A temple in the sky was his dwelling place, the lord of time searched tirelessly for a new Adam and a new Eve, all he required was unconditional love and a fearless embrace.'
Galloping hoofs threw up dirt on the forest trail as two men, the latest emissaries for Lord Telos neared the end of their days journey from the sea towards the slave compound. It was Summer 1773 and the slave trade had been banned in England for almost a year. Secluded coastlines however were still used to smuggle men and women across the border to secret compounds where the slaves could be kept until bought. Old habits die hard, and the wealthy, the brutal, and the pragmatic continued to buy women and men. Lord Telos was one of the latter category. He was spoken of by the suspicious and religious as a living embodiment of time who lived in the clouds. He had been traveling the country commissioning men to search out and purchase slaves with a promise of reward.
The west coast of England had a steady stream of people traffic and had a large compound. Torture and execution was provided for the spirited and the seditious slaves who had an example made of them. In a nearby forest nicknamed Golgotha one such captured escapee, a former tribal chief called Resurrection prepared to meet his ancestors. His arms were tied tightly behind his back and his ribcage felt the pinch of the untied boots, of the stocky pale man with the patchy orange beard glowering over him.
The rust bobbled axe sparkled momentarily in the dawns young rays. The one who would be his undertaker shunted his feet forward. Resurrection's compounded head pivoted against the Willow tree wedged in its roots system which provided a natural vice. Resurrection had chalk grey lips from dehydration, he prepared for his execution. One eye was bloodshot, purpled, swollen and glued shut with caked blood, spit and sweat. He inflated his lungs and held his breath knowing the out breath would be his reunion with all things. Then for the first time he had an out of body experience. All the sounds around him dimmed as he went into a state of hearing his own inner sonic universe, his heartbeat and the sound of blood rushing though his veins. Then in a split second he imagined seeing himself standing with someone behind the axe wielder looking down on himself. Then he was back in his body on the floor and the sounds of the forest came alive once more.