Centrum Vitae: (Centrum Vitae: Latin translation for center of my life) Book one, return to AGARTHA (sci-fi short story, LF side story, Mytholgy of the relm)
(first plan for a larger cinimatic universe connetivge tissue of stories
all in the same universe/mathogiies of druids, imagination based magic, and libration of life through dreams, love and pure imagination.) Storoies in the cannon
-Centrum Vitae:
-Poor time management (orgin the of the invention of human time travel, but also story of sexy rivary, first time druids magic has been used covertly in human tochongly to advance the human race through time travel -thease druids being some of the druids ERUIM DRUIDS who chose to come to earth, and ensure more people from earth, the prophets realm joined Eruim to hold stewardship and keep Eruim alive over the realm but of course in secret and of course their magic was misunderstood by us simple mortals so like many oppressed indisgous tribes they became an oppressed minority.- witch is a side plot in many of these stories, but the Eruim are forbidden in influencing human affairs ofther then using magic, and their special Greician Monks and Human’ converts of the Centruin Verie cult “terrost group” that most of the true druids especially the ogrianl true ones who used all their magic to move relms from agartha to the prophets realm after he ascended to agartha to win their battle of the temple against the Goruim army, their Cenrtim veirte cult kmembers inteact with the human population for them, to convert us to their ways, teach us the magic within of connection cneter teach us the truth about the universe, ourselves the ways of ununlocing true imagntaion but especially after they became addressed Druids on earth never communicate with humans its against the law, but the ones who do especially the ones who teach them magic for, evil or self serving thing deemed by the Druid counci, are punished (such as Rocky’s boyfriend, the sexy mischious Druid rouge, G. Cloud, who has a history of pissing off the other druids dating humans, mesing with timelines for his own assument and to do so, as the oppnustist and mishcif maker he is, in Poor time mangemmt who helps him invent time travel for his passion project time travel epic set in Ancient Rome, to invent time travel beore small wisley, gay repressed incel, quantum phystst, Crane Rothchild can, against the clock, and also
-”Time for Love” In universe reality tv dating show, parody of the untmatum, love is blind, and netflix reality dating shows overall, but this gimmick in this one because it takes place in a world post the event of “Poor time mangent” aka. Post cometrial, time travel in america, time travel is as mudrnae and integrated into capistsim as AI, Iphones and Doordash delivery is now, everyone has a relatively affordable (same price as a apple computer) retuenble, insurned, time machine, with different time cpacicities, conatsnat government battles of misuse, and regulations of course from one of two major brans, the apple and microsoft of time travel: Everyone either owns a CRANE, (the apple, sleek, expensive, high end, most futuristic looking, said to have the biggiest range of travling capacity to the past and future, to b the safest, most reliable, has the best Paradox protections) or a ENTROP
its basicly a Tv Show with five main constenats the main popaur ones a girl and boy highlting the gender spsiific SHITTY dating conditions of the modern dating world (of like 10 years from now not so different from rn with dating apps, lonleynis of incels, lgbt lack of coumity, modern icocation and alienation under capapiztsim poor mental health in genral
like the guy charchter is a bisexual incel, who almost kills himself becuase he gets rejcteeted so many time and even gets lead on by a pretty girl who ends up breaking his heart and the tv show time for love is a staple in all of these stories in the background that ties them all together if this show is any
ELI CINMATIC UNIRSE WORKS OF WRITING /NOVELS OR SHORT STORIES FROM NOW ON,
that's how you know,
they are in the same universe
becuyase Cerntuim verite oprrntaes on the same “muitverse” theory alot of shows and media do,
but its like a step beyond
because litatrlay in the cannon
the big bang in RL (really life as we understand the scientific cannon, TDLR) started the entire universe, time itself started from the big bang,,, no one quote knows before that, there are many theories and meytries arround it
including the theories that the entire universe as we know it is just one big brain as elaborated on below when talking about that religion specifically,
but in this cannon, the first being ever was, Eruim, the magic (we eprcive as hydrogen) pure Imagnation, Eruim the first “god” imagnined itself into existence because it was lonely, and exitsince was more existing then the lack thereof, and itself was its first creation it created itself into every varrtion imagnble, until it created a being that could imagine other beings, beucase after incodtoble years alone, realizing the beautify and incredibleness of imagination, of its own creation in all its form alone in the void, Eruim, grew…lonley, realized the possibilities were endless when it imagined…other magical beings to keep it company, magical sprits, magical lovers and lights with just the purest intent to create for the sake of curity of joy, to create for the sake of creation of creating something new, and so they imaginged the unigverse they wanted to live in together. And so it grew and grew, and before they knew it their imagination could not be conationed, it epxonded, the light of pure imagination the first magic of Eruim exploded into what the human realm calls the…a big bang,
and the singuarity where the big bang started, where thease first beings in the universe, the eruim, Pure Imagnation formed a relm arround them to project their pure magic, and so a shehere formed arround them, and this relm arround where all their imagnation could be conationed a sphere
evrthing in the known univese into exintsince, and they used their heightened magic (pure stramlighted imagination, to form, and keep forming all other univuseres (diffrent versions /qunatum splits, of our univse)sreaming out of Agrtha, just as the univsrase formed, a masive exprnation out from the center, Agratha is proicted some say from a oforce feild otherd, others say, a Blaent of a supermassive black hole or a wormhole, becuase its at the cneter of all known universes so we will never find it, others say because of the eruim they use to mantain the univse and its massive expandtion (sisifnictly true by the way) as the universe nevernedlingly expands, and stretches, their magic gets weaker, orbits gets more tenuous, connections separate, so if we were ever to feel or see any evidence of Agartha (outside the separate namesake but theamatcily mirror consperiaciy theory of a world in the cneter of our earth) we have long given up but many in the clut believe all Earthly religions, are their best interpretations of Eruim and agrtha over the cenetries. Being that Eruim has gotten close to contacting, connecting to the relms, keep the magic, so any visions people might have seen of angels in the sky, big spheres in the sky, brighgt lights, near death epernces, “beoing one with the unievrse”, any time you felt truly connected to someone your parnter, or yourself, you felt like you belonged somewhere, you felt truly happy like you could imagine like lost in a happy daydream or high on inspiration, that was Eruim magic just like smallest flicker, we are all eruim magic, but the world has lost its connection to eachother to its center the Druids whisper of it, because Euim has lost its own, in its never ending war with the Grouim, and their nahborhing armies, Agartha is paradise but Grouim is the one force that keeps them at bay. But they have a prophecy they will be saved, after a 1,000 years of waiting for him, he will save them, defreat the Grosuim witch ends up being sysbolsym, becuase thats what they call the Army in agratha but they reval they control the Black hole controlled, Dark Magic sorocorder opposed to the Eruim’s magic.
