Devil's Business

Time Travel

Thousands of years has elapsed over the frozen green sphere that confined Bima inside for the time after his defeat over Heimdallr and the almighty power of the norse. The cretaceous period has begun to display its downfall. Eucalyptus tree has withered away en masse, leaving several of its humble eater to starve and died by hunger. Scavengers are in triumph by the loads of carcass on the grass land of the prehistoric earth, but then failed to sustain themselves once the feast over the dead has ended. Mammals and the small critters of the world has started their long-term hibernation for the sake of their own survival, saving themselves from any encumbering relishes of sustenance for their daily life at the time of crisis.

But when the stone falls from the sky, hazardous calamity has beckoned and going much further beyond saving. While the outside world are fallen steeply from the wide-range of disaster and drastic upside-down crumble, Bima still trapped within the scope of infinite cocoon of the cretaceous period. A seed of eucalyptus tree has preserved within the protection of freezing seconds of life, giving a hope of thrive for its own kind over the worldwide catastrophe.

Fortunately, the sword and talisman are also prevail in front of the destruction of earth, but laying themselves idle and out of reach from the man inside the green snare of time.

Back to the spine of the world’s development, Mammals are somehow outlast and live longer than its once-conqueror of the open space world. The small beings are here, after awakened from their lifetime slumber, to retain of the empty throne and being its majority for the second genesis of life. Their bodies grew much bigger than what they once was to dealing with the hardship of their nature. Once became the hunted, turned to become the hunter and dominator of earth.

Yet Bima could only seen those massive exchange from his own confined stature, incapable to react over the proliferated evolution and making his move around it. As for now, Bima has been buried deep inside the heaping-up soil and dust that were accumulated ever since, alongside the sword and talisman with him underneath.

Verily, the time of world authority has been far too long for the huge mammals. Another future conqueror has begun to rise up and making their stance over the reign of animals upon the beast. Two fur-less primates has erected and standing upon their feet, leading their pack to climb the ladder of food chain steadily over time. Contrary to their counterpart, these newfangled creatures has intellect to train themselves on fighting against the odds. After all, they have no hide to cover themselves from insects and harm. Their muscles are too prone on being constrained and having lesser strength than the rests of meat-eating animals on the same league.

As they relied on luck and learning from mistakes faster than others, the two-risen up primates became the center of civilization of history. They enslaved beasts for their construction of statues, worshipping Gods to sustain their spiritual emotion, and eating the domesticated beasts that once was their opponents to serve them for lifetime.

And the story of Bima for the challenge has yet to begin.

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‘Time for your third challenge, Bima. Prepare yourself and stay advised.’

Being stuck for generations seems like a glimpse of seconds for the man-in-freezing time when he got thawed out from the constrain of the green sphere. It was the eruption of a mountain that released him alongside a massive landslide that recurring at the same time, somehow bringing the talisman into a distress and forcing it to relieve the infinite torment immediately. However, He does not literally safe from atrocity, since he has to fend off from a rushing molten magma of the mountain itself before having his ultimate freedom.

(Blast!)

But nothing can stop a demi-god once it has been released. The descending magma could not clear him out in entirety, rather too sluggish to chase the blistering pace of the man-in-challenge and having toe-to-toe battlefield with him in heat. On the other way, Bima is enraged by the undesirable period of stillness that he has to endure, thus making him sprinting down the mountain with his wrath that entails.

Down the hill of the mountain, Bima perceived a helpless city and many of its unfortunate residents that were shriveled under the concrete temple, with others shrunk down their own homes and hoping for miracles of their Gods. He wants to aid them all to safety, but the natural disaster has already on their door and embarking down to be their inescapable destiny, or so that he thought about in his way to descend. For him, being A God does not necessarily assisting everyone on hindsight, but also have to be prudent and selfless in deciding which person has the right to be alive.

By the course of madness down his vein, Bima still has the tingling sensation upon his inability to be there for the citizen of an unknown city ahead of him. He is a demi-God, entangled by actions and order from the highest role from the heaven itself. For him to make amends, he could only lay a glance to the city and prayed.

