Chronicles of the Wolf III: Brotherhood of the wolf

Chapter 12

This meet and greet thing that Walker talked about sounded ludicrous to me. Apparently one would go to some set location whereby a renowned person, that is apparently sometimes called a “celebrity” for whatever damn reason, would go to an meet people that are apparently called fans.

“I do not get why call the followers, fans,” I said after Walker explained the stupidity behind this so called “Meet and greet.” “I mean one might as call them winds, and it would be none the more descriptive.”

“Its short for fanatics,” Walker said shaking his head.

“Fanatics?” I said c*****g my eyebrow.

I remember back on Kyzlbrahma there were some fanatics that worshipped different known gods or goddesses that had been long removed from the divinity of our world. I however do not remember ever calling them “fans.”

“Then why call them fans?” I said. “Do they worship this… ‘Celebrity’ by cooling them down or something like this?”

“No, its just the way that they have been categorized.” Walker said.

“If they want to call them fans then why would they not be named after something that they do.” I pointed out.

“It is something they do.” Umberto said. “Some of these people dedicate their whole lives towards the borderline worshipping of these people, to the point that they could have homages or shrines built around that individual that they worship. How do you think that the Star Builders became so well known and worshipped around the universe as gods?”

“Because of fanatics?” I said.

“Simple enough,” Umberto shrugged.

“That sounds hard to believe.” I said.

“Think of it this way civilizations across the cosmos must have had some encounter with the beings that are now only known as the Star Builders. If now we have people worshipping and adoring people in the limelight who are well known and revered, imagine billions of years ago when the Star Builders were around and they were close to gods even by our standards now. One would not have to stretch one’s imagination to believe that there were fanatics that started believing in them and creating temples, shrines, statues, cults all sorts of things because they were fanatics.” Umberto said.

“I suppose I can see your point,” I said.

Along the way to this “Meet and greet,” we saw a group of people stopped along the side of the street looking at something that was being projected upon this thing that Walker called a “view screen.”

“What is all the hubbub?” I wondered.

I looked over at both Walker and Umberto they both shrugged. We quickly decided to see what the commotion was about. Upon reaching the crowd I could see some sort of broadcast being presented on the screen. The broad cast showed a massive collection of people. I couldn’t even fathom how many there could be there had to be in the millions.

The screen seemed to look around this collection of people and the more it looked around the more people seemed to be appearing in the screen. Rows and rows and rows of people as far as the eye could see. What in the hell where they waiting for, I wondered?

“What’s going on?” Walker asked a nearby person.

“Adam Live apparently is supposed to give a speech to inaugurate the beginning of the Semi-Finals of the tournament.” The person asked.

“And that many people are there?!” I said.

“Oh yeah heard there was going to be half a trillion at the inauguration.

“Half a trillion?!” Walker said.

I ever even heard of such number before.

“How many is a trillion?” I asked confused.

“It’s a lot,” Umberto said.

“How much is a lot?” I asked.

“On the entire planet there is probably about 4 trillion people, the fact that half a trillion is going to be there at this inauguration means that around a quarter of the population will be in one place.” Umberto explained.

“A quarter of the damn population?” I asked and Umberto nodded. “Just to listen to that i***t speak?”

“Well not just that remember I said that the tournament is kind of a big deal.” Walker said shrugging.

“I guess I didn’t know what you meant by that until now.” I said.

“Look there he is,” some people started to say. We looked up at the screen and sure enough there was that character Adam Live.

He looked as smug as ever with his slicked back hair, and strange circular glass things that covered his eyes that were black in color. He was wearing a suit. Like the ones we had seen him wear before, however this one he had now was white for whatever reason. And he had a black shirt underneath this suit with a white tie.

For whatever reason, this sort of presentation he was putting forward it was like he was presenting a sense of purity by wearing white. However, that black…that was presenting a sense of hidden evil. It was interesting he had chosen this sort of representation of himself.

“Ladies! Gentleman!” Adam Live said dramatically as he raised his hands to the crowd of people who had applauded as he reached this center stand. “Genderless! Non-binaries! Androids!”

“What the hell is a non-binary?” I asked.

“Someone who does not identify as any specific gender.” Walker said.

“And that is different than genderless?” I said.

“Well the genderless are born without a gender.” Walker said.

“And the other one is…” I shuddered at the thought.

“They decided that they don’t identify as any gender.” Walker said.

“So they could have been born male or female and yet the decide to proclaim themselves as neither?” I said.

“Essentially,” Walker said.

“What in the hell?” I said.

I did not however have any time to think about that any longer than I had already. Adam Live had started to speak.

“Today I welcome you to the Universal Battle Tournament!” Adam said.

There was a roar of the crowd as he said this.

“Today we will witness the power and domination of one being over another.” Adam said. “Today we will see who is weak and who is strong.”

Adam really emphasized the word weak.

“Somehow this guy really rubs me the wrong weight.” I said I had heard this expression before it didn’t make any sense to me, but I used it.

“Its rub you the wrong way,” Walker said shaking his head.

“Why would it be…” I started to say but I just shrugged it off.

“Today Glory comes to those who will win in the end,” Adam Live said. “The Glory that is something that must be taken by those who are the strongest, the finest the most powerful amongst us. Those who hath not this power nor this glory will crumble.”

There was another rumble.

“The guy sure knows how to talk,” I said.

There was something about the way that Adam Live was saying these things that seemed to be inclined towards saying people in his favor. Call it strange, but the more I was listening to this bozo the more I was feeling that he was creating a massive hoodwink on a large mass of people, and people were gobbling it up.

“To quote our Lord Shiva,

‘Fire is his head full of rage and destruction,’

‘The stars and the moons are his eyes that are forever seeing all action,’

‘The vast emptiness of this space is with which he hears,’

‘The universe is his heart and he is the inner-self that burns,’

‘The inner-self that desires to bust out and yearns.’

‘Yearns to do what one will not do otherwise,’

‘To open the eyes of the sheep who have fallen for the lies,’

’I have come to thee

For I do see,’

’BEHOLD MY MARVEL

BEHOLD MY STRENGTH

BEHOLD FOR I WILL NOT GO DOWN,’

‘I HAVE RISEN IN DEFIANCE TO THE GODS.’

’I AM LORD SHIVA,

THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS!”

With that the crowd erupted again.

I stood there in stunned silence. This guy, Adam Live, he was either the aviator (or whatever the hell Hanuman called him) of Shiva, or he was some psycho follower of Shiva. Not only was this the case, but he was spewing it out all over the place. And everyone was eating it up everyone was seeing what he was saying was true.