Silver Stream Memory 23
The Book of Particles started as a story journal that mixed things from my real life in with the continuation from Hail Primus. I gleaned some of the more personal details from these sagas and left more of the fictional story content. I call them memories.
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I opened my eyes and looked up to a small round hole of light a distance above me. I felt cool around and half on me up to my sides and ears, feet, and head. I moved my hand and heard a splash and swoosh of water. I tried to get up but I found it not possible. I moved around and a taste of cool water flooded my mouth as I moved my head to the side.
The room was dark and bathed in deep blue with a staircase of stone starting near me and swirling up to dissapear into another opening half the way up. A square object fell down from an outcropping near the top and slowed down. I balked and floundered in anxious fear at what it was. I started to glow brightly then and I laughed out loud as it was my binder that floated down to me.
"How do you take it my lord?" Its glow flashed at me with a clear humming voice reasoning from it. The sound echoed up through the round circular chamber.
"You're my?" I asked trying to move but floundering again so I kick pedaled the water staying somewhat up right but still bobbing in the water.
"I am your Divine Rendition of Particles. As the story continues, so do my page usage. The special well gave me life and a mild control of time," The book binder intoned in an even unchanging tone.
"So you are no longer mine but of earth realm?" I asked feeling a big dispondant of having to give up the Book of Particles like Cardia and Conclaive.
"No, I am your creation which you can claim over even seperate from Wri and Conclaive," the book responded.
"I will call you Bop for short. Hey, do you have a picture of my belly?" I offered perking up.
"I do," Bop reported and opened flipping pages to form of my bared belly on its pages. I reached down into the water at my dick but a golden globe of light shot down the bright hole above. I retreated my hand and watched as it descended to alight just above me and next to Bop. I shaped it self into Chris so I jeered at it. Chris put his wings on his hips.
"An unremarkable stunt. Did you think you were the only one?" He squawked.
"I actually wanted to see what was in the end of the well," I told him shrugging and smiling as innocently as I could.
"Oh okay then let us go up into the mansion to meet the others so you can continue on your escapade with Behemoth," Chris remarked.
I did a breast stroke and kicked in the water over to the bottom step of the stone stairs. I set a foot up onto it. Chris had started to ascend the stairs. Bop was hovering a few steps up facing toward me. I suddenly heard a bubbling behind me. I looked back and was struck with sudden startled fear as a red scaley hand reached out at me. I scrambled up the steps as the scaley hand landed on the step and slinked back down into the blueish dark pool.
"We are bordering hell this low into the levels in heaven. This actually is a limbo part we are in now," Chris explained.
"Oh," I remarked and quickly treked up the steps and was behind chris.
We eventually reached the top of the cave and proceeded toward a growing light through an opening the stairs ascended to the trek I counted several hundred steps just in this passage.
We finally made our way into a well lit room that was furnished with many shelves on various items all around on top of red carpeted floor. Ther was a big lit chandalier on the center of the ceiling. There was an angel sitting at a desk near the far exit of the long room at the brown door there. He had dark black wings and wore a gray robe. He turned and I saw he wore spectacles and had a large white beard that flowed to the mid chest. His head was bald.
"Another one jumping into the well, most exalted?" He asked Chris who nodded and passed by the angel and out of the room with me following and Bop hovering with us not far behind.
We proceeded down a long hallway littered with doors to either side spaced a fair distance between each other.
"I thought your familiar was to be Sidge yet you've choosen a book you're writing?" Chris commented grinning back at us before continuing on.
"Yes, I know. Not really that original," I remarked shrugging.
He chuckled and Bop flashed saying, "I am enthralled by your confidence."
I smiled and we continued onto a fair stretch of the hall and happened upon a door at the far end and Chris opened it and we proceeded into a grand hall and grand living room. The floor was carpeted in light berber, the walls and ceiling were stained light gopherwood. The walls in a panelling were carved into vertical sections. The room moved on for a fair distance passing by sets of furniture from chairs to sofas to L shaped sofas and intricate furniture of types white and complimentary to the berber. The room was well lit from the glow around the chambers hanging from the ceiling.
The other companions of mine complete with Behemoth were waiting on a set of furnishings nearer the far end of the room. Ava and Wri were up first as Sko followed. Behemoth, Cardia, and Conclaive kept their seat leisurely.
"Why did you?" Sko started as we arrived and sat down by them on the L sofa. Bop came and hovered beside me.
"Wha what happened," Wri questioned stock still staring at Bop. Conclaive had taken notice and watched Bop with a smile.
"Hello," Bop blinked and hovered around them quietly and returned to my side.
"Another familiar, how quaint," Sko remarked waving at Bop.
"I will place myself back in Wri's hands for the duration," Bop blinked saying.
"Of course," I said gesturing at her.
Bop hovered over and settled itself down on her lap closing. Wri watched Bop do this and looked at me quizzically.
"You have seen the well, you've seen some bits of heaven, now you'll see the mansion. I hope you will see best to take your leave for a while to stay from here. You can return to talk to Gabriel and Michael for now," Chris told me solemnly.
"I did that bad, hunh?" I asked Chris with a wary smile.
He hung his head and sighed," After we are done working through the mansion, I expect you will go off to the hell of Behemoth's circle. You do realize that you are going to have to beat Behemoth's will? It will be torturous," Chris warned.
"I mean, heh, how full can one get?" I chuckled.
"Oh you'll do well," Behemoth mused clutching the sides of his belly.
"You wanted to see his low and deep Satan master didn't you?" Chris remarked putting his wings on his hips.
"Oooh you are making me want to be down there and dragging you along with me," Behemoth laughed.
"See, that's why I'm having second thoughts," Wri expressed.
"We can go look around now. The mansion is very straightforward," Chris stated.
"We can start, yes, in a moment," I reported.
"Best to get it done before dinner," Behemoth announced winking at me.