WARNING, I will be using the events of 09/11/01 as a part of this story. If this could possibly offend you, don't read this story. This story will contain little sex. Some may be necessary for the plot of the story.

Relic is an avenger. A crime fighter.This story approaches 9/11 in that context.

Leslie Josette Gill

RELIC

Started 9/22/01 By LJG

Chapter 5
Dark Clouds

Things were going quite well.  I was going out and fixing little problems.  A bank robbery here, murderers there, and in general, all around do gooder.  I was beginning to be a real hero.

My device, the anti-grav, was being used by the military to recondition old bombers and aircraft.  The private sector was beginning to use the device to make the first luxury hover devices.  I, as the creator, had a beat up old pickup and a motor home. 

I had fitted a device on both.  After all, even though I was Relic, Joe had to appear once and a while.  My royalties from the device were beginning to skyrocket.  I was getting inquiries about purchasing the patient outright.  I said “Hell no” to all of them. 

My little 20% royalties were skyrocketing to a figure beyond 20 billion.  My banker was in stitches. 

I was also getting inquiries to pose for pictures.  I refused them all.  My image had also been pirated and I paid a visit to those folk.  I quietly scared the hell out of them and told them that the legal system could not protect them from my wrath.  My attorney also was all to eager to really put some moves on them.

My life was good.

Then the warning came.  “Joe”

“Yes Relic?”

“You have been a loyal servant to the sword.  I must now warn you that Dark forces are gathering.  You will be tested.  This test is for the whole of humanity.  You may not win.  IF you fail, humanity dies.  Do you understand the gravity of this?”

My heart sank.  I knew life was way too good.  I acknowledged Relic and asked, “OK, I understand.  What do I do?”

“Continue to prepare.  Your recourses need to be well established.  You will need all of them.  You must control your fears.  You must be resolute in your sense of justice.  You must be ready to defend your world to the death.”

“Death?”

“Yes, Death.  I cannot protect you from everything and there are some things, which I am not allowed to do.  It is all part of the test and the legend.”

I knew there was something Relic had not told me.  “You said legend.  Please tell me the legend and what it means?”

The Beginning of Relic and the Legend.

 

13,000 years ago, Man was just beginning to understand the art of magic and the art of steel.  Many felt that both steel and magic were connected.  Any piece of steel was regarded as having a soul.  The masters of the arts of steel were monks and religious.  They controlled the secrets.  Relic started its life as molten steel, crafted into the most unusual sword in history.  The Chinese Mongols raided the village where Relic had been created and it was captured and used for many terrible deeds.  The owner and creator of the sword, whose name has been lost to history, went after the raiding hordes and managed, after 30 years, to recover Relic.

After all the terrible deeds, which were done with Relic, the Monk assembled all the religious and all the monks in the area and cleansed the sword of all its deeds.  Then the decision was made to do something very special.  This sword was given the gift of free thought and knowledge of itself.  It was given a will and a purpose.  It was given a soul. 

It was felt that only the pure should be able to touch the sword.  It would protect its owner whoever that might be, and work for the good of the world.  The magic that day was powerful and once done, could not be undone.  The Owner could be destroyed, but not the sword.  As a way to pay the individual back for wielding the sword, a gift would be given.  The hearts desire of the owner would be given.  The gift would be nothing evil, but something meaningful to that person.  This explains why Joe became the perfect female.  This was his hearts wish, although because of social taboos, it was not something he wanted to say openly.  In fact, he repressed the thought until Relic found the buried wish and made it happen.

The first magical owner of the sword was a policeman of sorts.  His job was to fight the evil of the town and run off the Mongol hordes that invaded his land.  He was successful until he made the very human mistake of thinking he was invulnerable.  He was killed the next day.

The sword disappeared.  It was felt that the monks knew and took the sword to a safe place.  There, it would be hidden until needed again. 

The world was never a safe place.  So the sword moved from place to place, fighting evil.  No evil person could hold the sword.  It would drive the evil one crazy. 

Such was how that sword ended up on a beach in the south of Brazil on the day Joe found the sword. 