-Blood Brothers: Story of four boys in a very poor, Idaho Town, Bonners Ferry. (that I used to live in) Two of the brothers, Eden and Patrick grow up in an incredibly isolated religious community in the mountains on the Vancouver border, with their small circle of friends from their local poor school and church but its clear somthing very dark is going on under the surface. brother is very happy and hopeful, Eden is very hopeful and happy and opmistic person, wants to be a youth leader,
Webcomic; Dashboard | Tapas
Series :: WEBTOON (webtoons.com)
The entire known universe is a brain, is conusoinouniss of massive neural network
So each of our brains contains a universe, created, yet to be connected
if you are the center of the universe, how can you know your place in it?
https://bigthink.com/hard-science/the-universe-may-be-a-giant-neural-network-heres-why/#
Six Fi story : holy text for suside cult of Agartha
Short story about Monroe Solantz a mental patient who inspires a worldwide online suside cult (after reading his suside note/manifesto) for his followers to sacrifice themselves so their souls can return to Agartha (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agartha) but to Monroe is rather being the RELM at the center of the earth refers to a high dimension
At the center of the universe where all other dimensions (after studying all the latest astronomy quantum mechanics on the universe expanding )Monroe believes this backs up his theories but they are more then theory
Since he based
Monore is a mentally ill, highly educated and traumatized man just trying to escape the world/have some control in his life, he seems to have a divine connection to somewhere he cannot describe, somewhere on high, that keeps calling him, a connection between worlds, that keeps calling him for help, that he was meant for a greater purpose.
He is the only one on earth who feels like connectoon, because after (in earth years) billions of years, the prophecy has finally come through, Andle (the Eruim druids apreitence who Monore sees on earth in the sky in grand visions, as an angele trying to use what little magic he’s spent years studying from his dead master, Ronduirm, to sommon the chosen one) and the Eruim have finally gotten gotten together the right ritual, With the right Eruim (last of their kind after they were wiped out) to use their magic to awaken the other relms to help them in their fight against, Galuid, the most powerful, evil being in the known universe, who wants to turn all the different Aruim (relms) to one single realm, to darkness, under his complete control his armies have already taken half of Agartha witch to Monore is paradise the land at teh cneter of teh universe witch controls all the other universes, and realms, its such a perfect paradise, a world that Monore had been dreaming of escaping to all his live, especially the perfect valley where all the Eruim live and and protect the valley with their magic, they explain the prophecy, and how they didint think even with their limited magic they would be able to bring him, the Redsoruim, “or savoir” in their tongue, in from the other relms, their energy wouldnt be strong enough especially becuyas earth is actually very far away from the cneter, the further from Agartha the smaller the connection and the weaker their control, but they explain the prophet said it would happen that an outsider, with shared pain and trust, with magic would come from above, with his magic (and just being from earth, on Agartha, Monroe being human inherthenly is magic and all the things that make him normal and human they see as, unique and important) but also learns the ways of the Eruim druids, to unlock the uniqe power inside him that is only inside him, to lead us to victory against their dark enemies who also want to take over the entire universe.
Monroe gets really close with the people of the valley and doesnt watt leave,
He gets his magic advanced enough he can telpaort /travel back n forsyth between earth and agartha at ease, and starts spending more and more time in agartha
he has an affair with Addle the head Eruim who trains him and tells him about his dead master the greatest Eruim who was also his father who had been to all the relms, including earth and said alot about it they bond over wanting to protect things, its sad because when it comes to protecting earth Monore hesitates he says agaratha is his home now,
he gets captured by High dark, Gorum of the enemy army who have taken Agartha’s last Eruim temple and they remind him, he’s no savoir, and that he cant escape his destiny, but that has a double meaning, when the High dark priest gives a grim and cripict prediction of the future being all in darkness, and reminds him they lied about the prophecy it requires he sacrifice himself, body and soul,as well as all his followers of both realms, in order for their souls to produce enough magic for them to defeat his army, in the end he taunts monore saying if agartha is your home, would you be willing to die for it? Announcing they have already launched the attack he was there to spy on them about, on the Eruim, and the valley, as well as his home realm (earth) planning to destroy it, take it under his control as well as the rest of the universe. The Tell Monore its too late, he agrees to sacrifice himself to save Addle and the Eruim, but He realizes he m
Then when they cut his chains loose from the prison tower, he runs back to the valley to comfort or beg Addle for answers, the valley is empty, he wonders if they got to him first,
suddenly he wakes up in the middle of Central Park, also empty but clearly after a massive bloodbath, full of crime tape, and homeless people and their camps being pushed out of the park, Monroe freaks out because it appears he lost his magic, and can temporary no longer see or communicate with Addle or the Eruim despite calling up at them, in the sky.
