A Paranormal Epic

Enter Julius Kros

What would you do for an eternity? I’ve always enjoyed the question. With stories like Highlander and The Picture of Dorian Gray, the idea of immortality was never so much fun to dabble into. Imagine seeing your friends and family live and die before your knees ever feel stiff from age – it’s like going through four dogs before the age of thirty – we’ve all experienced it, it’s just we think that it’s so grand to be so wise with age, and not die before the next century hits midnight, that romanticizing the idea seems more logical than savoring memories, like old retirees.

When I was a kid, I had a hunch that age had nothing to do with one’s wits and inability to do manual labor. I was half right. You see, I grew up with my grand parents who knew how to farm and carry a gun to defend their home. The idea of feeble old men weren’t much of a touchable concept for me, until I was introduced to the Retirement Homes of USA. In Asia, we take care of our elderly, and let them help our children grow. They only become incapable when they have nothing to do, but when do children ever allow you to sleep? On the other hand, I also knew elders who taught martial arts even when they seemed feeble. And they proved to me that you’re just more careful with your energy, and are more conscious on where you waste it. And so, I believed that age only catches up to you, if you stop loving yourself. And after enough statistics, the results of stress and loneliness lead to exactly just that.

But what if you kept living for centuries on end, what would you do with yourself? Would you build an empire and create cultures, or would you hop on the train and see life pass you by? After watching BBC2 for the past few weeks, I realize that the Georgian era of Britain is exactly what happened to us with the Great Depression and our online phenomenon: from the stock market to crowd funding campaigns, history will always repeat itself. And what will you do then? Would you help it repeat to rebuild an economic giant every century? Or would you just say, “To hell with life”?

Challenging the idea of hell, suppose one would hope for death? And death refused your passport into the afterlife. Needless to say, there could be a more illogical, but tempting alternative to make an interesting story. Perhaps one would worship their own ideal of happiness, regardless of how others may suffer, and take the eternity they were cursed with, and challenge Death himself?

I liked this concept. I liked him so much, I gave him a name well suited for the challenge: Kros, the immortal demon sorcerer. The idea was raw, but with a little bit of love and some monsters in his history, a proper villain can be made.

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