The Martian Underworld
(The Great Tsunamis of Mars, 3.4 Billion B.C.) Part I of II
In the year 3.4-Billion B.C., the Demon of Mars had to go underground after the Great Tsunami took place. The Greatest Title wave that had ever existed or came to be known in Mars' solar system, triggered by an asteroid or comet strike into its ocean of water, it covered 750,000-square miles, the title-wave was 400-feet high. This wave energetic as it was, picked up sediments, to include massive boulders, and dumped them at high and low elevations, and cut new channels into the orbs surface, and caved in many of Mars' underground channels and passages. The areas known as Chryse Planitia and Arabia Terra, were badly hit, regions of Mars. And ever since, these new and some old passages, and dome like cavers have been home to the Mar-demon.
Moohtluv the Liege, came sometime thereafter, a life form from Venus, the last of his kind, for all of his species had been fossilized on Venus after a great catastrophe. Created, or born, 542-million B.C., in his first stage of life he was sea-dwelling, in some superficial form, and by the process of photosynthesis, and contact with certain bacteria, he had evolutionalzed out of this algae form to a higher form of organism, converted by sunlight and chemical energy, into a complex multi-cellular organism, by the grace of his creator. His kind, progressively grew endlessly if not killed by their own kind, from some black eldritch diabolic act, or a natural disaster. Likewise their complex civilization became extinct by some interstellar space atrocity, not so unlike the days of the dinosaurs on earth by an asteroid hit; and like Mars, where after its atrocity, lost its thin atmosphere, and high levels of oxygen. Consequently he found his way to Mars, and became Commander and Chief of the underground Mar-Demons, in their underground labyrinth, or dominion.
These demon were an ebon form of dark incubated evil, evil in secrecy even among themselves, and there were a million or more of them, -evil that is, until Moohtluv took command, and harnessed them like Solomon did in his day. Had you asked one, what his voice sounded like he would have said, like a Niagara thunder of water, had he ever been to Niagara Falls. And as it might be known, as in the days of the dinosaurs on earth, animals with long lifespans grow gigantic, and he Moohtluv, was all of that. In essence, he looked like a giant satanic salamander of 3000-pounds, with three faces, and two dimensional.
Light seemed to be provided within these underground cannels, that per near went to the liquid iron core of Mars by some form of radioactive minerals in the walls and ceilings. Moohtluv was not governed by what man knew of biological laws, but in and of a different atom and dimensional system. Had you been looking at him, he could have his body fade, and reappear, as if he was more projection, than substance. And in fear of him they, all the demon sought to woo him. They knew if he was making a humming noise, he was tranquil, if not, god forbid. His moods were governed by his monotone, or foreseen.
In his chamber lofty, of iron stone and rock, this monstrous being, more like a grotesque apparition, floating hanging in midair like a mechanical mirage, hovered over all that entered, but when he slept it was on the warm floor of the cavern.
Early one, Geon, an eerie disquieted Mar-demon, knew Moohtluv was supernatural, and did his tedious job of relaying his orders to the tribal demonic beings, of which there were several hundred clans, and became Moohtluv's number on servant. And the uncongenial work that needed to be done throughout the underground fortress, he insured it would be done.
To kill a ruthless being, you need to be more ruthless, Geon told his tribe of 1000-followers, and Moohtluv's power had stirred his imagination profoundly to devise a way to destroy him. For even though Moohtluv looked to be a mere hallucinatory image, he was not. On the other hand he had a super mundane, routine. This he figured would be his weakness.
By and large, Moohtluv was simply an envoy from a foreign planet, and long they had sought him out, but had favored him with their invitation to make peace among one another, but that inaction after so long became boring. And now their attempt at verbal communication was always to argue, and he and the rest of the clans never once, was allowed to do evil, over dominated another clan by Moohtluv, and not allowed to menace anyone, and that was for the Mar-demon, painful.
All creatures sleep, and almost without emotion or thought of any kind, Geon took this edge to its deepest point, thus while Moohtluv's breathing, while sleeping was a consonant humming of a deep sleep, not REM, he would make his play.
Moohtluv's floor was near the edge of the crust of Mars' underground lava pit, where it was very hot, and much movement or transit of magma shifted to and fro, Geon and his demonic force had sank huge rods into the floor, covered them with stone, when Moohtluv had visited the upper world of Mars on several trips to see the foreign sky, and whatever else, and thus giving Geon time to move in on his plan, and this evil dead he was to do that was to fill his evil eyes with a fury of boiling blood, once accomplished. Thus, he weirdly altered the strength of the floor of Moohtluv's room. This evening while Moohtluv slept on an inquisitively tessellated floor as he had for quite a long time, to which rods now were interlocked and sank and disappeared underneath, and into sockets that were part of the floor, which could become topless, or roofless by one jerk of an iron mechanism, and whatever was in the room would be filled with this lava, this was to be done.
And so, he pulled the lever, and the lava came pouring up, thick and heavy into the room, blusterous liquid, and ruby-red in color, and dissolving everything within the room and sweeping it away; hence, Geon jumped with glee at this gravitation of gigantic magma, and its movement. Geon had never dreamed it would work so perfectly, and so deliriously he went screaming down the hallway, he was the king of Mar-hell. And I cannot describe the physical discomfort of Moohtluv, but it was surly some optic torture to see: floating gradually down into and swimming in and through the lower part of Mars' lava, like a dead shadow, and surely he found himself in the grip of a nightmare, and there was no humming.