He meets up with his old friends, half of which are homeless now and just barley escaped being arrested in the latest park sweep, and the other four are mooching off this shady guy in Brooklyn, who’s very much implied to be a gangster or sex trafficker or some kind, at this point in the story its relieved just who Monore is and what is life is like, why he was so egar to escape it for Agartha, it takes him a while to accept he may have lost the magic but at least has escaped the grasp of the Grouim/dark magic but the thought they killed the one he truly loved/the perfect Uptipic vallt, Eruim temple, and the rest of Agratha in his name and earth as well as the rest of the relms in the known universe could be next, if he doesnt give himself up in a sacrifice, is waighting on his conosnuinse constantly trying to use the magic Addle tought him to see him again, checking out the window to see an apokcuptic black hole as they dispciribed the end times, clapiciling all the relms under the Groulm’s Eldridirch controll control, he keeps saying somthings coming and now being perceived as “diffrent” but with an eternal massiah complex, he saves his friends from his shitty roomate who is trying to recruite them to help them sex traffic girls for money and things esclaite when one of the traffickers, who used to Know Monore under his old name, Jessie back when they were in prison together and he was known as the crazieest one there, wouldnt stop attacking people, some of the prison gangs even paid him to beat up guys they wanted taken out, but he was so mentally unstable and wouldnt stop having alot of problems with a fellow prisoner named Dustin Moon, he was always sending Monore letters, gifts, they were always having lover spats, but they realized that guy wasnt there, he wasnt real, so they put him in solitary, then they sent him to that phyc ward and everyone was jealous but he wasnt right in the head, they were scared of him though because no one really knew what the fuck was going on in his head, or what he was doing, he was a mystery.
So, when Monroe remembers this guy, was the one who bullied him in prison and made his life hell, and got him sent to solitary and then a psych ward, so when his best friend who is described as looking, and having the same loving savior, personality, as Addle “his angel” comes to Monroe says their roommate has threatened to sell them into sex slavery, but he stabbs him, and Monore and his other friend run away to a chilrens playground in brooklyn where they used to play as kids, but now its simply a empty lot hi best friend, Ludo has a breakdown, their other friends are trying to call tem on the phone about the police being on their trail but they ignore them,
They have a sweet moment together,
But when in, Earth he starts warning people, saying ominous things but
Story ends w
Vaguely off the Multiverse theory,
In this story, Agratha is a realm
Many flashbacks At the end about his absolutely brutal past, Monroe has no idea of himself,
or the world, of serious Self-Destructive behaviors, like drugs, orgies, chemsex, aurtoeroitic estrifcation, and Being an escape artist, “dare artist” only until it became clear he was incredibly suicidal, and was putting himself in dangerous situations so he might die, as well as suicide by cop, dangerous BDSM /S /M, playing dead, and just being really clear he had a death wish,
Showing his genuinely awful life, Being treated really badly by abusive boyfriend after abusive boyfriend, controlling mother and neglectful father who doesn't think he’s a good person, and think he’s a danger to their other kids, he’s created his own paradise, but they burned it down,
“He's a prisoner, for most of his life, was antagonized at age 10, for mentally dissociating for months on end, and suspected of having several different disaffected disorders, and making his best friend bury him alive,
Monore runs away with his best friend is committed to a mental hospital:
Plot Twist: Monroe kills himself (Sacfricing himself to save Addle, and the universe never returns to find out if his angel survived but he does it, knowing he’s the chosen one and it's the only way to give the remaining Eruim enough magic to defeat the Gruuom army because now they are expecting it least, urging fellow human beings and beings of other realms to, do the same to give themselves over, because they will be reincarnated after the Gruroim are destroyed, with the magic used with,
Main Characters:
Monroe Solantz: “Willow” the mad prophet
Peotgoanist
A homeless mentally ill man suffering from severe phycosis/systrofroinia/dsuniunous, in and out of Bevllvie psych hospital for involuntary overvstaion, //prophet “the Eurpduim” chosen one of the Erduim druids/magic order of the other relms, to come once evry trillion years and be the savior of Agartha possessing the connection, and magic of all realms, raising their army against the Grosim, and completing the true prophecy once and for all.
20 Years old, incredibly attractive, long black hair, very postive/happy dispite being homeless always putting others in his enrcampemnt first, generous and kind well beloved by all espcyally for his oral/story telling perpectinity telling wild tales arround fireplaces, often turning sad or tragic real life events inro wild folklore to get his follow homeless friends through the days, and often simply tells stories of his life or wild syotof religious tales to help the children and other escape to other world witch is clearly where he most often is, spending most of his tine in the woods, writing his legnads in old fantasy books and generally having his heads off in the clouds, but is also a protector, to his lovers, especially Gedion and determined not let the direbess of his sitiiaious get to him or his friends. when he starts Vioisns of agratha, is determined to see them through.
a prodgody of Scince, fansysy, liatrucyure, who’s special interest is lost books/lost minds. He brings up real scintifcic theories and conspericcyr theories that he knows alot about hat have bsiss for his ideas about agartha, and why its so detailed making you as the reader question just like the other characters if its real or not, because Monore is the only character we ever know for sure sees it.
Gideon Bowars:
Age 20
Self-insert ish (Freshly homeless when the story begins he’s already been living and madly in love with, Monroe catches up reader on how they met, and fell in love)
Very pathetic, self-deprecating awkward, very ernest, genuine, incredibly like catrophyses and is always assuming the worst, is extremely in his own head, kind of ridiculous and absurd
(Acessing alot of my own vurblities for this character, arround wanting to be loved, to be independent, ect.)
Trans guy, poor hygiene, not conventionally attractive, special
has crippling anxiety, depression, mood swings, self doubt, is a hopless romantic
Montores true love, both homeless together living together on the new york city streets, since they were teenagers, Gidion is the short-tempered senetive, emotional Immature one, to get into throuble with other dug dealers, ex-pimps, the cops, other homeless people, and just get emotional and let his situation get to him more, especially when he is without Monore, as he becomes CO dependent on him, doesnt understand his mentall illness and even starts towards the end to belive it isnt a mentall illness at all that he was right about it all and the world was wrong. He called Gedion his guardian angle, because they were both raised religious The ‘angle’ eruim druid of Addle parallels Gedion, at every point in the story as do ammy other characters backing up the reading that he is in fact mentally ill and Agathra is just in his mind, both readungs are up for interpaation by the reader. But gedion struggles with this though the story because he starts iout simply in love with Monore, happy with him and to esfcpe to his wrokds beduase they are both homeless, for years relaying on eachother for love and support but when he disappears after one very nasty chase by the cops no one knows where he goes
In reality he is insutionaised after the cops chase him down
he blocks this out /goes into a fuge state in his own mind
he goes to argartha for months
“Captain Woody Goodtown” Older Mentor, voice of reason/nam vet, who is close with The couple before Monore’s death/the rise of the Centrum Vitae suside cult, becomes Gedions lover/the only non beliver/proector of the cults ideneity.
