Outside Hell Read online

  Outside Hell

  by milo spires

  Please note that this book is purely the work of fiction, and the happenings plus those named in the book excluding Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himler, were simply created by myself to bring you this story. Some of the information regarding the German army were in fact true, such as the signing of the devil’s alliance between Adolf Hitler and Joseph Stalin, only they may not have been under the mind control of someone named Raffious at the time though? With Regards Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himler I’m sure when I say this that I highly doubt that they will take a grievance with me from the afterlife over portraying them as evil villains, because they were just that, sadistic and deeply disturbed evil villains.

  This book Outside Hell is copyrighted and I do not allow reproduction of this story, or copying it in anyway without my prior written consent. That being said though, should you be a movie star offering me billions for the rights, then maybe we can talk about it.

  The shack up in the mountains featured in this book does truly exist, and I found myself stumbling upon it once when I was on a snowboarding holiday with my brother. It was in the middle of nowhere and covered in deep snow, whilst being surrounded by a foreboding and seriously bleak pine forest. It did also have the Hugh Hefner’s playboy rabbit’s head that as I had approached, was faintly glowing back at me, and there were bikini women inside offering their services of sex for cash in their bedrooms; only it was in Bulgaria and not Romania.

  Preface

  Hello everyone I would just like to take this moment to tell you all why I decided to write this series of books, and to include priest’s, dragons, magic and Satan into them.

  As a child and at public school with our own priest, I had always relished deeply in medieval war stories, movies and sorcery. Then as I was growing up and with visiting Rome and having a passionate moment with a lady that had lasted a week out there, I realized the place was powerful. The beautiful statues, love in the air and the message of God was literally everywhere. Then after visiting the Vatican and coupled with my childhood interests, I created an idea that vampires were formed from those Roman’s who’d been directly responsible for Christ’s death.

  I have also an interest in the Second World War, and the twisted dark happenings that went on behind the lines under the control of Adolf himself. The rumors that he might have evaded death and could have been living somewhere in secret, whilst still carrying out his sadistic experiments had caught my curiosity. Then with it and my love for vampires and magic, plus medieval times, with their impressive castles and fortified ramparts, plus the gladiator Spartacus and his rise to power, plus the might of the Roman legions with their battle formations, these books were formed.

  I hope you enjoy them and look forward to writing the next in the series too.

  Milo Spires

  *****

  Foreword

  By

  William Pattison, aka Eric Morse

  Author of The Camp Crystal Lake Novels

  and Psychotic State: The Novel

  I had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of Milo Spires when my book editor Kathy Ree invited me to join Milo’s Facebook group, The Crypt.

  Soon after Milo did me the honor of allowing me a free preview of his first novel, Vampire Uprising. It was upon reading that first book of his that I was introduced to the fantastic and dark world Milo has created. There have been plenty of books about vampires and werewolves at war with each other, but Milo expands upon this and adds the forces of magic, Heaven and Hell, and even modified Nazi supermen to this vast arena.

  He has created an epic tale that spans centuries and realms of reality that continues in his sequel book, Entering Hell, and will be further expanded in this current installment, Outside Hell. This book series is a hybrid that combines horror, fantasy, and science fiction, and does so seamlessly.

  I have not seen this caliber of writing since Brian Lumley’s Necroscope and Blood Brothers series of books. This is the type of series that you jump into with a bestial, primal hunger only to find yourself wanting more. Be ready for twists and turns that will make you dizzy with excitement. This is a ride you don’t want to miss…

  I will leave you now in the hands of Milo Spires and his incredible creations.

  Outside Hell

  by milo spires

  Chapter 1 – Eldor in The Valstrath Realm

  Dracus the bowman, a title that befell him later in life, was from a planet called Eldor, a place that’s five thousand light passes away, and only reachable using magic portals, due to it being an equal distance, to five trillion light years away from The Earth.

  Surrounding it and so close that you could see the inhabitants on the other worlds by looking up through a pale blue sizzling atmosphere, three other planets circled its orbit.

  Those planets were Roal, Trius and Sarhl. All of similar size to Eldor, and exactly the same in their marvelous and stunningly divine beauty.

  The history of the planets was that they’d been created by a god called Lianor and she’d left them to exist and grow plentifully from the extreme cold, and encroaching darkness of space.

  Eldor was ruled by king Rasviult and his beautiful wife queen Siarui who ensured that through their ruling, the people were always happy, and in turn always looked after their world, that Lianor had entrusted to them.

