Kol Mikaelson – Journey To The Multiverse - Chapter 19

In the year, 1290 AD.

Nearly two hundred years had passed and it was already the late Thirteenth century.

The Kingdom had now advanced so much that it was already well on its way on becoming another Asgard.

With the help of Magic, enough manpower and proper management, mostly everything went like smooth sailing.

In the beginning, Kol figured out what his subjects most d.e.s.i.r.ed, and then only manipulated the various races of his Kingdom to become loyal to him.

However, as time passed and generations after generations born and died, they began to forget the past and what they once were, and only remembered the blessings that Kol bestowed upon them.

Eventually, Kol gained TRUE loyalty from all the factions within his Kingdom. So he finally put his subjects to proper use.

Thanks to these powerful monsters working together alongside these witches capable of using powerful all-purpose magic spells, the Kingdom had already advanced past what would later be known as the information age.

First he introduced a proper educational system, then made education a compulsory, and provided them with more knowledge, relevant learning materials and the best possible learning environment.

With the help of magic and most of the knowledge of two great civilizations, lack of industrialisation was never a major issue, but other resources, mostly the human resources was a different matter altogether.

This was exactly why the first generation of workforce could barely be considered as such.

But as time passed, and by the time the third generation was educated and put to use, they were already as good as the workers from the twenty first century.

At the current time, the Kingdom was already like an ‘Atlantis’ or a ‘Wakanda’ of this world.

In a Hall that looked like the inside of some kind of extremely complicated magic machine, “How is the project? Any results!?”, Kol asked Qetsiyah as he walked in.

There were many Halls in this castle. Different for different purposes, and this Hall was called, ‘The Hall Of Adventures’.

Simply put, it was supposed to allow people to travel across the Omniverse. Though for now it was incomplete.

There was a big circular platform in the middle of this Hall with complicated magic circle engraved in it.

Various mechanical parts were all around it, collectively forming different layers of hemispherical rings around it.

The whole thing was further connected to a bridge that had rune arrays engraved in it.

On the other side of this bridge was a ‘Pensieve’ that seemed straight out of the Harry Potter movies.

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And it functioned in a similar way too.

Every universe had its own unique space-time frequency and this ‘Pensieve’ could find the frequency of the universe or that of one similar to the one that user wished to travel to.

All that operator had to do was give it memories of the kind of world they wished to travel to and the ‘Pensieve’ would automatically find it, if it existed, or at least find something similar to it.

Neither Kryptonians nor Asgardians had a way to travel to a different reality, but if you combine the best of both and do reasearch on the subject for centuries, then you’re bound to achieve some results.

Especially if the one doing that reasearch was Qetsiyah, someone who invented space-time spells cable of creating new dimensions and stopping time even in the first century when people worshipped the Sun and considered the world to be flat.

Qetsiyah replied, “Well, I do have some ideas about pinpointing the universal frequency and send back the data, but determining the time period is still a problem.”, in a tired tone of voice.

They had already figured out how to send people to different realities, but hadn’t yet found a way to bring them back home, or even to send them to specific time periods in those worlds.

Then she continued, “Sigh! If only we could somehow create a miniature temporal engine and fix it inside the tracking device.”, in a regrettable tone.

“That, or we could just add an auxiliary power supply to transfer back all those data packets precisely at the point of detachment.”, Kol suggested.

“Hmm! But it would require incalculable processing power to calculate that many variables in that little time, not to mention the subject will be going through cosmic dissonance at that time, which is very dangerous.”, Qetsiyah argued back.

Kol replied, “Sigh! It’s not like we have many options here. Anyway, I think this is enough reasearch already, let’s go out and do something fun for a change.”, speaking excitedly, yet in a suggestive undertone.

Qetsiyah spoke, “For all its worth, your idea is still much more realistic than somehow creating a miniature temporal engine to transfer back that data by taking advantage of the then altered time variables.”, completely ignoring Kol’s attempts to get her to go out with him.

Then she continued, “Anyway, how is SHE doing? Still inventing more torture methods? Seriously, that girl have given a new meaning to, “holding grudges”. It’s been more than half a century already!”, in a fed-up up voice, but concern still apparent in her undertone.

When Astrid came home, she started experiencing visions of the three ‘hunters’ she killed.

At first, it was nothing much, but in a matter of days, it began to affect her.

One day, during their early morning flying race across the globe, she suddenly crash-landed in the middle of the ocean, which led to Kol finally remembering the ‘hunter’s curse’.