Moriz Angler:
Sanza
the Eruim and Goruim:
Addle /
Adrphui’m
Table of Contents: Catgolog each chapter as “Book ect” like bible books (in true latin translation)
Formatting main the main story as the holy book: Centrum Vitae
This is the holy book, the cattonarory tale of Monore, Agartha
is the book itself
just as the bible is a work of fiction, to be read as a book
its simply tale of many native arches/fables, Jesus’s rise and fall
grand historical tales, interspersed with magical ones of god and heaven their mythgoly, as well
interspersed with holy teachings of the characters
that just happened to be turned to religion
Chapter One: Detective Manger POV
Chapter Two: Gideon’s POV (Manic pixie dream boy afie, Gedion/Monore’s early backstory how he idolizes him, sees him as a fantasy, protective of him, homeless backstory) Monroe constantly talking about Agartha, the lore, how its true religion, his divine visions, and how his dreams predict the future (proven to be true by the way) and how his connection with othe people, the land, even dead peole is getting stronger, he keeps having the same visions of Bueaftul angel, showing him a divine truth about himself, unlocking his true, power place in the universe, making love with the angel, a great heavenly war in the stars, between light, dark, at the center of the universe and he is sounding more and more sure of himself and Gedion is only more invested even as others start to worry, knowing about monroe’s past even as Gedion is in denail as their real life starts to decay arround them (failing to beg on the subway for money/breaking down on a couple who was filming them for an explotitigve vlog about them homeless, loosing more and more close friends to fental drug overodses, Ice imgration services, getting arrested for beingf homless itself/the police sweeping their enampents/not letting them exist anywhere in the city or seemingly anywhere at all without being arrested/insiytuionized/beat up/moved or killed, some of the final straws are Gedions ex lover, a black gay hustlter and drug dealer turned trans sex worker named Dede a “ray of sunshine” in their community, was murdered by a client and, nothing could be done. Gideons estranged ex drug addict brother tried to “save him/make things right with him” but ended up, just taking him home to use him for clout to make him look charitable for his PO, but then put him right back on the street after he impressed them, and blackmailed them if he told anyone about it, the money Gedion and Monore were saving to rent a Van from a friend, Madame Screechy, is stolen by the police, all of thise cuases them to go feather into Fanasy that Gedion doesnt relize is actually because of Monore’s undgonised Skitfornia and dark past, witch alot of homeless people have but in these especially dark times, as Monore is spirnalling down a path of distonnecting from reality entirely, Gedion indguges all of his dellsion, even called out by their close friend and older mentor, Vietnam War vet, “Captain Woody Goodtown” who acted as kind of a father figure/voice of reason to the young boys, protector, while also a frind, “hookup” and guide to street life having been homlseess for over a decade himself. He tries to tell gedion he’s known Monore a long time and they were in the ward (belview) together, and
Chapter Three: Monroe’s POV (Obvious Mental Illness, Shitzofrenia, phytzofefftive diosrder/phydocosis) Starts with him and Gideon on their last week together before he gets sent to the institution but you dont know that till later, he is very unreliable narrtior about his mental illness/always talking alot about Agartha/his scientific theories, letting his prophet/jesus like reputation among his friends and lovers speak for itself.
events in the chapter mostly him going to
Chapter four”
Pov Addler (Eruim angles backstory, pov about the prophecy, Eruim magic system, war with the Grouim, how long he has been waiyting for the “Eruiphim” being a Eruim druid, apreoeteince.
Proulouge:
: Narratio de insano propheta.
Year 2045
Offical, Documantion, of the final days.
I checked my watch, fuck.
I was not about to be late for the biggest Integration of the cemetery, what in the name of the holy father has he been doing up there, browsing for Realste? We’ve been sitting on green for twenty minutes now!
“Cheif? What the fuck is taking so long. You’ have any idea who I am?” I flashed my badge at the stupid cabbie, he didint even bother turning arround his oversized tubin grazing ceiling, distracted by the Arabic radio braodastic, swinging green airfresner, and stupid booble head on his dashboard, having no excuse to be this slow in mild traffic, it wasnt even rush hour. I shoved the bage in his face again, as he took his surprised face off the road.
“helllo, I'm on duty! Can you hurry up!”
“Oh, I sorry officer! You not wear blue, I not reconize!” He squealed, in that irritating middle eastern way that made my ears sting.
“That's because I’m a fucking detective” I scoffed, the idea he couldnt tell me apart from a lowley beat cop made, me bite my lip in bitter resentment. I slurpped down my overflowing Black Coffe, sturring in my steaming hot seat, trying to contain my unbridled rage at the world, at this case, at this man, at the new york city fucking traffic all aboiy to burst, like the danm should have long ago.
“Just drive!” I barked, so he with trembling hands, sped ahead of homeless bums calling out for drug money and endtimes, and idoitic torrists wlaking into eachother, wheezing past half thecars, trucks on 14th street, *its about danm time. All the eadestrians, street and corsswalk desteiaans promptly parted like the red sea for our cab, as if they knew it wasnt just any cab, but a cab carrying an officer of the law, the most imporant and speical kind of person in society, the only pepole left who care about keeping the order and keeping people safe ever since 2025, when everthing went to shit. As if they knew sinide this cab wasnt just any old person, but me, becuase god has a plan for us all, and the heavely father said, that today I wouldnt be late for this fucking shit, with pepole going to work to all kinds of nonsense, and meanwhile they have no idea whats really going on in the world, and they will never know. and between you and me, its probably best that they don't. We pulled up outside my Precinct, I spat on teh ground outside, I paid, no tip, he was late and didnt reconzie my badge but I smiled at him anyways, as he rolled his eyes and muttered something stupid in his foreign language before I steped out, onto the unlible streets. “new trash city” some junkie skinhead, came up to me and and flipped me off wearing a fuck the police face tatoo, and what passes for underwar thease days.