An obsessed collector had found the old sword and figured out its power.  But this person had a dark heart and Relic would not be owned by this individual.  Relic took the sanity of the person and he killed himself with the sword.  It was lost overboard the ship he was on, and it was washed up on the beach after 125 years. 

The monks, who watched over the sword, had lost track of it.  They knew its power and its ability to find the next owner.  Of course, in the times as they are now, the news travels quickly.  That is why Joe received a very strange email in his box this day.

“Greetings.  We know you now possess the magical sword of the ancient.  We are the caretakers of the sword.  We will be watching, and should you fall, or fail, we will be there to take the sword back to its home.  Thank you for wielding it and fighting the evil in the world.”

I tried to respond to the email, and found that it had used multiple hop and anonymous technology just like I had used.  It was a phantom message.  But, I did figure out where the message had originated.  CHINA!

Relic started talking to me.

“Joe, I have told you some of where I have come.  Now, I must tell you more.”

“Go ahead.  I think I am ready for the other heel to drop.”

“Such colorful language…..  Anyway, Every 500 years, an evil force try’s to destroy my owner and me.  It usually results in the owner’s death.  But, I think there is a possibility that you might be the one in one of the legends.  I truly think you are the one who can defeat the evil one and destroy him.  You can never completely destroy the evil, but you can prevent him from taking over.  It’s like night and day, you have one or the other.  You always have both equally working.  If you lose one, you destroy what the other can do.  They are dependent on each other.  Evil seeks to destroy the order of things and in that, destroy the world.  I think you are the surprise.”

“Relic, I don’t even pretend to understand what you are talking about.  I just know that I accept the responsibility for what I do.  I wish to help.”

“That is why you were allowed to hold me.”

I went about my daily routine, working on my server farm and collecting data about the day’s news events.  Nothing was going on.  Things were quiet.  Too quiet.

Deep down in a cave, under a remote mountain, was a crew of cave explorers.  This group had stumbled into a treasure chamber that had been lost for hundreds of years.  A young scientist had found the treasure, including a very old sword.  He didn’t understand why, but he was drawn to the sword.  It called his name.  It obsessed him.  He wanted to hold it.  He wanted to draw it. 

Then he lost all track of reality.

The next day, he stood alone.  Everyone in the expedition was dead.  He didn’t know it, but he had killed them all.

He only took the sword and left the caves.  He left his dead colleges and made his way back to his home in the Americas.

Evil unleashed.

Patrick Jordan was a peaceful man.  A good man.  An explorer.  But, Patrick was an obsessive man who went after what he wanted, ruthlessly.

Patrick knew this sword was special.  When he held it, a voice in his head told him the world was perfect.  He was good and perfect and he could have anything he wanted. 

Patrick didn’t know what he wanted.  So the sword decided for him.  Patrick became the most beautiful evil devil, man had ever seen.  When he held the sword, he became a red beauty whose eyes were deep red and long white fangs for teeth. 

His hands were slender and deadly with fingernails of pure razor sharp steel.  His body became the perfect female form.  His breasts became overly large and tempting.  His frame became her frame and her breasts were easily 38 F’s.  There wasn’t a hair on this body except for very long Black rich hair.  At the end of the hair tips, were little steel balls tied into the hair.  Her costume was designed to induce fire in the hearts of men.  This form was to draw them into the trap of becoming intimate with her.  This was the deadliest female on the planet to mankind.

Her purpose was to kill humanity.  Her purpose was to use who ever she could to further that cause.  She took over Patrick completely and became “Angelique, the angel of death.”  Her sword was designed to slice through anything.  She started in Boston where Patrick worked as a professor.  He came to class one day and Angelique appeared.  Almost everyone in the class died. 

But due to the evilness of this form, Angelique needed slaves to help her cause.  She could take over the minds of men by drawing them into intimately.  When she appeared to the males in the class, she wore bright white Latex stockings with read 8” heels and a thong latex panty.  Her body didn’t need a corset, but had a white latex corset with the breasts exposed through the corset.  As a tease, white pasties covered the huge nipples.  She was indeed striking.  All the females in the class were killed and the men just stared at her.  They were frozen in their tracks. 

Angelique carefully looked at the souls of the men frozen in front of her.  The good men were killed quickly.  The men, who could be corrupted, were.  She could get these men to do anything she wanted.  She could do her dance and the men’s desire would override any feelings of responsibility to anything else.

