9

9, it is a very sacred number; the same number that will describe the ending events of our universe, having to rely on

the 9 who will save us from a true apocalypse. It will be our most important weapon, but also our very demise.

This story is being made to tell of a parallel universe that tells of the beginning of impending doom on the 12/21/2012.

1/6/2012: I was scared now, the only thing I could think of was war, war and death. It haunted my every dream; it stalked me into my very conscience where I am most vulnerable, it is only a matter of time before it happens. I sit here, in my corner waiting for the month to come; shaking and sulking about the horrors of what will be. It is going to happen, I know it, but assured there is only one way to stop it. I just think non-stop about what I could have done to help, I was there.....

1/1/1900, I am here, in the midst of war, fighting for The Gods against the last threat to humanity, Lucifer is a dark beast, with only revenge in his heart, he would take no apology or mercy from any, he would tear through the very fabrics of time and space to seek vengeance. One way to stop him, I stand here on the boundaries of order as I make my first step into the midst of chaos next to the 8 greatest warriors who ever lived; in my hand I held a crystal, said to contain the very necessities of life it's self. So done the other warriors, each one representing a very important part of the universe. We all knew very well that the balance of dark and light relied on our very existence. We all took our responsibilities as the 9 who would stop the apocalypse, but I was not too sure about the concept of having to do it, but I had to.

We are descending upon the very thing I had feared the most, death. I see it around me; bodies rotting to husk skeletal marrow, a thousand heads of angels impaled on pikes; leaning against a pit of black molten metal, I see angels thrown in, I watch them as they screamed in agony while their flesh and bone melted into nothing. I can't begin to describe the pain I was feeling inside, I pity them all, I have nothing I can do of it. I have not much courage to continue, it is my destiny, I though to myself, reassuring that I will return back to heaven if I was to die. We descend onto the very dark, black ground shrouded with a dark dust that detailed the being of Lucifer himself. I know that very soon he would find us, I really can't stop my self any longer, I run over to the sea of dark liquid. it was when I took my very first step into the black lava that I realized that I wasn't to go to heaven, but only to be trapped......

9/2/1980: I have been sleeping for nearly a century, encased in molten darkness as I saw in front of me the light of a bright star; I now know that I am not in heaven, but on Earth. I was in what is now known as a museum, as an exhibit for stone artifacts such as statues. I long to escape from this dark tomb, but I have none with which I can do. After 2 weeks of slight vision, it soon caught my attention that the humans decided to move me to a different exhibit, one for objects that were found in the same area I was. What could happen now would only be luck. Near closing time, the human who visited me one to often had something new, an emerald as it were; the same emerald I had 80 years ago, he placed it next me and slowly turned to leave the building. He turned off the light as I stared at the emerald, it was now glowing a white energy. Blinded by the intense light, I opened my eyes to see my tomb had been destroyed, I was now free. I was in joy of what had happened, so much that I made an attempt to fly through the window, only to fall back down. I was scared, I had lost the ability to rise to the heavens. I remembered one thing that The Gods had always told me; If one angel was to land on human soil, one angel would become a human, as the energy of the earth was of higher dark content, I was weakened. With only time to spare, I hid until daylight to escape; my wings had now decayed into a powder. I realized the only thing that could free the other angels was the emerald, and so I went on a long journey in search of them....

6/6/2006: This is a dark year, the angels have been freed only to become human. We all knew The Gods would have none to fight for them, as in 6 years, the world as we know it, would end. I trained for many years in spite of my still growing fear of End Times, along with my heavenly brethren, making our most sacred promise to be there for the universe when the time came, of course I still had my fears.

After many years, thousands of my angel comrades are deceased, only to sin. They will spend the remainder of eternity in hell, suffering pain and misery. My last and only hope is for The Gods to send me a message, to warn of what is to happen. This had reminded me of another lesson I was taught, by a name humans know as a legendary musician and vocalist, Freddie Mercury. I was unbeknown of his fame, as such I talked to him in a normal way, to which he realized that I was no ordinary human. He then continued to tell me that he was the mortal form of a God and that the world would begin to end 12/12/2012. He explained that because of my untimely actions, The Gods had no choice but to imprison Lucifer for 112 years.

I was told something very important, The Gods had made sure that 9 planets were created for the solar system, as The Gods themselves had modeled the humans after their own likeliness, Earth was a very special part of the universe, the only way any Deity could reach into this dimension was for the planets to align, opening a gateway to heaven, and hell. He also mentioned that the Greeks and Romans where in close relations with The Gods, they promised to cover up the real identity of the gods with fake names; his was Mercury, the Messenger of the gods, hence why he was telling me this. Now the only thing we can do is wait for the next 9 to rise and defeat Lucifer, sadly...we couldn't find them....

31/6/2012: It is almost time, the war will begin at midnight. I am so scared, what will I do. I have always been scared at the thought of war. I am still in my corner, hiding from what will be. It is 11:50, only ten minutes until it will happen; this feeling, this feeling of hate and fear came over me again, I had urges, urges to end my misery. I was shaking at the thought of doing it, I looked up to the badly made table next to me, I saw a huge blade, laying on it. I crawled my way over and carefully slid it off the edge, my tears were starting to hurt, they stung like brine on a freshly cut wound. I cried as the blade slid into my palms, my sweat was soaking it so much that I could almost see my reflection. my thoughts, all that was in my mind now was the end, I had to do it, I just couldn't suffer anymore. I slowly raised the knife into the air, still crying and swung it down into my chest. I felt the burn of death consume me, I felt my blood as it leaked from my torso. The pain was so intense that it felt like hours, the only thing I could do now was lay there, and die....

I woke up... I am in a strange place; a place where all you can see in front of you is white blankness. I got up and sprinted in a random direction, hoping to escape. I ran for ages, pretending to chase a goal that was not there. I just hoped that I would be able to leave. I ran low on breath, realizing what is happening. I layed there on the ground shivering in fear. I remembered another thing that I was once told: "If you shall give in all hopes, you shall awake in a purgatory of infinity, there and to stay, for all eternity." That was it. I had no hope of getting out. The only thing I could do was stay and cry forever...