I stared out at the grey, skies covered the endless condos, police barcades covering every chain fenced in getto streching onto ythe hroizion, I could hadly tell Harlem from Houston hards, Billboards for new social media apps, AI celebrity fueds, “Love Central” a cerbebral love exteerpince, only 100$ up front for suberition for the love of your life iplanted in your brain, never feel loneliness again. projected across a towntown Project. The view of the city from the Preicent, was the best you could hope for in this dump, thats kind of the idea, or so my colluges tell me,
this place sure has gotten its upgrade since I worked the beat here, over a decade ago, what they used to Call The “cop city remodel” I can still rememebr a time before it looked like this. when I worked it was just a govermemt office like any other with the Jail outback, smaller then the courthouse even, but now, its same size as any Milatry base probably bigger, Im not in the Milatry, all the cops in my new deparment are a bunch of Jar head wanrbees, trying to run everything like warzone, every year shit gets more deranged, but thats just what happenes. I consitered going intp rpivite praicice, im old school I cant keep up you know, but I promised my father on his deathbed I would finish what he started, and so I came back, to where it all started, fo one last case. The city really isnt what it was, it was never great, but it sure isnt shit now. Though, I remember a time when new York city felt like the greatest city in the world, when it felt worth protecting. The positive, Nisgtoic thought passed in and out my bitter mind as A bird shit in some guys open mouth. It didn't even wake him, fuck this trash heap, one last case then im retiring for good.
I spat on the sidewalk and threw my coffe in the litter filled street, Pulled up my facemask to breathe outside, before going in.Checked my watch again, I made it just in time. I looked arrround the place was crawling with FBI, imporant people from the bureau who I haddnt worked with in years, and didnt want to have more then a four letter convesation with, fucking insuffuble carrer douchbags, I rolled my eyes as the grey haired sleek bastard himslef, Agent Stone, my ex parnter, eyed me up and down, making a beline to my desk. Trying desperately to ignore his over confident, ass.
“Agent Rollins, as I live and breath!” He said, perceiving me aggressively
“It’s just, Cesar now.” I muttered
“Wow you have really let yourself go! Word on the street is your going into private practice? Is that true?”
“You know what they say, that's where all the money is. Isn't that what you always said, I only ever cared about the money.”
“Oh shit, well…I did say that didn't I? Well, I heard that the New Cult unit im a part of, you know the one I offere dyou to joun but you had to much pride, especially after our main tagret went dark a decade ago, …yeah well I heard were gonna get a massive boost government funding incrasive after this, if your team can pull it off that is, everyone is rooting for you! All us “Sell Outs” all the burrou, have our eyes on this one, especially with teh rise in cult Voilennt /Terrosit /Relgious acivsity the United States over the last decade. But among all the ayran nations,Proud boys, Maga-Trump Avengers, Q-Anons, Sex cults, aliens and all new underground cults new religions committing bombings, commiting mass murder against amercian and asian countries, the likes of witch Assamba bin landen, the cathtoic church, Anton Leviet, Fred Hamton, David Duke, David Kresh, and Jim Jones, coul only dream of. But we all know the guys you’ll be interogating today are the worst of the worst…by far”
“Uh huh…well I don't know about that, but they are up there for sure” I looked at him sideways, as he just kept smiling at me, as if there was something about his involvement with this case he wasnt telling me, bringing me back to our time at the Beurau he was always full of surprises, witch for him could eietehr mean a setting you up on a blind date, or for his botched sting in Juarez you had to take the fall for.
“Yeah man, I have basically been preparing for this my whole life, I think I can manage, I say, tune out all that business crap, im staying focoued on the case, it's all that mattress.”
“But you don't have to worry about that man, you got this.”
“I’m not worried”
“I mean you have trying to seal the deal for what…like, two generations, and so if you need a little help especially if its your last job, with all this pressure that isnt even your game, anymore, you shouldnt you know, take it personally man, if you cant handle it on your own, the case is no longer just your little passion project from counterterrsoim, its a whole, big thing now, and you should let someone else take the rains for a change.”
“And the credit?”
“who said that? Look all im saying is its ok, that its different now. Your dad was a legand man, I mean its priacly your destiniy, your birthright to take this thing down! Dont get in your head about it ”
“Who says I’m in my head? get out of my head! danm your nosey. Ugh, would it…kill you to give a guy some elbow room?” I said, pushing him away. Shovling through piles and piles of unsorted minlla folders, and chickensrratch spilling over my old desk, now decorated with some sucker’s family photo’s. While I was bent over rumegeing, Stone just kept on yammering, so close behind me, I could smell latest affair, and meal.
“Where the fuck is that file, I told them to leave it on my desk…”
“You know, Rollins, we all get old its nothing to be ashamed of, you used to be a legend, back in our glory days…I still think about em folndly, they just dont have guys like you in the bauru anymore. one of the last real working class guys, who started from the bottom, and worked his way up, all Amercian, everyone claims to be selfmade now, but no one is anymore, you were the last of the real ones. Not to mention, actually believed god, had the most credible word in Washinton, imagine that, a honest man in government, you truly are from another time Rollins.” Could he shut up for five seconds.
“Rollins have you been drinking again? Because I have a buddy still in AA if you want her number, shes also…fnatstic in bed”
I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my childhood trauma. I grumbled, shoving my desk drawer shut. Cheif Davis must already have the file, he must be looking for me, not looking forward to that debfriding.
“Don't you have like, somewhere to be?” I asked to god at this point
“You know…its just not the same without you old pal, after this, me and my buddies are going out for drinks, some important people are gonna be there, you should come. Besides this case could be huge for our chances, for a premotion its a crazy time right now, you have no idea, I shouldnt even be talking about this, but alot of eyes are on you, in alot of high places…”
“Are you done sucking my dick yet, or should I fill your mouth with cum, just to shut you up?”
“Wow, rollins buy a guy dinner first, you know what I mean” Some other cops eavesdropping started cackling at us
“Look “Partner”, I don't know what you heard, but this is MY case, not yours, not “ours”,I started this case, and im gonna finish it, so if you didnt come here to work me into the madhouse with half our suspects, kindly go work on your own case, and mind your own business. Some things never change, so unprofessional, this is why I work alone.” I said. He just smiled at me, and pinche dmy cheeks as he was want to do and launched into that practiced evil crackle, before he was abouy to drop a bombshell he’d been sitting on.
