own solar systems. [the one Moiromma is on, which it is on the rim, the edge of both]; and the only land is in the Milky Way, with its turbid bed containing many luminous bands of stars in the midnight sky.

The Catacombs of Cibara

chaos in the catacombs

Part II

In the days that are now very far in the past, there existed what was known as “The Ancient Ones”, angelic beings, originating from a bygone era on earth, which was called the Pre-Satanic Era, (these Ancient Ones, now angelic renegades), demonic as they are now known, were a happy race, until a holy angelic being named Lucifer, wanted to rule heaven and earth, being himself the champion of the lot. In fact, eventually the rebellion took over, and Lucifer turned evil, and from then on, he was called the Adversary. [or Satan, the Adversary for short]. Therefore, the other angelic beings: beings with wings and supernatural ability: abilities that exceeded all other beings in the Universe, except for the fact of holy beings, at the request of their friends, their friends now called demons and by some species and races within certain species, the demigods, paid a high price for cohabiting with women, hiding them for angelic beings and selling them for free outside the earth’s atmosphere. So, they found another planet to infest: Cibara; beyond Moiromma.

Meanwhile, the angelic renegades were thrown into a pit; therefore, no more could be pulled out of the earth’s gravity belt, at this point and time. Two of these so-called supernatural beings (referred to as: transporter angelic beings) by the names of: Crick’el and Amasras were the sole providers for, as mentioned above, transport to other planets, the list of names is much larger. , but it would be implausible to list them all now. In general, things seemed to work out well for the demon race and hybrids (hybrids, of course, of the physical and the supernatural); Unfortunately, this was not a good scenario for the original inhabitants of the planet, the Cibaralites, of whom I speak.

suru’el

Malsi had taken her daily breath, when she appeared out of the roots of the great Cyprus tree, filling her lungs with the cool breeze of the surrounding semi-arctic climate, and this is the warmest part of the year. There, the landscape was not as deadly or severe as that of Moiromma, having around 90% of the surface covered in ice caps, glaciers and ice cap covered mountains, and snow almost everywhere one looked in the distance, as well as not close. But then, his planet was only half the size of his planet Moiromma, but it was better able to support life and had many more animals alive, while Moiromma had only a few worms, fish and rodents to choose from (hence, he had place cannibalism). But many things could grow on this small planet despite the cold; the plants seemed to store the necessary nutrients within their own system, like a camel’s hump, and thus survived through the seasons.

But what he was about to say was that Malsi was filling his lungs with the freshness of spring air, it was possible around 35F [above ground], a warm spring day indeed, and with those days one wanted to take advantage of them, because they were far and in between. Whereas, Moiromma’s spring at the moment was below zero and of course the land was a mix of different tempters depending on the hemispheres.

There he sat on the root from which he sprang: transferred like a mist he sees rising over a mountain. Then he just looked around, looking around, enjoying the spring life; he could be said optimistic about life that he was, in general terms; but when Suru’el appeared: just like that, a sight to behold, a gigantic holy being, brighter than the rays of the sun, if a human being were to look at this being with the naked eye for more than a moment, surely his His eyes burned to a scab, but he kept his distance, and he was covered for the most part with white linen to make up for the shine, except for his face, hands, neck, and feet. He shook him a little, the sudden appearance of Suru’el; in fact, he froze in fear at that moment, his eyes wide like great balls of hail, not moving, not knowing if he should try to move. He thought: no holy angelic being would come unless he had a task, a message, some kind of mission, from Deity himself, the Almighty God of the Universe, the Creator. He tried to swallow, but his mouth went dry, Opus couldn’t see it, he was sure of that, but somehow he felt he needed to warn him, he wasn’t sure why he had to warn him, what could he or Opus do, nothing should be angelic wanting a conquest, a battle, but he worked on the fact: holy angels don’t strike first, thank God, if that were the dilemma, he was a dead creature at it. Once again, he found himself immobile for the moment, and a very dramatic moment at that:

then from this angelic being his hands spewed a flame, a hissing flame, a writhing and rampaging flame, which absorbed the roots of the tree and the crust of the earth, all the way to the catacombs. As the tree trembled and the ground swayed, Malsi stood up, eyes as big as tennis balls, almost in shock, looked towards the doors, the entrance where Opus stood: everything was cascading down at her. around; and Opus could not be seen or heard. And the ground opened up, and lava filled the underground tunnels, reminiscent of a flowing river. There was really nothing to say, it was like everything was overdue.

Said Suru’el, “Should you or your kind [meaning the demon on the planet] return to cohabit with the women of Cibara, I will return and as the Ancients of the Earth [for there were many legends], I will chain you and bind you to the abyss, just as Ura’el did on Earth. Do you understand?”

Therefore, since that day, all those years ago, the demonic forces that came from the earth to live among the residents of Cibara, were now restricted to possession of the body only. And if their dirty minds wanted to live together, they would have to do so by someone else’s possession, and they did.