“I’m apologize, my fellow humans. My father might be cruel upon you, but there should be a reason for all of this.” Spoke him upon the condolences for the fate of the city, which was concealed deep under the ashes shortly after his departure.

When Bima finally could reach the end of his pursue, he searched for any cave to shelter. He does not have an idea for the third challenge, in spite of the serene voice who has himself allured to know more of the audacious event that he has to spend the time for.

‘For your third challenge, there are no gate or entrance. With the time travelling device from the Nordic God, you have to locate the servants of the devil in any timeline.’

‘It spawns once in every following years that entails the former ones in front. The year is 100 BC for the epoch of your story, and you’re here to start the streak of killing until then.’

‘Remember one rule, for this is to be essential in your objective: Give a divine sentence for a human with tremendous wealth, yet found nowhere to plant the seeds for lifetime.’

The sentinel’s celestial order dispersed at once after it recites three times for the man-in-challenge. It was then printed under the memories of the man for him to rewind in any segments of his tenure.

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With his immense knowledge upon the realm of man, Bima could transcend back and forth over his own disguise as a man of the country. He wore a white linen-based tunic, the common attire for a high-end government officials as a showcase of competence and purity of his career. In such a short time after his ‘rebirth’, Bima has blended himself into the culture of ancient Gree. He learned the entire traditional history and custom throughout the brief studies in the public library, squeezing it in whole within hours by the tremendous power of a Demi-God and its properties to know-it-all apogee.

A year after, he quickly uplifted his career trajectory and successfully enter the peak of political turmoil of the country. The league of Vira, in which comprised of three powerful pivotal rulers with tremendous authority upon the entire city itself, providing him with a well-suited dominion for a demonic-infested leader and his tenure at the time.With limitless power and authority, he could reach every sector of life within Gree in ease.

Not to count on the close relation with the tyrant himself, the one he was looking for in years.

“Help, brother!”

Decades has passed, and the essential moment for Bima has been started in accordance to the plan of conquest. Alongside the other local leaders of the country, Bima could assassinate the King by stabbing him out of the throne numerous times in a row in a yearly commemoration of the country's reign. The event marks the end of the mission for the years of his life upon Gree, and cue for him to continue the travel for the next.

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The year is 1213. A night of rest for an ordinary person among the street, yet a horrific experience to the well-known artist of the city and his venture back home to paint an inspiring portrait on the canvas. He is Geronimo Luda, an aspiring artist and a fan of dark-themed imagination upon his work. He is currently overwhelmed by the unprecedented situation, much unknown to himself in such a delightful day of his work. Thirteen of his close friend has been murdered in mysterious manner, exactly thirteen days each prior to his plan for anniversary of his current activity in selling his own art. No wonder, he has never been acquiring as much money as he is today for three successful exchange of his wonderful imagery of darkness and void of dusk, since the theme itself is not popular from the start.

With the pain of losing his dearest companion, Geronimo Luda has an intense fright down his throat. He was being followed right from the very beginning of his way back home. A murderous intent from the rear side making him anxious in every step of his walk upon the road. To add with his concern, the glum aura of the city at midnight hours surely putting his own head on the insurmountable degree of risk. An immediate memories over the barrage of blabbermouth within the topic of a lurking nightmare from the tale of his friends' fate has increased the terror even more at the time, keeping him easily vented up whenever an unrecognizable sound were erupted in random occasion.

In abrupt to his anxiety, a knife was piercing his nape in slight motion. He wants to scream so much, yet the person behind him muffled his mouth with a piece of cloth to prevent any further attention from the neighborhood and interfering the perpetrator's misdeeds. 

“You have signed the pact with that demon, and you have to do something for me before dying.” Muttered the person behind him in a bland tone and pushing him to the bed side of the road,”Use the reminiscent of your dearest friends as an inspiration, so let’s have some drawing once you get home.”