“Oh, see rollins this is why I miss you, so Drimatic you are so…whats the word…”
“Theatrical”
“thats it, this is ecstasy why I miss working it together. So thats exactly why when I got off the plane at JFK, I couldn't wait to tell you the news…though I assumed you were just playing dumb.”
“News? What news?’
“Weren't you debriefed yet?...Wow, talk about sloppy.”
“What are you talking about, Brain”
“We're working the case together baby! yeahhh! The boys are back!” Everyone cheered, while I just sat in my swile chair, to stunned to speak.
“Isnt that incredible! Like the best possible news ever, we are like the dream team, way overdue for a reunion, I have been dying to get back in the filed with you, my new partners just dont have the same passion for the craft, especially on this case your baby, man this is like our Woodstock!” I pushed away his fistbump
“Right, Right of course, this is great! Not at all…ruining all my plans and fucking up everthing before its even started! I sid through gritted teeth
“But of couse it was already fucked up before I eveen got here right? I just HAD to get a dimwitted cabbie, with heavy traffic in midtown, all the way to the village so of course yall let me miss some vital shit like that! Perfect, just perfect. Heh, thats just my luck! hey! Stop waiting arround for an Autogrpah, this isnt “the reunion tour” thats such bullshit but if thats what yall are making me do, Im a team player, fine Stone, if thats true, Im here to work, not reminiss and play Starsky and Hutch with you in the breakroom like were still in our 20s, this is life or death so dont get in my way. Where the fuck is the Cheif?” I grunted,
“what the hell is everyone starring at? Why is evryone just standing arround dont yall have cirmnals to catch?” I said looking arround at the mostly FBI transplants and other Milatary cops in full camo gear sitting in bean bags, on their iphones, playing ping pong in the breakroom chilling like it was their day off? No 911 calls being taken, evryone looked way to happy, too chill, these guys didnt look serious at all about the job, Back when I was a new York city everyday evry hour you were on the job was life or death you were caring for your comunity, some black kid could be getting stabbed by a Nazi at the bus stop, some grandmother could be needing help up the stairs at her home, some Insane collage proest could be getting out of hand, and beating the shit out of the counter prosteers who disgeree with them amd the cops too, some mentally ill nutjob could be trying to murder a tolder who stole his drugs, some hoarder could have started a fire in a building, there were no breaks we never slept we were heroes we died proecting the city, saving lives everyday and every night, I did, my father did and his father before him before we knew if we didnt these coardly welfare mooching saps calling out Black lives Matter, free Palstine 20 years ago, Michine Rights, HUmanits /Anti canrnist extreemist Voilent vegan extreemist burning down bucteher shops MAD/Insane rights today with that insane courtcase against NIMH miltanat homeless groups, and whatever crimals, terrorists, cults and bullshit pepole who cant just get a job and be a productive member of society that cops will have to deal with in 20 years or 40. But these guys looked internly immature, more like Frat bros with guns, then digfnied men holding down the thin blue line, especially with how Voilent all the progdnada was that laced the walls, a scene that didnt exactly inspire confifince for the case to come. As we walked through the renovated halls on eggshells, looking for the Cheif. I looked arround again at the dismal state of stupid bliss and clear decay the officers were rotting in, then turned to stone, wearing a conmans smirk, with his arms crossed his brows raised. Every inch of him a challenge to my better Nature. The history, implications and words to emegege from beneath his pompous mug, designed by god himself to make me question my every move, to poke and prod, and knock me off my cold cenetr.
But I knew better then to allow that. The remainder of our rappore from working together at the Brau, seemed to ooze back to the surve, the more he forced intercations upon me, you never do forget relationships like that I probably spent more time with Stone then my wife, probably why she left me, and why I havent remarried, god I hate this place. But for what it was worth, If he wasnt shitting me and Stone and I really were working this case again, god help me, I wasnt gonna let him get in my way, or get in my head again like he’s already doing, I know these bastards I know they are always one step ahead and will use any bit of doubt or discord against us, and I am going to samp out those factors on my end, I dont care what the Cheif says, im running a clean operation or he can bring in some other puppet do his bidding, but thats how I roll. You let me do my job, and stay out my way, and we have no probem. In the integration room its like a game of chess, a propper intergator, a master has got to see 8 moves ahead, even if he’s got the first move, neither has as much control in the game as they think. Stone kept starring at me, waiting for me to crack as we turned a cornner, past the Torture chamber halls.
“Jesus, is it just me or all these boys getting a bit soft?”
“Soft? Buddy…you don’t need to lie just because you have something to prove. Clearly they are all the exact opposite, …I mean do I even need to say it, compared to when you were serving here, may as well be CIJoes now, no need to worry about terrorist’s with guns becuase now its praticly a garntee we will have fifteen times as many, evry ofteer is now armed with three Gernades per man…sure we lost several in training alone due to…well you can probably guess…But they have sure gotten real good at you know, precision, aim and…the PR campaigns have been cleaner then ever, your dad would be proud” Stop bringing my dad into this, he’s been through enough.
“Yeah, well then why the hell are half the men on duty…playing call of duty on the couch, eating junk food on the couch, overweight, clearly ignoring their calls, and…genrally acting more like my retard couins at a family function, then the men and wemon who keep our city safe. I mean that guy was watching Porn on his VR headset, evryone knows why he’s moaning like that? I mean jesus, doenst anyone care the FBI is here that used to be a big fucking deal, it seems like these guys dont even know what day it is? Im concerned about the ingernity of this Precinct, its very clear to me everything has gone to shit, and your telling me to be Proud? Seems like the second I left, everything went downhill and hasnt stopped since!”
“Oh Rollins. When will you learn?”
“Learn what?”
“There you are! You're late!”
“Chief! We have been looking all over for you!” Stone said, winking at me.
“The word we is doing a lot of heavy lifting there” I muttered
“Heavy lifting! Clearly something you haven't done since we last met”
“Jesus Christ this is a shit show.” The cheif lit a ciggrete in dispear, they allow cigarettes indoors now? What is this? Dragnet?
“And Jesus Christ, let me guess, neither of you two idiots have been debfied, yet have you?” He looked down at us somehow despite being shorter, like dunces in classroom corners, his eyes buldging.
