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    It is a story of time memorial. That every child has heard of in one form or another during their lives. It is the tale of the Armageddon. The Last Days. The Final Battle. The End Times.


    According to legend there will be a huge war between good and evil with good emerging victorious. It is said it must be this way because that is what has been prophesized in the black book given by the one who knows and sees all. This they say cannot be changed.


“So why have the war?” a young boy asks.

“Because it is written.” says the learned sage.

“But who wrote it?”

“The word was given to the chosen scribes by the one who knows and sees all.”

“How do you know they didn’t lie?”

“Because they were chosen.”

“But doesn’t man lie from time to time?”

“Well yes.”

“Then they could have lied. So I want to know why the war?”

“So evil will be destroyed.”

“But the one who knows all and sees all already knows who won.  So why the war?”

“Because it was written that way.”

“We have no choice?”


“Ok sorry to have bothered you oh learned sage.”

And the two parted company.


    The years passed by and the little boy grew up. Other issues surfaced as important in day to day life but the question, “Why the war?” remained in his subconscious. So he focused and paid attention.


    Through his schooling he studied the basics but his interests always lie with history and evolution. Religion remained as a passing thought as he believed in Creationism. His logic was something had to create the basic elements in the beginning and then evolution took over. Where did the material come from for the “Big Bang” to occur if that is what indeed took place? Adam and Eve and the supposed Garden of Eden he dismissed as stories and justifications. The one question of where did it all come from was in his psyche but the issue that nagged him the most was that prophesized final war. Something always bothered him about that concept but he couldn’t figure out why.


    Throughout the history of humankind one thing remained a constant, war. Whether it was for food, a cave, water supply, energy resources, land, money or a mate war was consistent. Why? There was always enough for everyone and then some. If shared fairly the human race would lack for nothing. But that was never the case. But why would humans not learn from their own history’s life lessons? Then something occurred to the man.


    Long before man was put on or came to this planet another story was handed down through one thread of ancestors. It told of an argument between two powers that resided in another world and some say another dimension. It was an argument that escalated into a battle for supremacy. The winner would rule all forever. It was a battle for control. Others state it was the first firing shots of good versus evil. The loser of this battle was labeled evil one even though the victor professed the defeated was his favorite angel. Here the man paused and queried.


“How can the victor, now called Creator, state the defeated was his favorite angel when Creator professes to have no favorites? An inconsistency for sure.”


    The defeated was then vanquished to the place below and banned from the above. The defeated vowed to try another hostile takeover. The victor said it had already been prophesized and the vanquished would remain the defeated in the final battle.

The parting words of the defeated were, “We’ll see.”


Now the man was puzzled.

“If all of this took place long before humans inhabited the planet. Then why the need for retaliation?”

Then ideas came to the man that sorted out this nonsense.


First- The defeated had been vanquished with limited forces. They were obviously outnumbered if another battle ensued.


Second- Reinforcements would have to be obtained for the dwindling army. This way they could bulk up their numbers to match or outnumber the opposing force.


Third- Training of these new recruits would be necessary in weaponry, strategy and tactics.


Fourth- A chain of command would have to be formed with him as head who was now known as the evil one.


Fifth- Creator’s forces already had a head start as far as chain of command and number of forces was concerned. They already had those known as Archangels that reported directly to Creator.


    There was much work to be done and it would take millions of so called years for the evil ones forces to have the ability to match Creator’s army. Where and how to start? But first a name had to be taken. One that was easy but distinctive. Many suggestions were given and a few were taken. Satan, Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Lucifer but the one he liked best was Old Scratch. It was distinctive but reminded him of an itch that could never be satisfied. Oh but how he would try.


    The next eons were spent choosing and training those who had sided and fallen with him as the next layer in the chain of command. Comparable to Creator’s Archangels a compelling yet unique name was chosen for this layer of generals or coordinators. Hence forth they were called Satan’s Minions or SM for short. Something was needed to strike fear into the unsuspecting herd. But where were these innocent soon to be killers, the messengers of the liar’s truth? Then Old Scratch remembered.


