Arus, Borus, Corvus and Derus. Four sons of Xeros and Mavinox.
Humble and meek is their beginnings, and the end lol.
Xeros, the father, son of Quorus, son of Phorus, from the house of Frezarus of the Heresus dynasty dating back to unknown centuries of men of valor and tranquility.
Mavinox the mother, of the lines of known healers and traditionalists of the infamous Chrovorix,
Arus the first son, mighty in size and bold in character.
Borus the second son, lanky and authoritative.
Corvus the third son, brightest face but soft of heart.
Then Derus, this very Derus the fourth son, him is Shallom,
The Shallom who lives up the name.
They was an ordinary family,
Full of solitude and simplicity.
Not pride but a character, geological trait or some shit whatever.
Modest living, even with the huge chunk of gold in reserves they own.
Life was at its peak with the arrival of Derus,
He was the Shallom,
The promised Shallom.
The much anticipated Shallom.
The long lost Shallom.
The hidden Shallom.
The forgotten Shallom.
The unknown Shallom.
The desired Shallom.
The spotless Shallom.
The adored Shallom.
The mythological Shallom.
The Shallom, he was their son.
The Shallom their blood.
Derus is for Shallom and Shallom is for Derus.
No Bourne shii but damn, they can see it now.
Shallom is Derus and Derus is Shallom.
The Shallom,
The fucking Shallom.
This Shallom, not a name, not an identity tag, well all of those.
The twist being that it's a titular reference passed from ages past in the lineage of Heresus, an avatar of some sort.
From bloodlines of the very Adam himself to the house of Frezarus,
Lost it was but now found again in this fucking boy.
This he knew even before he was told, on this realm tho.
But Shallom is Derus and Derus is Shallom.
The world which he cometh from,
What has been laid in store for him,
Written in the volumes ages past,
What even the Chronicles of prophets and apostles said,
Far greater than Narnia,
This was his destiny.
He was born out of ordinariness,
Nothing special,
Him came a purpose with,
He's not drunk of the goblet of Akvavit yet,
He's not seen the Akter even,
His Chani was not born yet lmao.
Now his declaration of his name from his own lips,
He's stern affirmation of "I'm Shallom",
Every potential then hidden unlocked,
The gates went loose and the smugs, the goddamn smugs went loose.
The Shallom came here now,
Him was born already, almost fully grown.
Those who wait survived the great tribulations,
Therefore, never again will they suffer,
For the Shallom is here now.
He's not ready now, even with all powers activated.
It is not the wish of the Lord Sabaoth that every smug be destroyed,
But every one be entrenched to the supreme Heresus dynasty, hehe that too,
That every man and beast and creature live in peace, and security too.
Through the heir Shallom.
Back to the Present
"I'm Shallom" said the kid, who is called Derus.
"Yo Derus, it's time to go home". That's Borus, 13 years old now, interrupting further conversation with the supervisor, flanked by 10 year old Corvus
"Father's with the car, mom's cooking dinner tonight"
Yea y'all guessed right, 15 year old Arus with his signature stern visage.
Meanwhile kid Derus, 5 years old now reminiscing why in the hell he gave a name he's only heard in his dreams and visions as his name to a grown ass man.
Whatever it was, it smelt like his,
Felt like his,
It is his.
He is Shallom.
Him is the Shallom,
I'm Shallom.
For the feel he declared yet again "I'm Shallom".
Pen fucking out.
Appreciation
Credence to God the Creator,
Glory to his son our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, King of the Universe,
Praise to Holy Ghost for the inspiration of scriptures,
St Paul, St Luke and great biblical scholars,
Family and friends,
Team Hypeman strong,
WritersGrimm and illminds,
Fellow writers and my readers,
I love y'all so much,
Anticipate a sequel tho.
We out.
©️ Shallom