“Alright, Maddy send them in, if he’s gonna talk, its now or never.” He barked into his chest radio.
“Copy that” He passed, eyeing us up and down.
“Its good to see you, God, Rollins what happened to you man, you really let yourself go.”
“why does everyone keep saying that!” I said
“Yeah, Rollins when I look it ayou, its “screaming, I just a got a divorce, come save me!-haircut” how are you gonna indmiate any susepcts looking like that no one respects an ugly cop” The Cheif said, before making a belline for the elevator, stone followed quickly behind.”
“Exactly what I said, sir. But I look totally just as hot as I did back in the day…right sir”
“No you look like that same doegchab, got a facelift, hairplugs and then came back, without having even a smidge of self growth…”
“Yeah but its ROLLINS, I’m still hotter then him right chief?”
“Enough of this fruity shit, your now 10 munites for this inertgantion. God save us. Agents, Try and Keep up”
“Yeah Rollins, we are here to work, why cant you be professonal, I know your Rusty but-”
“Me!?”
“So… Gentleman, I know you were debriefed informally on the case separately but due to the highly classified, top secret, and ever changing nature of said case, as you are aware, apologies for your inconveniences, late taxi cabs, and old partnerships, not withstanding. But, it was not possible for you to have been made aware that you would be working on this case together, until this time.
“Really?” I said, glaring at Stone
“Really. Unless there are any further complains I should be made aware of?” He raised an eyebrow at me. Oh great, I assume he heard our prior spat, just my luck.
“All part of the job sir, just happy to be of service.” Stone said, legs apart, hands crossed over his crotch, looking proud and straight ahead, as the elevator door shut.
“Wait! Hold the door” Some poor secretary lady came running, before the Chief, slammed the “close door” button, closing the door in her face, causing her to drop all her papers. Danm, still as ruthless as ever.
“As I was saying, you were debriefed, I presume, especially you Decteive Rollins, knowing your father worked on this case and all the work you put in back in the day back when when you worked in Cybercrimes,and counterterrorism the mid 2020’s. But alots changed since then, Centrum Vitae have spread, like a virus making them more danrgous and harder to track. They are not just online anymore, but every year there are new Temples, communes, and tunnel networks have popped up all over the globe. Im sure you heard about the incident with them taking over those Obsdtorys in Hawaii, the treehouse networks in Buffalo, the “Star garden” In Alaksa is being investgated now as a mass grave. They have formed connections to local native reservations with some of their freedom collectives and volunteer work, especially if they groups dont know their true backround infunrating other social justice moments is another new cult development, their leadership has gotten far more disgonnected, and non hiririacial, diificult to track. Theres talk of a class uprising down at the pier infulnced by their ranks. They have started selling alitwernate Sociities, based on Fanstsy, and love, to “connect with the Eruim Sprit within” beyond rencrantion above or whatever bullshit they are selling. They are even trying to get their temple in palm beach, tax exempt status, dispisite all that goes on there is a bunch of con artsizsts, euthanizing Skitfornics, you know after reading their manfesio again to prepare with mental Heath experts they said it made their Suidial Pateients, 20% more susidal, because of their holy “Agartha’s book of Eruim” Centrum Vitae has made holy death, holy again, witch is worse then any other cult shotting up black churches, Sociastic terrosim is a whole new game, but its a religion, its free speach, so how can convincing millions of mentally ill boys to take their lives will lead to being reborn in paradise, with all their friends where anything they imagine will be real, at the center of the universe, and if all of humanity dies Agrtha will become Earth, so they want mass Genocide, but its just so pepole can be at peace, they dont even think of it as death just being reninctanted into the pardsise that our world could be if we were all connected to our cneter, to love, witch we are not, how could that be wrong? Its the worst evil of all, they are by far the worst monsters we have fought for years. Can you imagine if jesus asked his followers to die for his sins instead of the other way arround? Can you imagine if every doctor told his dulssinal pantients to belive in whatever they wanted if they made them happy regarldess of how much it was hurting them, or making it impossible for them to function in the real world? There is already an epidemic of sad lonley men, killing themselevs young, this cult has made it a pandemic, and has given that death a holy perouse, a way out of life, of civil sosictity, with no aneletnttive of how to fix it. So, Aside from the engorged religious Susides, Sacrolouge, white robes, hippie dippie new wave bullshit, mass delusions, engroging of menal illness, they are a peaceful group, they dont bomb or attack pepole like most other cults we have atrgetd, they arent like the black panttehrs, not poltical at all dispite their comunist leanings they are almost post Marxist, post Politcs almost alien, in their rletoic though its undoubtedly Humnist, and anti Capstsist to a fault. All things considered, despite the suicides, they have not been an emeitite thereat in terms of committing acts of mass violence, they have no adverse practices when it comes to sex, it like all cults mostly targets vuruvle pepole at crossroads, but they spiificly go after the homeless, drifters, the severely Mentally ill spifiicly Skitsofernics, indveuials with delusional disorders, such as DID, Skitsoffetive disrorders, Psychosis and more, and their priacices mostly consit of praching their holy books, recraiting the Pradise of Agartha, praaching the lore and teachings of their prophet and how to apply it to their eevry day lives, peace and love, fanssy and imagnation over reality, Eruim magic is within us all, find your center all that junk. How to find connectness if you chose not to “reborn, and we know we have been tracking all their recenet activies every since they resfericed. But despite their peaceful tracks, of course as of late, there have been rumblings that is going to change, very soon.” The chief said somberly
“Yes, from what I understand, their most recent escalation, cult members burnt Dersseson Physcatatric ward to the ground in yonkers, killing and injurying 10 doctors and 23 orderlys. Though the cause of death for all 209 pateints was ruled a suside even finding notes in many of their rooms, in their signature bastard Latin saying, “they have finally been touched by Eruim, experienced true love, connection, and happiness, that they have never had on earth, been denied as have the rest of humanity, and have no idea what true living is, and deserve to find out, and be reborn on Agagrtha, is their paradise in their mythgogy, sort of like the garden of eden meets a Comuinist utopia, meets the Shire from lord of the rings. They always disirbe it as a great valley of community and abuddnce, at the center of that special rainbow Cosmic Relm, You know “Agratha”-”
“I know Agratha, Centrum Vitae I have read the holy books, Stone, I have studied Centrum Vitae’s manifiestos more then the bible itself at this point ok? Dont Lecture me.”