    Before the argument turned into the separation war Creator had the fixings of many possible scenarios. When they appeared options were set into motion and what were called the universes came into being. Inside these universes were small formations called solar systems and inside these solar systems were bodies called planets. But was there life of any kind on these planets. Given Creator’s fondness for living things Old Scratch could accurately assume life was formed in more than one location. But on which planet in which system or even systems? Old Scratch didn’t have access to the master plans so he formed what he termed Lucifer’s Spy Detachment or the LSD’s for short. After intensive training they would be responsible for finding recruitable species. It would take patience and a little luck for all this planet forming was a mish mosh by something called physics in play here. But hey, they had all the time in the worlds because time didn’t exist yet. So the LSD’s were dispatched to appointed locations with orders from the SM’s to set up a communication relay system.


 There was a knock on the door designated “Big Guy” on the nameplate.

“Come in Mike.”

“Sorry to bother you but I need to talk. Is right now OK?”

“Anytime for you Mike. What’s up?”

“Well I just heard there’s a lot of activity down below.”

“Yeah I know. Raphael came to me yesterday.”

“Oh ok, so what’s up.”

“Nothing. Why?”

“Well aren’t we going to do anything about it?”

“Don’t worry Mike plans are set to be enacted.”

“Any idea when?”

“Not just yet. Don’t want to tip our hand. Can’t let them know we know. Ya know?”

“OK you’re the boss. Just let me know what you want me to do.”

“Trust me Mike.”

“I always do Big Guy. Thanks for your time.”

Mike shut the door behind him somewhat settled but still anxious.


    Meanwhile reports were coming back from the LSD’s. There were signs all over the universes reading, “System completed, have a nice trip. Or “System under construction. Your faith at work.” But there was one system that caught the attention of agent 22. It was the system named “Milky Way.” The entry sign just read “Proceed with caution. Falling planet zone.” As agent 22 investigated he came across another flashing indicator near the third planet. It read “Unfinished work zone. Plans under advisement. No trespassing. Keep out.” This was of interest and agent 22 sent word back to SM headquarters.


Life finally came to the MWR and progressed to the point agent 22 of the LSD’s began his reinvestigation into the elites current addictions. After intense study their main weakness was discovered which ironically was themselves. So indoctrination began in all facets and all sectors.


    Now, the man on this backwards planet called Earth had seen this indoctrination taking place and began to question.

“With all the universes that exist surely there is life elsewhere. It is a statistical probability bordering on certainty and if this planet is facing and extreme military engagement of sorts it must encompass the entire multi universe system. Logical extrapolation would account for that.” It finally occurred to the man what was really taking place. The entire multi level system was a training ground for the final battle.


    As soon as the man figured it out a bell sounded in the “Big Guys” outer office. Mike just happened to be walking by when the “Big Guy” rushed to see which sector the alarm had sounded from. Looking at the huge wall board he stared in disbelief. “Big Guy” saw Mike and motioned him to come into the office. Closing the door behind him Mike asked.

“What’s up?”

“Somebody figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“The reason.”

“You mean THE reason?”


“So what do you want to do?”

“Ramp it up.”

    Mike knew exactly the next step as that was the code he and “Big Guy” agreed upon. Mike got on the intercom and announced.

“All sector heads to the conference room immediately. Priority FB.”


    The next thing everyone could hear was the sound of robes being put over translucent forms and wings flapping. The LSD’s heard of the commotion and reported to the appropriate SM. A meeting took place in two conference rooms and so it began.


    But first things first. A massive census had to be taken and compiled to determine what species were where; the age grouping of each species and how proficient they were in the different weaponry and skills needed to carry out the upcoming celestial battles. Discovering there was a definite lack of expertise in these areas training facilities would have to be built and educators found to start teaching the basics. Different grade levels would have to be established to bring the different death squads to an even level. Differing tactics, strategies and weaponry had been discovered in each system and time elements had to be considered as well. Cross training became a priority. This shortcoming was not the fault of the general populations of the up and downers. This demonstrated a definite lack of foresight on behalf of the upper echelon.


    The man sat in his remote corner of the MWR pondering the information he was receiving. Increased wars, violence, missile launchings, poverty, greed, corruption and every other damnable offense were definitely on the rise. Coincidence? Hardly. He just stared at the sky and contemplated; if this was happening here it must be on the increase in the multi-universes.


