Itward Doom's First Case: Tales From Archeleon's Willow

By Kouta

Along the journey to avenge his family, Itward Lee Doom stumbled upon a haunted house that’s been causing trouble ever since the family who built it met an unfortunate demise. The King and his friends vow to explore this catastrophe and solve the mystery! If not for themselves, then for the parents who died protecting a child who disappeared without a trace.
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This book deals with swear words, murder, gore, paranormal shenanigans, and phobias. Make sure you can handle these subjects before reading; thank you and enjoy.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 25, 2024
• ISBN: 9781304672179

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Itward Doom’s First Case

Written by Kouta

Copyright © 2017

All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-304-67217-9

CONTENTS

Archeleon and Their Willow

Once flourishing with life and prosperity, an Earth, the size of Jupiter, fell into war and ruin after a battle between cosmic beings obliterated the balance between good and evil. A blast destroyed the duplicated and re-shaped Milky Way galaxy, nearly eliminating all possible life. But Eracort, creator of the universe, was barely able to save what mattered. Saddened by losing the galaxy based on their home dimension, Eracort cried out the Ocean of Forever Reaching Waves, a cosmic sea that stretched from one end of the ever-expanding universe to the other with an endless bottom.

Eracort punished those who destroyed their work, relishing their infinite pain and suffering but feeling empty nonetheless. After eons of torture, old friends came to give Eracort their support. After many condolences and a fantastic reunion, Eracort found themself struck with inspiration; and decided to remake the galaxy yet again, this time with far more amusing twists.

After a brief explanation, one of Eracort’s allies spoke up, hoping they’d be able to take on the burden of protecting this new galaxy. Eracort was pleased with and accepted the request; in return, they offered Archeleon the Ocean of Forever Reaching Waves to be the entity’s new home. The sea-like phenomenon had unlimited energy to keep Archeleon alive for many, many eons. 

As Archeleon took to the limitless ocean, Eracort used their power to make a willow tree sprout from the turtle’s shell. I can’t say how long this took, but when Eracort was done, a willow tree of galactic proportions grew from Archeleon’s back. Archeleon’s shell grew as wide as your Milky Way Galaxy; the tree stood taller than anyone could measure. The colorful leaves were filled with stars, suns, and moons; hemispherical worlds grew from the tree on vines, along branches, and even from flowers. Eracort filled the tree with many forms of sentient life once more, then ‘disappeared,’ excited to see what stories come from their newest creation. Their friend, the cosmic entity of protection, Archeleon, happily guarding the willow tree. 

Intro

It struck nobody as odd that many worlds don’t have names. There’s were millions, not even the great Eiichiro Oda could name them all. A third of these hemispherical worlds existed with the bowl half in leaves larger than any tectonic plate.

In a tall castle made of wood, stone, and mortar, Itward Lee Doom ran through the halls in a robe under a cloak concealing his face. Itward wore thin framed circular seeing glasses, he was in his mid-forties, and his eyesight was getting worse with age. While Itward’s deep hazel eyes looked Korean in size and shape, his head was long and had robust German features. Itward’s beard, sideburns and handlebar moustache were connected and kept short. The hair around the side was kept short while on top it was long and slicked back.

 Instead of greying, Itward’s hair turned pink, the more stressed and older he got. That being said, he might as well have gone to the salon to get highlights in his head and facial hair done.

 Itward’s ears were replaced with thick devices resembling headphones. On them were powerful microphones to hear as well as speakers to play music. Slots were made to hold Itward’s glasses in place, as well as move them above his head and be removed. Itward’s legs didn’t exist. Instead, there were two nubs besides his crotch. Even fewer arms to speak of.

 Itward was a cyborg. This meant two things; One; the obvious, he has mechanical limbs. More importantly, only a few types of people can become cyborgs do to how powerful their soul in connection with their nerves is. Even after separating from an appendage, the nerves may latch on, and sometimes ‘grow’ into the prosthetics.

 Itward took them off regularly, afraid of that happening. Itward’s arms and legs were short looking poles on the outside. Within, of course, was the mechanical genius he and his friends spent years putting together. The knees, ankles, elbows, and wrists were black balls made of a thick rubber material with a diamond pattern. The parts that attached to Itward’s shoulders and leg-nubs had sophisticated locking systems reminiscent of labyrinths. The four-digit-hands and blocky-feet were coated with black leather.

Itward kept his torso in shape, overall he was short, especially compared to the knight-armors decorating the hall he was heading down. At the end were paths going left and right, but he stopped and stared at a portrait of an elderly couple. One man and one woman, both Korean and wearing thin royal garments. Itward bowed and spoke in a hushed voice. Wangjaga deul-eool su issseubnikka?

 It was rough Korean, but as soon as the words came out, a pink glow issued from the frame and the portrait slid up to reveal a secret passageway. Daedanhi gamsahabnida! Itward exclaimed before jumping into the hallway. The picture returned to its position after.

 Itward stifled a curse as it went completely dark, he stumbled a little before catching his footing once more and continuing on. Itward hated this corridor ever since he first found it, and no matter how many times he goes through; the disgust remained. Stuffy, noiseless, dust everywhere, not a ray of light until you get to the end.

 Which was finally in his sight. Itward saw a gleam in the distance and soon was able to make out light under the door. After jogging down some steps, nearly tripping along the way, Itward opened the door and proclaimed. Hello everybody! To his few comrades. Itward walked in and tossed his cloak and robe aside, revealing boxers and a tank top.

 It was a secret garage with bulky eighties technology. I just got out of the shower, or I would have been down here helping sorry about that!

Hello, Itward! Todd waved from the van he was working on. The hood was up to show a strange contraption attached to the engine. Todd motioned for Itward to come over to the vehicle.

Todd was six and a half feet tall and had a muscular build. His short hair was brown and curly. Todd had a stoic face that looked half man, half child. It’s alright, kinda needed to clear my head anyway. Todd wore only a long pink and black kilt. Todd was covered in grease and dirt. The others didn’t realize Itward was there yet.

The garage was big enough to fit a small house in, but it was disorganized and messy with tools, blueprints and other equipment scattered about. Mechanical limbs of all sizes and different species could be found either gently placed on hooks on the walls, or smashed on the ground in frustration. There were five metal trash bins in the back that were overflowing with all sorts of junk.

The back wall had a long work desk with the end of it covered with mostly digital equipment and smaller tech next to eighties style computer monitor and keyboard, complete with a mouse. A big computer tower sat on the ground next to the desk and rose above the monitor.

The little door Itward came from on the west wall was the only entrance. Looks like it’s coming along great. Itward walked across the garage to Todd with his eyes on the engine. I tried keeping the uh, Portal Opening Ray from overheating last night and finally found the right chemical combination, Itward crossed his arms. Shoving a frost gem in the radiator after dumpin’ the fluid in/over it. Itward couldn’t stop himself from laughing, and neither could Todd.

What!? Todd moved passed the turret-like machine mounted on the engine. Todd played with the radiator until the two saw a small light blue stone was carefully stuck to it. How did you figure out that would work!? Todd looked at Itward. Did you actually just shove it in!?

Itward burst into more laughter. Well, in a way, He shrugged and calmed himself down, "It wasn’t supposed to actually work. I was trying to freeze