“Fair enough professor. Its the ramblings madmen! Just the fanfiction of a bunch of supid teenagers who got too much postive feedback from their art teachers, if you ask me.”
“Well I didnt” Rolins was fed up with Stone, how were cops so glib these days, in his day they would have been wacked for talking back to the cheif that way.
“Witch one, the bible or Centrum Vitae’s holy book?” I asked, Stone, rolling my eyes, as the Cheif, chuckled, waiting for Stone to finish reading his case file.
“I’d love to hear Pastor Jhon’s reaction to you asking that, but as I was saying their suside notes were basically a eveince the cult had infiirated the hospital somehow, all their sudiees were cuased by the cult members not the fire itself, witch is all we needed to make our arrests at the Temples suspected of committing the Arson, including the one where this guy were gonna be Intergotaed was hiding, you should have seen it Rollins, they formed a barcade arround him like an aneicent beared guru in a cave, let themselves be shot to prorect, their “Capatin” before we took them in screaming and crying like fucking chilren throwing tantrums, naked and jhystraical can you belive that?”
“Abasolutly, did you take some selfies when you cuffed them? You know, for the scrapp book, to show your kids?” I said rolling my eyes
“This is just like how he was back in the day Cheif, at The Bearu after he got promoted our first case together he got sick, with Mono, fucking Mono, and missed us arresting those fags who blew up Crest Pipline, can you belive this guy? We never let him live that down, he miseed all the action.” I threw my hands up in defeat, this was the worlds longest evadator ride.
“Finish reading the case file, Stone.”
“Yes Sir. So, we arrested them and proved in Foresnics they set the fire to the hospail as well to several other adjacent targets, from reading their onlin forums we have been snooping on for years, they are planning a larger attack. its clear they have some kind of connection to that hospital or thats the working theory at least. There was also alot of talk about the Grorruim, the dark black whole demon army they need all the human souls In Agrtha to defeat…the only evil legft in Agrtha, created by, abasance of connection…you read the, crazy book, ok so like all cults they know theres gonna be an apocypyse, want to kill evrbody before the world ends. But our team has hit a road block, with our inet, for this upcoming event, we believe at our Cult unit to be an attack on civilans, but we cant be sure. Thats why were here, to intercept, regroup, learn everything we can about the current cells, and if we can learn the true history of this group not their mythgolgy, butt the real history, their incredibly secretive, proactive and hateful of law enforcement, so if we can get some undercover officers in with the right intel, maybe we can stop whatever their planning and fracture, break them up from the inside. Just as Agent Rollns daddy always dreamed of when he was alive, isnt that right, buddy” Stone said, pinching my cheeks.
“That’s correct, Good work agent. So, First operation, they worship a dead madman, as all relgions do, but he’s only been dead for 20 years, so was his Apostiles, but some are not dead…such as the man we will be interrogating. There is so much about their cult we still dont know spiificly how they formed, their origins, history, recruitment tactics, Remember they key to deprogaming cult members, and getting them to turn on eachother, you need to be on their terms, don't fight their madness, operate within it to get them to talk but matain your power, and authority, promise whatevr they ask to get them confessing, even if your not actually offering immunity, record everything, be veurble, but nevr honest, and most of all,”
“Cheif, chief, we are pros, remember, we got this, so remind me, who’s the star of todays show” Stone said assuring him, acting more cocky then ever as we stepped out of the elvadtor into a dark, green basement maze, the integration rooms where always so far underground I can never find my way out alone, we zigged and zagged as my hert started to pound, first time I would ever be face to face with of these monsters, this ones for you dad.
“In integration today, we have the only known, living man, to have a personal relationship, their great Phropehet, the “Ephruiphim”, the AEDICULA, as they call him. Real name: Monroe Solnoz, little known about the man, what was known is he seduced alot of people, in more ways then one, everything known about him is undoubtedly Centrum Vitae but as this guy is on death row, if anyone can get him to reval the truth about who their Oh so great prophet really was, its you boys. It could be the key. Memoires deep but underneath all that bullshit, is always the truth, everytime, you’ll get him to do whats right, they always give up their ghosts for what skin they have left, its all just good theatre in the end. People's lives are so short nowadays” The chief sighed, looking away as if in deep regret.
“Good Luck, it wont be enough.” He said, before slipping away into the darkness. I decided in that moment, no matter the cost I was going to finish this.
-Prolouge, part two (inteurlude to the holy books, third person POV)
Inside the chambers, met a congress of three worried faces, two silent men in black in dark glasses guarding the doors, a fat Physcrist, and a towering US. Marrine emerging from the shadows in the cornner. The men caught their breath, the men in black, his case file at last handed Detective Cesar Rollins a classified file. So, the men in Black Motioned for the prodecings to at last, begin.
“Ok, send him in”
Behind a paine of glass, three strong men dragged a fraile, barley mobile old man, into his chair. There he was, “The Cpatain” on deathrow, a long winding beard coursing onto the floor, from his baggy eyes, scratched up and scared bald head, marked in the very center with was a glass Paine on the other side sat an old man. center with Centrum Vitae’s symbol of Eruim Apostoles. He was pale, bruised, he was a 4 foot fall, wrinkled, shrivled little wrech rotting to his core, so old he could hardly keep his eyes open, looked like he could have been intergotaed by the spanish Inqueistion. He might as well have been as ghost.
Stone and Rollins simply watched in awe, as if looking onto the last of the Uncoiorn prance into oncoming traffic, as they handcuffed his fraile bony wrists down to the iron Intergnation table spread far enough apart to cut off the blood presure under his arms, like he was a dressed out deer, just the same on his limp ankles, for maxim discomfort. They knew he had been starved, force fed, face to face with Midevil torture, nothing could compare with the questioning to come. Stone turned to the Phycrisit, after reading the mans file aloud, witch he had been waiting for all day.
“They call him “the Capatin” Real name,
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