    How correct he was. Warfare strategy and tactics both physical and psychological were on the rise across the spectrum. Training of newer weapons to older inhabitants was coming along nicely. New weapons were introduced as part of the evolutionary process under the guise of peace but the deception was to utilize them somehow in the final war unless they became obsolete. But that was doubtful as every weapon available to anyone would be used to gain any type of advantage no matter how small. Torture was never out of the question and inhumane techniques were being taught for further evaluation and use.


    The massive war machine grew exponentially until there were no resources left for anything else. Species began to deteriorate decreasing their populations of usable resources. After all that’s what soldier’s were, a usable resource within the general ranks. But the thought was, “They were going to die anyways so why worry. They can and will be replaced.” The era of the expendable had begun.


    Weaponry, tactics, strategy, resources and let’s not forget expendable species. All fighting for the propagandized good of the final onslaught. Songs, tomes, poems, stories and novels were being written or transmitted between minds to bolster the propaganda machine. On the Milky Way planet a little known musical group composed a satirical symphony as a false tribute to the “Machine.” Little did this group know how ironic this melody was! In fact it became the sarcastic musical theme for the up and downers.


    The spy networks were in full force. When one faction discovered or invented a new weapon or other system of destruction it was copied immediately by the other side. The escalation was massive. The arms race became one of arms, legs, heads and weapons. No hearts were involved for they were sacrificed upon enlistment of either faction.


    Brains were done away with because a soldier that could think would be a liability to their unit. Blind loyalty. That’s the ticket. All for one and one for all took on a different meaning when used by this bunch. Any sign of deviation was dealt with immediately and without mercy. Such had become the two factions. Their focus becoming so narrow they couldn’t see the end of the tunnel. They were caught in their own darkness and blinded by their own light.


    Finally the day of retribution arrived. Personnel trained, weaponry updated with a few hidden surprises from both factions. The two leading generals met for one last time to see if any quarter would be given. None would, this all or nothing to the death. On a predetermined signal the slaughter and carnage began. Buttons were pressed, weapons fired, missiles launched, troops unleashed. For every attack there was an equal counter attack. Finally the secret surprises were unleashed to obliterate the opposing forces. But they had an equally devastating effect on both sides. Everything was destroyed. All life devastated everywhere. Multi-universes gone. Troops eradicated. Chains of command demolished.  The only things left standing were now facing each other. “Big Guy” and Old Scratch had survived. Each surveyed the devastation they had each caused.


Staring at each other they walked to the largest flat rock. Silently they contemplated what they had accomplished in the name of victory. A single thought came to their minds. They looked at each other and simultaneously stated.


“What a waste.”


