"So, other Me, I thought you were going away for good."
Cameron Scott of the new nickname Lightmare leaned on the massive dining table facing his opposing self, the Dark Angel with vampire DNA that was reborn in his image. Two Cameron's for the price of one. Both essentially good yet the Angel had his devious moments. His ideas his own. yet filled with a heart. A consistent tug of war within.
"Other Me? That is just plain confusing."
"True dat. James Ian nicknamed me Lightmare. Maybe we should give you a nickname so we can talk to each other without answering ourselves back."
"What do you suggest? As if I didn't know."
"Hey, you're the one wearing that leather Falcon hoodie. Might as well call yourself Horus."
"Sounds like I might be the guy anyway. At least that's what Dad is insinuating. Lightmare or Ra. Do we buy into this reincarnation crap?"
"I don't feel reincarnated. Even though I think we both died and came back."
"Same thing you moron."
"Takes one to know one."
"Are we really that ignorant?"
"No. We both know what's going down here I think. We're prisoners to a guy who seems to thing he's a God."
"I AM A GOD MY SONS. AS ARE THEE." They hear a voice in their heads like thunder. Both men wince at the decibel level.
"So why are we held hostage here Pops?" Lightmare calls out to open air looking upward at the strange looking ceiling. Gold architecture was everywhere. If he had any reason to spend gold he might steal some.
"YOU ARE NOT A PRISONER. THIS IS YOUR HOME. WE AWAIT THE REST OF OUR FAMILY."
"Rest of them? Who might that be in this dead zone of a desert?" Horus sighs and leans forward on muscular arms.
Lightmare nods his agreement then suddenly loses his expression. Knowing telepathy between the two of them would be detected by this Entity he chooses to do his best to control his thoughts. Switching over to writing names in the dust of the table slowly. By doing this he could say a different name but write the correct one. Horus took note of the name Ruby and James then a scribbled Ixnay. He too grew grim. How many others were in the immediate vicinity?
"So Daddio? I'm confused, "Horus runs interference, "How can we be your children when the crypts we were in had their original bodies? Not much left of them at that. Our regards for your losses."
"LIFE FORCES ARE STRONG ON THIS WORLD. AS YOU HAVE NOTICED MY DAUGHTER BASTIA IS MISSING. IT WOULD APPEAR THAT SHE SOMEHOW SURVIVED. PERHAPS ABANDONING US THINKING WE HAD NOT. SHE WILL BE PUNISHED FOR HER ERR IN JUDGMENT."
"Bastia? The Cat Goddess. Maybe she really does have nine lives." Lightmare switches back to joining the conversation, "How could she have known if the rest of you had lived? I mean the two bodies we found were definitely dead."
"YET LIVE WITHIN YOU BOTH."
"How is that? My Father was a Dark Angel tossed out of Heaven. My Mom a sadistic Vampire Queen. How could that possibly make me your son Horus?"
"Right. I was born in Butte, Montana. Far cry from where we are now. My parents were Wayne and Regina Scott. Dad was a Pilot like me. Mom a CNA at Sunny Acres retirement home."
Horus suddenly pictures his true DNA in the form of his human parents. His eyes flare up at the images. He had not once pictured them since his conception. His human part dormant in his newborn heritage. Perhaps he needed to explore his humanity further.
"VESSELS ALL. YOUR LINEAGE RESIDES WITHIN MY BLOOD. CENTURIES PASS. MORE THAN CENTURIES. A TRUE FATHER TOO MANY CHILDREN. AS IS THE OSIRIAN WAY. FEAR NOT...YOU ARE MY CHILDREN."
Both Cameron Scott's swallow and realize that just maybe he might be speaking the truth. The real Cameron Scott did know bloodlines carried forth were found everywhere in the world. Children least suspecting their genealogy had markings from unexpected sources. Although not their real Father, in a sense he might have began their ascension.
"Okay. I think I understand where you're going with this...Osiris correct?"
"YES. I AM GLAD YOU COMPREHEND. ONCE YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARRIVE WE WILL REJOICE TOGETHER AND BEGIN A NEW LIFE HERE ON THIS WORLD. RESHAPING IT IN MY IMAGE."
"My? If we're Royalty like you do we get our own kingdoms?" Horus winks at Lightmare. After a silence Osiris responds, "PERHAPS."
His hesitation made both men feel a bad omen in the air.
"What about Bastia?" Lightmare wonders, "Will she return to us?"
"IF NOT WE...I SHALL FIND AND PUNISH HER. I MUST REST. ENJOY WHAT MY HOME HAS TO OFFER YOU MY SONS. WHILE REVIVING IN POWER IT STILL HAS ENOUGH TO SATISFY YOUR NEEDS. I SHALL RETURN SOON."