If someone ever killed a ‘hunter’, they could forever be tortured by the soul of that dead ‘hunter’, and Astrid was suffering from that same curse.

This curse existed because Qetsiyah was the one who created the ‘hunters’ and she was also the one who created ‘the others side’, the place where their souls would go to after death.

So by her blessings, they could naturally come back indefinitely in their soul form to torture the one responsible for their death.

This curse had a easy solution. Qetsiyah just had to take back her blessing to prevent the ‘hunter’s souls from ever crossing over to the real world.

But Astrid disagreed with this approach because that would also mean that hunter’s soul would be forever lost in the ‘other side’ and get away scot free even after torturing and mind-fu*king her for days.

So Kol proposed to build a new dimension, one with both Heaven and Hell for the souls of the people they cared about, or wanted revenge against.

This dimension would be Heaven for people they cared about who did not want to resurrect, and would be absolute Hell for those who had done something unforgivable to them or their family.

With such specific parameters, it took Qetsiyah and Kol nearly a decade to finally create a dimension like that, but ever since its creation, only three souls had ever entered it, and only one currently remaining.

After she was satisfied, Astrid released the souls of the other two ‘hunters’ and allowed them to pass on, but she still kept Alexander’s soul.

She often invented new torture methods to torture him and even promised him an eternity of misery.

Kol wasn’t sure if she would really keep him there for eternity, but after having to had been mind-fu*ked by this guy for nearly a decade, Astrid was royally pissed at him.

Kol replied in a carefree tone, “Nah! She’s not that pissed anymore. At this point, she’s just bored. Plus she did promise him an eternity of misery. Can’t just go back on her word now, can she?”, seemingly unconcerned.

Qetsiyah spoke, “Sigh! At least that dimension wouldn’t be completely vacant this way. It does need more souls for it to properly be called Heaven and Hell.” in a thoughtful tone of voice.

Then she continued, “Anyway I am busy. So go away. I have work to do.”, in a dismissive voice.

Then she turned her head away to write something down on the paper, right beside a mathematical equation, seemingly completely ignoring him.

But Kol wasn’t buying any of it.

He reprimanded her, “STOP IT. This is enough, we’re out of here NOW. You’ve been at it for five days straight. Even with your Kryptonian physique, you need to eat, and proper rest. GET UP AT ONCE!”, in a commanding tone while grabbing her arm to force her to get up.

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In the year 1443 AD.

Jax was five feet, five inches tall, had native American descent along with exceptional fighting skills.

Currently, he was standing right in the middle of the already activated main circular platform, in the ‘Hall Of Adventures’.

Jax of the first men, was a ‘day-bringer’, and Queen Astrid’s bloodline.

He was one of those twenty warriors who had managed to survive Queen Astrid’s onslaught on that very first battlefield, and were selected by her personally to be turned into the first of the ‘day-bringers’, back when it was still not even a term.

Since the King created ‘daylight rings’ that allowed the vampires to walk in in the Sun, they began to refer to themselves as ‘day-walkers’.

But those vampires who used to call themselves ‘night-walkers’ before receiving their rings and were unable to even freely walk in the sun without it, were a completely different species from what Jax was.

So a new term began to be acknowledged among the masses and rapidly gained popularity – “day-bringers”.

Rumours had it that Queen Astrid, Queen Qetsiyah, and even the King himself could directly absorb the energy from the Sun and constantly grow stronger, indefinitely.

This was only later confirmed on many occasions when people actually saw them occasionally firing burning rays of the Sun from their very eyes.

So a race that descended from them, a race just as physically strong as the vampires but without any of their weaknesses, was named ‘the day-bringers’. It was only fitting.

Not to mention, while the vampires were known for their notorious nature and feeding habits, the ‘day-bringers’ were known for their warrior like, yet merciful nature.

In many places, they were even perceived in the same light as the heavenly angels.

Jax looked around the hall, at the many witches and scientists moving around and discussing, while double checking everything to make sure nothing unexpected could happen in this experiment that Jax had decided to volunteer in.

Then Jax looked at the King and Queen Astrid, standing behind the transparent glass outside of all this hustle and bustle.

His gaze lingering longer on Queen Astrid, his mind wandering back to that battlefield when he first saw her.

When her axe came for his head, his thoughts were not at all of regret or fear for his life.

In fact, he was so captivated by her beauty that his mind was completely blank. He was lovestruck at first glance.