Ric Wells/Akecheta



Ric Wells Added Jun 16, 2017 - 2:32am
A nice light topic for your pleasure reading. P.S. My next book is proofed and ready to submit for publication. Working on that tomorrow. Just finished proofing. Going to sleep now.
Autumn Cote Added Jun 16, 2017 - 6:16am
Please note, it's against the rules to submit articles to this site unless you occasionally comment on the work of others.  So long as you follow the rules (starting now), many thanks for your participation with Writer Beat!
Stone-Eater Added Jun 16, 2017 - 2:21pm
Your auto-reply has a programming fault ;-)
Ric is a very good commenter :-)
Autumn Cote Added Jun 16, 2017 - 2:57pm
The last time Rick commented in an article he didn’t author was more than 48 hours ago.  The article he commented in was Expat’s three sentence bitch about this site, so it’s not an article I would count.  The last he wrote a comment of any substance in a real article was June 12, four days ago.  That’s not enough, so he was deserving of my message.  For the record, it wasn’t an automated message. 
Stone-Eater Added Jun 16, 2017 - 3:08pm
Ok. Gotten pretty strict, eh, Autumn LOL
Autumn Cote Added Jun 16, 2017 - 3:30pm
I've totally lost my patience with authors that don't comment on the work of others.  It's as simple as that.  
Ric Wells Added Jun 16, 2017 - 4:00pm
First it would be nice if you spelled my name correctly but I guess that's expecting something.
Second I gave you notification in the article Leave of Absence that I would be away for a while as I was working on my next book. I commented as much as my eyes allowed. And kept in touch with posting some of the stories included in my book. 
Third I was up all night getting the book ready for submission to Create Space and Kindle.  Which has been approved on Kindle and will be soon on Create Space. Might as well give myself a plug.
Fourth If you have lost patience with me even after the notifications then I have nothing more to say in my defense. 
A quick perusing of past comments on other authors.
Expat-I need a new site.
Dr. Rupert Green-Out of the closet.
Stone-When the musics over
Tubularsocck-Trump Non-Fakeish news
Mark Smith-Religious parties
Leroy- Art of the thrift
Donald Swenson-Karl Marx.
If you as the site owner deem this as a lack of participation then so be it. I contribute what I can when I can and how I can. 
You once admonished me for what I write. You stated political articles are the most controversial and get the most action or words to that effect. While being true there are only so many ways to state a personal political belief. I had though what I was writing would bring a breath of fresh air and possibly some new blood to the site. Apparently we do not think the same. I am here if you allow but understand if you wish to banish me. It's your site not mine. 
Ric not Rick.
Autumn Cote Added Jun 16, 2017 - 4:48pm
Sorry for misspelling your name.  If you need to be away for a while that’s fine, but don’t post articles here unless you also plan on commenting on the work of others.  It’s now been 53 hours since you commented on the work of someone else and that’s giving you credit for commenting in Expat’s “article.”
Stone-Eater Added Jun 16, 2017 - 4:49pm
I'm on your side there - and don't forget to get me hints on that book. I've got a ebook reader now and would like to read it sitting on the shores of Lake Zurich....or in November on the beach of the Atlantic ;-)
Please stay. We need authors like you who try to make people reflect. We don't have another Ric here who is capable to write such touching stories.
Dino Manalis Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:14pm
There's a constant struggle between Good and Evil, even between good and evil people, it happens constantly.
wsucram15 Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:34pm
I liked It Ric..imaginative.  Keep it up.  I dont read fiction often but do enjoy your stories...maybe its not fiction.  hmmmm
Stone-Eater Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:35pm
WTF does THAT mean ??
Stone-Eater Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:39pm
BTW: There's no good and evil in nature. Concerning humans we're born neutral. We're made evil for the purpose of others. At least today that's the case.
Some use our survival instincts, pervert them and get us to do things we wouldn't do normally.
Ric Wells Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:45pm
And in those last 53 hours have been spent organizing proofing and submitting the final touches. Right now I'm so tired I can't see straight. So with your permission I'm going to a much needed and deserved sleep. See you on the other side. 
wsucram15 Added Jun 16, 2017 - 5:56pm
Ric Wells Added Jun 17, 2017 - 12:58am
Stone kindle?
Mircea Negres Added Jun 17, 2017 - 4:09am
Man's cruelty and ability to destroy is driven by deeply entrenched fear that goes beyond the outer limits of unreasonable paranoia and hysteria. What can I say, there's a piece of Armageddon in each of us. The valley of Megiddo is believed to be the scene of the final battle between good and evil, but I wonder what would happen when mankind leaves Earth and spreads among the stars. Will they have to come back here to duke it out? Would it matter which side won? Light is defined by darkness, order is defined by chaos, good is counterbalanced by evil. I think taking one out will lead to problems because of the imbalance which results. In the end, our leaders will probably look at each other and indeed find themselves saying "What a waste!" We often say "better late than never", but in the case of what your story describes, I'd say "better say 'never' now than to realize you made a mistake when it's too late". Nice post, Ric. I really enjoyed how you played out the End of Days. I take my hat off to your literary talent without any reservations. Keep 'em coming!
Katharine Otto Added Jun 20, 2017 - 1:28pm
Ric, I like your bottom line.  In Oriental philosophy, the concept of "qi" (sometimes spelled "chi"), or life force, pervades everything in the cosmos.  It is neither good nor evil but part of a dynamic balance of patterns. Thus, while our Judeo-Christian beliefs assume the duality of good and evil, Oriental philosophy is more pattern-based and allows more latitude for creativity that doesn't have to be oppositional.
Ric Wells Added Jun 20, 2017 - 2:30pm
Thank you all.

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