On the other hand, to Geon, Moohtluv was no more than some gigantic insect. Moreover, even Moohtluv, with his supernatural essence was powerless to such an assault. And now, Geon would become that luring menace of evil he was aching to be.
#5245/ 5-17 through 20-2016
Worlds Beyond
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/expert/Dennis_Siluk_Dr.h.c./5005
(The Great Tsunamis of Mars, 3.4 Billion B.C.) Part I of II
In the year 3.4-Billion B.C., the Demon of Mars had to go underground after the Great Tsunami took place. The Greatest Title wave that had ever existed or came to be known in Mars' solar system, triggered by an asteroid or comet strike into its ocean of water, it covered 750,000-square miles, the title-wave was 400-feet high. This wave energetic as it was, picked up sediments, to include massive boulders, and dumped them at high and low elevations, and cut new channels into the orbs surface, and caved in many of Mars' underground channels and passages. The areas known as Chryse Planitia and Arabia Terra, were badly hit, regions of Mars. And ever since, these new and some old passages, and dome like cavers have been home to the Mar-demon.
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These demon were an ebon form of dark incubated evil, evil in secrecy even among themselves, and there were a million or more of them, -evil that is, until Moohtluv took command, and harnessed them like Solomon did in his day. Had you asked one, what his voice sounded like he would have said, like a Niagara thunder of water, had he ever been to Niagara Falls. And as it might be known, as in the days of the dinosaurs on earth, animals with long lifespans grow gigantic, and he Moohtluv, was all of that. In essence, he looked like a giant satanic salamander of 3000-pounds, with three faces, and two dimensional.
Light seemed to be provided within these underground cannels, that per near went to the liquid iron core of Mars by some form of radioactive minerals in the walls and ceilings. Moohtluv was not governed by what man knew of biological laws, but in and of a different atom and dimensional system. Had you been looking at him, he could have his body fade, and reappear, as if he was more projection, than substance. And in fear of him they, all the demon sought to woo him. They knew if he was making a humming noise, he was tranquil, if not, god forbid. His moods were governed by his monotone, or foreseen.
In his chamber lofty, of iron stone and rock, this monstrous being, more like a grotesque apparition, floating hanging in midair like a mechanical mirage, hovered over all that entered, but when he slept it was on the warm floor of the cavern.
Early one, Geon, an eerie disquieted Mar-demon, knew Moohtluv was supernatural, and did his tedious job of relaying his orders to the tribal demonic beings, of which there were several hundred clans, and became Moohtluv's number on servant. And the uncongenial work that needed to be done throughout the underground fortress, he insured it would be done.
To kill a ruthless being, you need to be more ruthless, Geon told his tribe of 1000-followers, and Moohtluv's power had stirred his imagination profoundly to devise a way to destroy him. For even though Moohtluv looked to be a mere hallucinatory image, he was not. On the other hand he had a super mundane, routine. This he figured would be his weakness.
By and large, Moohtluv was simply an envoy from a foreign planet, and long they had sought him out, but had favored him with their invitation to make peace among one another, but that inaction after so long became boring. And now their attempt at verbal communication was always to argue, and he and the rest of the clans never once, was allowed to do evil, over dominated another clan by Moohtluv, and not allowed to menace anyone, and that was for the Mar-demon, painful.
All creatures sleep, and almost without emotion or thought of any kind, Geon took this edge to its deepest point, thus while Moohtluv's breathing, while sleeping was a consonant humming of a deep sleep, not REM, he would make his play.
Moohtluv's floor was near the edge of the crust of Mars' underground lava pit, where it was very hot, and much movement or transit of magma shifted to and fro, Geon and his demonic force had sank huge rods into the floor, covered them with stone, when Moohtluv had visited the upper world of Mars on several trips to see the foreign sky, and whatever else, and thus giving Geon time to move in on his plan, and this evil dead he was to do that was to fill his evil eyes with a fury of boiling blood, once accomplished. Thus, he weirdly altered the strength of the floor of Moohtluv's room. This evening while Moohtluv slept on an inquisitively tessellated floor as he had for quite a long time, to which rods now were interlocked and sank and disappeared underneath, and into sockets that were part of the floor, which could become topless, or roofless by one jerk of an iron mechanism, and whatever was in the room would be filled with this lava, this was to be done.
And so, he pulled the lever, and the lava came pouring up, thick and heavy into the room, blusterous liquid, and ruby-red in color, and dissolving everything within the room and sweeping it away; hence, Geon jumped with glee at this gravitation of gigantic magma, and its movement. Geon had never dreamed it would work so perfectly, and so deliriously he went screaming down the hallway, he was the king of Mar-hell. And I cannot describe the physical discomfort of Moohtluv, but it was surly some optic torture to see: floating gradually down into and swimming in and through the lower part of Mars' lava, like a dead shadow, and surely he found himself in the grip of a nightmare, and there was no humming.
On the other hand, to Geon, Moohtluv was no more than some gigantic insect. Moreover, even Moohtluv, with his supernatural essence was powerless to such an assault. And now, Geon would become that luring menace of evil he was aching to be.
#5245/ 5-17 through 20-2016
Worlds Beyond
Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/expert/Dennis_Siluk_Dr.h.c./5005
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