  Its lands had beautiful breathtaking snow capped mountains to the west of their castle, and also rich pasturelands and lush meadows down in the valleys, that the villagers grew crops in.

  The king and queens’ castle, called Leanorisque Castle, looked like Machu Picchu, the lost city of the Incas when it appears to simply float there shrouded in deep mist, only and by King Rasviult’s extreme magic, a gift from Lianor, the castle with its impressive towers, armed guards, massive draw bridges and heavily fortified ramparts, did.

  Then a mile below the brightly burning huge rock asteroid that was parked out in space by Lianor, so that life could exist, the Changalk people in numerous timber villages lived.

  By day a spell would be cast and then a huge set of stone steps would appear rolling downwards, carved into deep rock for the people to come and go by.

  Then to the rear and as the huge portcullis opened, a steep pathway would also appear that the gallant knights living in the castle with their breathtaking armor on, would use to charge their trusty steeds down into the forests to hunt from.

  The daily food usually, and if they were successful in their search through the woods for it, would consist of wild Boar, Biodorph beasts, or Cryotiercks. The meat from these creatures when it was hung on a spit in an open fire tasted divine, and was worth the risks because it was utterly mouthwatering. Only to catch these Rhino sized creatures took a magnitude of extreme balls, and then from their vicious tusks that were several inches in length, and their segmented and razor sharp claws that were harder than rock, an armored knight had to be careful. He could easily find himself failing to kill the beast, and then in return for his error, receiving a heinous death too.

  Then across to the side of the castle on a separate mountain, high up above and away from the broad base of the villager’s homes, and hidden in its craggy face, a cave sat, that was home to the forty feet tall Jahunti witches.

  Their history was always shrouded in mist too, and even the king and queen had trouble through their ancestral writings of locating the exact time when they’d appeared.

  These witches were seriously scary to look at though and had blank veiny heads that had no eyes, and their arms were ten feet in length, with four sets of eyes in them. The first being in the top of their bony hands, that just looking at it induced extreme vomiting, whilst the others were further up the arms and usually covered by rags.

  T
he average life of a person in Eldor was of a thousand years, and throughout most people’s experiences, in that time the witches were hardly ever seen, let alone caused any problems.

  This was the reason that the king who shared a word with them once every fifty or so years, had decided as they’d seemed to be no threat to his ruling, that he’d leave them be.

  Only one day, Queen Siarui had fallen out with them in a big way.

  She’d reason to pay them a visit as her people living below the castle were growing sick with a strange disease, and no matter what the spells were that either she or the king had summoned, they’d been strangely powerless to make it leave.

  So taking fifty knights with her and by magic, she’d flown across to the witches mountain to discuss if they might have knowledge of the diseases origin, but was grossly and extremely ungraciously received.

  The witches had furiously stormed out of their cave in their bluish grey rags that were flapping violently even though there was absolutely no wind, and then as their unearthly shrill screams had oscillated past her, tearing into the valley and shaking the windows of the castle a mile away, they’d blasted her with magic.

  As the force had blown into her, she’d been sent sprawling backwards over the edge of the cliff and found herself hurtling downwards into the village below.

  Then as she’d seen that within seconds she was about to be impaled upon timber posts, Queen Siarui who was wild with fury, then thrust her hands out in front of herself, and forced an extreme shaft of lightening into the ground beneath. Afterwards she’d raised herself up from the force of the lightening, until she was level again with the cave entrance.

  Only as she’d reached it, she’d found to her horror that her knights who were standing there with her only moments before, were now on their knees and clutching their throats, having great difficulty to breath.

  Queen Siarui in response then tried blasting the witches with an intense force of lightening, but they’d laughed and as they’d opened their massive arms consuming its energy, they’d closed them again and reversed it back at her.

  Then as she’d ducked its extreme force, the mountain had rumbled and huge rocks had suddenly appeared from above that were charging down its face towards her.

  A moment had past and then as she’d dived out of the way, she’d again been racked with horror that day, because one of the villages had been in the boulders paths.

  So waving her hand about her waist, her magic had exploded the rocks into fine dust, but the witches had expected this and beforehand they’d cursed the rocks.

  The queen had been unaware that the dust as it had fallen softly onto the village beneath, would then a day later be responsible for the deaths of everyone in it. They’d breathed in the dust and were racked with massive pain before spurting out blood and dying before her.