If she were to tease these men further, by inducing lust, she would own their souls.  There, in that class, an orgy of sex and depravity lasted for an hour.  The men had forgotten all about the blood and gore on the floors where they laid and were raped by Angelique.  They all had the blood of innocence on them.  When they all left, the men were covered in blood.  And Angelique had the beginnings of her army.  For all tents and purposes, Patrick Jordan was dead.  The collection of souls had begun.

Angelique needed an army.  Her purpose was to kill humanity.  But as one, she didn’t have the resources.  She needed slaves and infiltrators to go to the sources of mass destruction and unleash the pain and suffering and death she desired.  She was evil incarnate. 

Her slaves started bringing important people to her.  Each one was killed or their soul taken.  Quick death was a blessing. 

It started off slowly.  It seemed that Angelique was raping and killing thousands before the end of 7 days.  Each soul made her just a bit more powerful. 

Relic knew.  Relic could not stop what was happening.  It was part of the legend.  Of course, Joe didn’t know the legend.  Finally, there came a time when Relic had to tell Joe.

“Joe?”

“Yes Relic?” 

“You have been seeing the news in Boston about the deaths of the college students?”

“Yes, and I am concerned about them.  I think you haven’t told me the whole story.  I think you know what this is.”

“Your right.  You have good instincts.  The evil one is here.”

“OK, tell me the rest of this story.”

“You will have to face and defeat this devil.  This will be the most powerful of beings you will ever have to face.  I can give you the tools, but I will not be able to help you while you are in battle.  You will have all the powers, which I have given you.  But I cannot break your concentration while you are in battle.  If I speak to you while you are in battle, she will sense it and try to use my voice to confuse you.  She will use mental and physical powers to confuse you and deceive you.  She will not be able to read you thoughts, but she can sense those talking to you.  That is why I cannot speak to you while you are in her presence.” 

“Will she know my true form?” 

“It is possible.  IF she does, you will not be safe anywhere.  Her slaves will find you and make your life miserable.  She might even try to take your soul.”

“You said try.”

“She will not be able to take your soul as it belongs to the side of good.  It belongs to me.”

“You own my soul?”

“No, I just have control of it while you are in my service.”

“So that is why I am protected?”

“In so many words, yes.”

I churned over this information.  Was I a slave?  Finally, I realized that Relic didn’t want to scare or discourage me.  I knew what was at risk.

I decided to take the offensive.  So I set out to find the one called Angelique.

It was not hard to find her.  I quietly followed what looked like a group of zombie like males who were grabbing men off the street.  Policemen and military men were first.  After all, these were the figureheads of responsibility.  Her raping of these men stole their souls.  After leaving her, they began to kill women and children.  They shot, stabbed, and bludgeoned anyone they could.  I noticed that if they didn’t see you, they didn’t attack you.  I was very stealthy.  I entered the place where Angelique was.  There, I witnessed the brutality and evil of her and the ones she controlled.  She was raping each man who was brought to her.  Each man lost his soul at that point.  I hid in the back.  When I saw the opportunity, I called Relic and in my full glory, started killing the slaves.  Angelique laughed. 

“So you finally show yourself.  I knew it wouldn’t be long.  I will defeat you.”

We began to fight using ancient swords.  She thought that I was a weak person, but, thanks to much training and experience, I was much more powerful than she imagined.  She quickly saw that I was a force to be reckoned with.  She broke off the attack and left quickly.   I pursued, but her slaves were getting in my way.  I had to kill several of the zombies just to get outside of the place.  When I got outside, she was above me.  She attacked again, and again, I fought effectively. 

“You are indeed powerful.  A formidable opponent.  We will see each other again.”

At that, she disappeared.  I saw the deed I had to perform.  I went and killed each of the slaves.  I wept while doing it, but it had to be done.  They were much too dangerous.  After all, I was not killing men.  I was killing soulless zombies.  I still felt the pain.  I still felt the sorrow.  I could not allow these to gather more souls.  I made the death I gave them quick and painless.

Continued in Part 6 "The Battle of Good and Evil" of Relic