The Soulless Ones Series

A multi-dimensional entity, known as The Scribe, is on a mission to unravel all of Creation! The Scribe has his mind set on the Cosmic Clock as it counts down to another Great Reset. As the epitome of chaos and a purveyor of purpose, it is only fitting that he does what he was created to do; to cause a chain reaction that would undo all of Creation. But his plan faces an obstacle in the form of two 2,000-year-old archenemies, Shi'mon and Yehuda, who must find a way to bury the hatchet and save humanity from certain extinction at the hands of the soulless creatures created by The Scribe known as... The Bright Eyes!

"Provide a puppet with enough purpose and it prides itself on being a principality with unlimited power." - The Scribe Many cycles after the Great Rebellion, Michael, the archangel supreme of the Realm of Celestia, is estranged, Luceefa is still incarcerated in Hadesina, a realm that was nicknamed The Abyss, and Kazuk, a fallen archangel, is the new king of Hell Realm. The animosity between these neighboring realms, Celestia and Hell, is close to boiling point. And, with The Scribe as his ally, Kazuk will stop at nothing to have what, he believes, is rightfully his: the Realm of Celestia. But when it is revealed that Eliel, a lowly angel youngling, fulfills a transcription from The Logos that prophesies the advent of The One, who will rise above Michael, Celestia and Hell can only hope to have Eliel on their side, after Eliel returns from his fall to Earth Realm. And while the balance of power in the Dimension of Lemuria rests in Eliel's hands, The Scribe sees a perfect opportunity to turn an entire dimension into a catalyst for his ultimate plan to undo Creation as Eliel, the fallen angel, goes through... An Archangel's Ache.

The nine-foot, smoldering, muscular creature looked human, with claws for fingers and toes. It sparked the ethers and a twelve-foot long, smoldering trident coalesced in its right hand. The creature focused blazing, yellow-red eyes on Marissa and grinned as yellow-red flames spewed from its mouth. The Beast lifted its trident and crashed the hilt three times into the earth. An earthquake followed each crash and each earthquake was more violent than the previous one. On the third crash, the earth ruptured and fissured towards Marissa; but the fissure forked past her as if it was forced by an unseen force. Marissa sparked the ethers and morphed into Sarael. A golden sword and shield formed in her left and right hands respectively. Sarael took battle stance as a golden armor formed over her body. A golden hairband held her long, black hair in a tight bun. Green flames flared from her eyes and mouth. “Today you fall!” Sarael, also known as Marissa, promised and lunged towards The Beast.

“It is too late!” said Emok. “Hang in there, old friend!” Lunok cried. “Pointless!” said the entity that had assimilated Emok’s essence. Its voice was deep and infused with energy so dark it made Lunok and the other four Shemsus stagger backwards. “Who are you?!” Lunok demanded. “Soon, you will know, creature,” replied the entity. Lunok raged and thrust his fist towards the sky. A bolt of energy surged from the sky, struck the containment chamber of the entity and started sinking it deeper into the ground. “I swear by what I am and the essence I have taken over,” the entity promised said via telepathy. “I will be free and then, I will annihilate you all!" The Dimension of Asah contains the Realm of Atlantia, home of creatures called the Shemsus. The essence of Emok, a prominent Shemsu, has become tainted by an entity only known as ‘the darkness’. During their latest assignment, Emok passed his tainted essence unto two of their new creations: Michael and Luciel. Now, Lunok must find a way to stop this entity and find a cure for the angels before a Celestial Crisis erupts and eradicates them.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.“Irrelevant!” she replied. “The cosmic countdown is almost complete. ”A moment of silence went by.“Are you ready?” he asked again. She heaved her shoulders and tore her gaze from the white oblivion she was focused on. She turned around, met his gaze and smiled weakly. “Do you think this is all my fault?” she asked. “I think that everything happens for a reason,” he stood up and walked towards her. “I believe there is a purpose to everything.” “You sound like someone I know,” she chuckled. “To answer your question, I have been ready from the very beginning. You?” “Every choice I’ve made has included sufficient room for error and mistakes,” he replied. “You never had such a luxury, unfortunately.” “Be that as it may,” she shrugged her shoulders, “free will is something that eludes even me, sometimes.” “But this is not about free will, is it?” he asked. “No, Yeshua,” Akasha replied. “This is about the fate of Creation.” Too late! Creation came to standstill. The Scribe watched as the vibration of chaos morphed into an etheric black hole in the Core of Creation. This etheric black hole began pulling everything into its expanding event horizon and undoing Creation by tearing Creation apart ether by ether. The Scribe’s grin broadened as he watched the most beautiful simulation of the unfolding of his purpose, which was perfectly in sync with The Cosmic Spark.