  The knights had succumbed to the Jahunti witches lethal powers too, and even by queen Siarui’s magic, they’d never reached the sanctity of the castle walls before their final death rattles had begun.

  Then in response the king who was furious tried his magic, only he’d found to his horror that as he’d tried to collapse the mountain on them, the mountain never moved.

  His powers weren’t as strong as the Jahunti witches either.

  Chapter 2 – Eldors’ Past

  After the king of Eldor and his queen had issued war against the Jahunti witches, and as the knights had armed themselves with magic spears, and the battle arrangements were being made, suddenly the skies had turned fiercely dark.

  Whether the Jahunti witches had summoned it, or whether it was by sheer coincidence that a huge ominous black mass had formed out in space, no one knew at that stage. Only what they did know was that all of the natural light from their god Lianor’s burning asteroid, was suddenly masked beneath it.

  Then as a bolt of lightening had torn down from it and seconds later struck the land viciously, sending up massive clouds of dust and rocks into the air, suddenly the silhouette of a being was seen. He’d stepped out from the lightening and to their deep misery, found out later that his name was Vrakug the destroyer.

  He was dressed in all black with long shoulder length dark hair that was blowing around him as if he’d had his head out of a car window. Then as he’d turned to look across at them, his face was that of the pallor of death, and his eyes were sunken deep into his grizzly mask, showing no reflection from the pupils either.

  Then as he’d stood there grinning, in his hands he was holding some kind of orb that was the size of a football, and seemed alive and empowering him as it had glowed various different shades of fierce red.

  Then as he’d walked forwards the orb had suddenly sent out massive beams of red energy into his chest, dropping him to his knees in the dirt. A second had past and then from his eyes that had closed, when they’d opened again, instead of being dark they were the same fierce shade of red as the orb.

  Vrakug then craned his head back and as his eyes looked up into the darkness above, suddenly huge beams of red came out from them that flew up viciously into the sky, and were consumed in its eerie darkness.

  A second past and then as the light had vanished restoring his dark eyes once more to their sinister look; he’d stood up and then raised the orb above his head, blasting more rays of energy down into him.

  Then when the orb had faded, he’d lowered it down to his waist and walked forwards looking up at the castle that was shrouded in mist and floating a mile above him.

  The king had looked down at him from its ramparts and heard him scream back at him that he was there for the planet and the castle, and was about to wage war.

  He’d also turned to look across at one of the villages to his side, and then held out his hand and a huge beam of red light had literally consumed it. Then as he’d lowered his hand, the king who was now furious seeing his people killed, then held his hands out and blasted Vrakug.

  Intense fire roared out of his hands and blasted Vrakug. Only when the king had stopped and then lowered his hands, Vrakug was still there and laughing up at him.

  Then turning to his men at arms he’d given them the order to attack, but as the knights had charged down, Vrakug had blasted them with rivers of red energy and they’d vanished.

  They’d been protected by the king’s magical armour too, and were carrying swords that were so sharp you’d have felt searing pain by just looking at them. One hundred knights who were viciously trained in the art of combat, and horses that were so big you shit yourself just seeing them charging at you, were vaporized into thin air.

  The king’s magical armour had done nothing and was useless, yielding no protection at all from Vrakug’s evil powers.

  Then with no knights left, the villagers having witnessing their friends dying in the other village that was consumed only moments before, then grabbed their pitchforks and blades ready to battle Vrakug. Only the king doubting that they’d be successful had waived his hand across two of the five villages and their doors were instantly locked, stopping them from leaving. Then the other villagers consisting of more than a hundred who’d ran across the dirt towards Vrakug, when they were hit by the evil blast, they were vaporized too.

  Vrakug with his evil grin then turned once more to look up at the king towering in the mist above him, and laughed. He’d demanded that the king surrender his castle immediately, and then said that if he didn’t, the last two villages would be vaporised too.

  King Rasviult who was then joined by his wife queen Siarui on the ramparts responded. Taking her hand they’d combined their powers, and then threw down a massive searing bolt of energy, that was several times bigger than the king had thrown before. Only as it hit Vrakug, again he was unaffected by it.

  Vrakug looked back up at them and then grinned.

  Then after both parties had blasted each other several times with their massive bolts of energy, finally King Rasviult’s energy had faded so much that he could do no more. He’d collapsed and then as he’d let
his wife’s hand slip out of his, he’d fell heavily against the ramparts wall.

  Vrakug who was standing there with glowing red hands, readying himself to send more blasts up at them, then lowered his fists and laughed.