"Night John boy." Lightmare whispers. Horus suddenly seeing the images of Walton Mountain. So confusing. After ten minutes of sitting bored Horus rises to his feet. The food upon the table was tasteless. Not even real food. It just looked fit for a King. Simulations. He needed more.
"We need strippers." Horus circles in a ten foot stride looking about. Lightmare less interested in women. He had his sights on one they had fought over already. Sharing thoughts Horus halts and peers over his shoulder, "You would think of Sabbath Black. A woman that chose me over yourself."
"Again, you are me. It was best we both let her go."
"I could have kept her. I chose to offer her freedom."
"You tried to make her an Angel like you. She devolved into a monkey Dude. So not cool."
"My powers were merely learning. In time she would have been perfected. Not the Vampire she is now."
"Keep your voice down." Lightmare points at the surroundings. Osiris might hear them. Uncaring Horus was becoming irritable, "She would still be mine if I demanded it." In his moment of anger mighty wings erupt from his back and flare wide. A dark shadowy armor similar to his others Light shell encases his body like an exterior skeleton. The Hawk hat turning black and menacing.
"Whoa! Slow down Bro. Not looking to pick a fight. Water under the bridge. Sabbath doesn't want either of us." Lightmare observes a shadow sword extend from the Angel's palm. In response Cam leaps to his own feet and sparks his own armor to fire up in a blinding lightshow. The light forming his own armor. He had forgotten the amulet he had found in the tomb of the real Ra. Around his neck the necklace responded to his powers and slammed hard against his chest. Fusing itself to his flesh. With no further need for its suspending chain the chinks melt away and vanish. The sudden fusion made Cam breathless, clutching his chest to examine the new addition. It felt right. As if it were a living breathing part of his organs. Smiling Lightmare ignited his own light sword and circled his opposing self.
"It's on Buddy. It is so on."
Horus could not agree more, "Like Konky Dong."
Many miles distant in the Garden of Eden.
"Welcome Travelers." Gaea in the form of Lillian Black awaited at a predicted entry point. Plant life shrouding her nudity in a well concealed modesty. She chose to hide her attributes from these strangers. Those given refuge. In the lead were the T-Rex, Adam, along with his wife Eve, her soul within the body of a massive Komodo Dragon. One that even coughed up fire defensively should she require it. Her children in procession beside her. Careful not to be trampled by either Great Beasts.
Trailing behind them was a Caravan of a single covered wagon pulled by a Clydesdale horse. Behind the reins was a midget bald man with more hair than any of the others. Bogart Ross to his friends. To his right sat a little girl with light brown hair named Abigail. Peering out from behind them was another man wearing a handkerchief over his head. Clean shaven except for a very thin moustache. His name Stefan.
From a safe distance followed a Panzer tank as helmed by a German Mechanic named Franz. Riding on top of the tank was an American Indian from the Old west. Chokote. Tailing the others was a herd of cattle as coaxed along by a lone Cowboy. Marshal Lionel Warjorj. A man of many talents. Today merely a Shepard. As the Caravan slowed to a halt Lionel chose to trot ahead of the cows that immediately took interest in the foliage for food and coolness against the harsh sun. They were home.
Navigating Quiver, the horse given to Lionel by Greta Winston, the Marshal approached Gaea. He was caught off guard by her human appearance. Posing in his saddle he tips his hat, "Afternoon Ma'am. We was offered safe passage to live here by a Miss Gaea."
"I am Gaea." He cocks an eye brow at her beauty. She merely smiled. Not expecting a human host.
"Forgive an old Cowboy, Ma'am. You certainly are more than any whirlwind of grain. A mite pretty lady if I may say so."
"You may." Lillian blushes hearing a whisper in the back of her mind. Careful not to spook her new tenants she responds with, "I am not flirting. You hush Sister."
"Ma'am?" He notes her distant demeanor.
"My apologizes. I am careful to monitor my home. The Garden speaks to me. Please feel free to find a spot to settle. A lake is just over there. For bathing. The waters I keep crisp and clear. Free of all pollutants."
"Fish in it?" She hears Bogart Ross call out in curiosity.
"I am afraid not. While I may grant life in plant form I do not in living organisms. I myself have no need to eat. Therefore I have had no reason to stock the lake." Gaea chooses to commune with her sister once again, "We should have considered that Sabbath. Your friends have an underground link to the outer seas. They could have offered us fish to give these people life."
"I'll look into that. I'm just not ready to face anybody yet. Cameron...has haunted me."
"Understood Sister. There is plenty of vegetation to continue survival."
