bodyguard – Tales of Poseidonia: Reflections (Part: XVII)

Port of Poseidonia: Reflections [Atlantis’ Sun, and Hades Darkness]

Let us not all believe Atlantis and its demonic forces did not have its secrets, and dark powers but it had its day in the sun also. And this sketch will bring forth, some of that—Part XVll

1 Anases and Ais

Anases had finished his scribe work and was a little bewildered what was to be next in his life, meaning, a quest, apparently he seemed to need one to exist, it was an obsession working on the records of Atlantis, then when they were lost in the deteriorate of Atlantis, of 9600 BC when it sank to the bottom of the sea, he searched aimlessly for them for centuries, then worked on the poetic code, thus handing that down for posterity sake.

He was still present in the necropolis of Atlantis’ sunken graveyard maintained in the inner core of the Mountain of Hades that perched slightly out of its gulf’s waters.

Ais, was quite most of the time, yet Atlantis was familiar ground for her, and so it became her refuge, she had lost all her mates, and her lovely life on earth, and what was next was beyond her. So we have here two gloomy people, one who had finished a quest, and was lost for another, and Ais who was put into the same position she originally started from so long ago, while she was on her ship, sailing to the Port of Poseidonia, from her home land, the island of Iffrikonn. It was a long haul for her. And now the peculiar thing was, here were Ais and Anases together, of all people.

“Limbo,” said Anases in a questful manner.

“What,” said Queen Ais, “Limbo, you mean that indeterminate state?” Whatever state it was, they both had heard of it.

2 Aon

The story-eyes of Aon, Aon the Hippokamp, the nymph, was still tied up to the dock at Hell’s Landing; tied up not far from Hell’s Gates, by none other than Phrygian. Accordingly, he could remain their indefinitely. It is strange, the bad and wicked, punishing their own kind, yet wanting to live among the good. But if one prayed in Hell, it was written all over Aon’s face that this enduring punishment, day after day, after day would have an ending.

3 Ephialtes, Buer, Gywan, and Tyr

Ephialtes was doing his new duties as a bodyguard, messenger and so for and so on for Agaliarept in Hell, running like a school boy at his whim. Hoping he’d get an assignment in the future like Phrygian, but that was not a pending thought in either Belphegor’s or Agaliarept’s minds. He was not to be trusted, although no demonic forces were to be trusted, but good judgment told them, he was beyond courage.

Buer and Gywan were back on the great walls of Hell, looking down, and over and out into the gulf watching the vessels come in as usual, and the guests—as they called them—leaving the boats, as they greeted them with grins and spit and every rotten word that was ever invented, and pissed on them whenever they could. Their heats were like ice, and their wit like sharp and dumb eagles.

Tyr was running all about like a crazy ant, lost in his own pity, yet he got an assignment, believe it or not, in the Amazon playing a god of sorts. He liked it, he liked to be honored by the devil worshipers, and every so often he’d appear, and all would go crazy watching him transfigure his being onto and around the fires. And they’d sing and hum and dance. He had been to Haiti and liked the voodoo they produced there also, but there were too many demonic beings trying to get in on the gig there. So as I said, he was happy in the upper region of the Amazon, about 125-miles from Iquitos.

4 Atlantis’ Sun Phrygian Remembers

For years the king watched the summer sun come up and over Mount Atlantis and drop down red as blood in the evening before the heat shifted, and the dark plain dark appeared. He was most happy in those far off days in Port of Poseidonia—his city of wonders, Atlantis, where he was king; now of course in Chicago waiting for a new assignment, and think of those haply days he would often. To him, the world had become old, and gone mad a number of times.

The kings eyes gray now, contracted, his voice shaking a bit now and then, but remembering the glory days of Atlantis, was worth it I suppose; now laying back in a one room, hotel room, in the heart of Chicago, just thinking, letting the summer air creep in, it wasn’t air like back at the Port of Poseidonia, oh no, it was polluted air, gas fumes, cigarette smog, and reeking with alcohol on the hallways. What a difference he muttered to himself.

Atlantis was all he ever wanted, now that he thought about it. The sound of horns and car tires distracted him, ‘I suppose there is a caddish line in most everyman,’ he thought, ‘that brings out wishful thinking. To some men its there in the dark and never comes out until it seeps out one night; but it comes out sooner or later, sometimes sideways.’ His Atlantis, the warm summer days with Ais where a part of his good outlook, one might say, he was rather lucky in that, that he had those days to remember, this was probably part of what might he call, a nervous characteristic of his when he had too much time to think. Lilies, was no longer a real envy for him, he knew life had many corners to it, and he turned them as he pleased. It was Atlantis his foremost love I suppose one could say, the one he talked about the most anyways: and what we talk about the most is what we think about the most, which is I reason, the most important to us: and that in itself says something. What comes from the heart comes out of the month, and it was first Atlantis, second Ais, and now and then, Lilies, for the most part at any rate.

5 The Gulf 1000-years

It was if you remember, one-thousand years, Phrygian sailed the gulf with Ais. But what you don’t know is that it was not always smooth sailing. For he and Ais had seen a lot, and now as he rested in his Chicago bed, waiting for his new assignment, the memories flushed out of him like the sea creatures that pestered his life. Oh there were many, the jellyfish’s, the sea snakes, the devil sharks, if anything, it was a nightmarish water safari—with horrendous predators at times. You didn’t, or couldn’t die twice, but you could feel pain one million times more.

There was the sea scorpions, huge as a mans midsection, and the giant Orthocone, and the punkleosteus, the liopleurodon with its long black and white lizard like body. And then there was the megalodon, a shark so large that it preys on whales. The nothosaur, some fourteen feet long, like an alligator type creature; Phrygian had to fight a hundred times these creatures, as they tried to board his ship.

The krakn —also resided in the deep waters of the Gulf of Hades –a sea monster that had attacked the vessel a few times with its thick and long tentacles, but retreated after Phrygian had pierced it with a sharp carved stone, part of the anchor to the ship. And there was also the Devonian, a forty foot long bulldozer of a fish that crushed head first into the ship, armored head and with giant sheering teeth of bone. Whenever—and now was one of those times—Phrygian thought of these things, and his time at Mount Hades, he dreaded to be sent back into such a world, and took his assignments with much more pleasure.

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