On the other hand, Queen Qetsiyah was inside the Hall, standing among all the scientists and witches, directing them, while assigning them different tasks.

The King perceived Jax’s gaze onto himself and turned his head around to look at him.

Then he gave Jax a reassuring smile which reminded him of his late grandfather.

This kind of smile looked really wierd on King’s young face and sent shivers down Jax’s spine as a horrible memory began to surface in his mind.

It was around a hundred years ago when the King gathered together a small army and ordered them to capture a ‘Shunka Warakin’, alive.

[AUTHOR:- “Shunka Warakin” – That same creature that looked like a big black Bipedal Sabertooth from “The Legacies”, Season 2, Episode 3.]

Jax had never hunted down a ‘Shunka Warakin’ before, but he knew about all its traits and abilities from his fellow warriors who had been ordered to hunt it down before.

After all, it was a major problem in the areas near the Kingdom.

However, what was strange this time besides the orders to capture that thing alive, was that the team was mostly comprised of Werewolves, who were the primary source of sustainance for a ‘Shunka Warakin’.

In fact, it was not a exaggeration to say that the creature ate nothing but the werewolves.

At that time, Jax didn’t have it in him to dare question his orders, but he realised King’s hidden meaning by the time they reached the lair of the monster.

Those werewolves had betrayed the Kingdom in some way, so they were just sent to their deaths, and Jax and the other few day-bringers were to use them as bait and capture the creature alive.

All told, despite this exceptional, yet very dishonorable and downright shameless strategy that obviously made their work much easier, most of his comrades died in that battle.

After all, Shunka Warakin was a seven to eight feet tall monster that could uproot a tree with ease while simultaneously being fast enough to outrun a Werewolf in wolf form.

Jax still remembered that day, since it would be forever etched into his deepest memories. That smile that King gave them that day was exactly the same smile that he was giving him now.

This was without even mentioning that team of witches that were sent to hunt down a Dragon, a creature known for its magically resistant scales and fire breathing capabilities.

Jax was indeed present that day when the King used this very same smile to sent off that small coven of witches to their intimately demise.

Perhaps for others that smile meant, “Everything is going to be alright.”, but for Jax, it told him just how screwed he currently was.

He knew he was about to die, yet he could do nothing about it.

Any protest or act of resistance would lead him to a fate much worse than death, so Jax simply didn’t have that kind of courage to resist.

However, he couldn’t help but think back. Searching for when had he offended the King, yet he couldn’t find anything except for his secret infatuation with Queen Astrid.

But that was not something anyone could know about, since he never mentioned it even to his closest friends, and just kept it to himself.

“How could the King possibly know about that?”, Jax couldn’t help but wonder.

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The whole castle vibrated slightly, “GrrrUlOooong!”, and the various machines came to life with glows of magical lights.

Kol watched in anticipation as only an eighth feet tall pure white heat of dense energy sphere remained where that volunteer once stood.

As the King, Kol knew most of his subjects. After all, there were only about a hundred thousand people in his Kingdom and most of the time, he had nothing but free time.

Jax was one of the first ‘day-bringers’.

Unlike others who were chosen for their superior fighting skills, Jax was chosen because he didn’t even fear certain death when Astrid fully intended to end him on that battlefield.

On top of that, his loyalty was unquestionable, especially to Astrid, his Alpha.

However, as time passed, Kol learnt of Jax’s true nature.

This bastard was nothing but a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t and they were completely mistaken about him.

But despite Kol’s personal dislike of him, Jax still diligently completed every and all missions assigned to him. He was also a cautious type of person and had unusual luck that kept him alive to this day. So Kol couldn’t find any obvious fault with him.

Anyway, even though Kol was quite sure that his chance of survival was negligible, he still hoped that Jax’s incredible luck would pay off just this once and he would come back alive, signifying the success of experiment on their first try.

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We’ll see what will happen to Jax in the next chapter.

Been busy lately, so couldn’t find the time to upload.

What do you guys think about, “day-bringers”. I’m just not good with names. So do suggest a better name for this new race, if you can. It would be much appreciated.

And don’t forget to suggest a fitting name for their “Kingdom” either, while you’re at it.

Odin has Asgard, and Zues has Mount Olympus, but Kol will also become a King of Gods when his ‘spell of life and soul concept’ evolves two more times, so we need a name for his Kingdom.

By the way, DC movies will be in a different world from DC TV shows.

And X-Men will also be in a separate world from the rest of the Marvel world.