Yeah, OK I am going to do this as kindly as possible…
I really think people’s notions of what, or who Merlin is have become skewed by that awful BBC show, as well as the rather New Age Marion Zimmer Bradley notion of Arthurian Legend which seems to have become for too many people, a touchstone for this topic.
But yes, many sources such as here, for example, tell the tale of how Merlin’s mother was seduced by the Devil. Simply Googling the phrase “Merlin son of the Devil” provides many hits on this topic. In fact that is the source I used for the first part of The First Technomancer. All I did was move it out of Europe, and back even further in time.
I’m more amazed that more people don’t seem to be aware of it…
Does it not then make sense that um, matters of Biblical import would come into play within a story dealing with who, or what “Merlin” truly is? Surely The One God (and his shade) might have some interest in Merlin, as well as his purpose? I mean being the son of an expelled archangel and all surely might motivate God to keep an eye on him… just saying…
I’m not gonna say anything more than this, as I can’t be responsible for other people’s limited view of history or legend. Though, once again, this has proven to me that I should remain true to my instincts when it comes to my own writing, and storytelling.
Oh, never mind the whole Holy Grail aspect of Arthurian Legend… naturally these things will crossover into Biblical ideas. How could they not?
Links of interest…
Zero AKA Zero Hour
Chapter 1. Oubliette
We stand in the city, on the edge of forever. All our hopes, and dreams meet at this moment, entering a meridian of choice over an abyss. Go left, or go right? Time will turn regardless of how we choose, but we better make sure that our choice is what should be, rather than what our greedy temporal desires would make it be. Beyond what we want out of it all, ours is a dying race, cast aside by a fickle Master who made us It’s tools. As we Ikamex Lords pass from this world, what is it we shall leave as our legacy for those who shall rise in our wake?
– Lord Orii Vuul, President of the Counsel of Ikamex
[August 12, 10,000.109 Years in the future]
Today was not a normal day, for on this day a world ended, and a monster was slain, but as she opened her violet eyes Sitara was quite unaware of the significance, of what would be to her a far off, not yet as written future day.
Eyes heavy, Sitara wondered if she had been drugged. Her last memory had been walking the corridors of Zarhur Station with her husband, and then here she was, apparently knocked out, placed on board what she thought to be a space ship, because her delicate oval Falcanian ears made out the clear sound of technology, beeps and blips, as well as the feeling of a vessels engine bending space all around her, making a bubble of warped space. Sitara knew space craft. Long before her political career, she used to design them for her father’s empire.
“You’re awake… good.”
Sitara did not gasp at the bald human, enrobed in green leather, who leaned on a staff. Instead, she studied him, noted the blue tattoo which decorated the right side of his face. “You’re an Arclayht Warlock,” she stated. “But you’re human?” That didn’t compute. Arclayht Warlock’s existed only among her people. The order was very zealous about guarding such technology. This bald man, with his white goatee clearly lacked Falcanian wings.
That made Sitara blink, that bit of biographical information reminded her of something… mythological. A rather sinking feeling overcame her. Sitara asked: “Are you responsible for bringing me here?”
“No, I’m as much at a loss as you are. I was off on my way to speak with the King – “
He spoke in a very modern dialect, yet slightly unplaceable accent. The absurd notion of who she was talking to began to bloom in Sitara’s mind. “May I ask your name?”
“Pardon me child,” The emerald robed figure offered his free hand, grinned, sure his name would illicit a reaction from the girl. “You can call me Merlin.”
“Merlin,” Sitara said. “I am Sitara Drakonis-LaSalle. President of the Commonwealth of Allied Worlds. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” More so, if he proved to be who he claimed to be. “I assume, its Merlin, as in the wizard, King Arthur and all that?” Hard not to sound just a bit skeptical. Sitara had to use her best diplomatic expression to not break into hysterical laughter. Surely this would all prove to be an elaborate prank?
“Yes.” Merlin affirmed. “Nor are you the first Falcanian I’ve ever met.” He grinned, and a devilish expression overcame his face, like he could not hold back a fact which he knew. “I’ve actually heard of you before Sitara.”
CAW’s chief executive raised an eyebrow.
“Your sister Kheira and I, we’re,” in a relationship, he thought, but said. “Its complicated.”
“Kheira…” Sitara bit her lower lip. “Is this perhaps her doing? Blinking around time, and dropping us here? It doesn’t seem her style.”
“I agree, Kheira enjoys a show, and she likes to let you know who has the power.” Merlin agreed. “Before I woke up here, I remember seeing a flash of silver, a warning telegraphed from my owl Vrroch. It happened too fast. Wherever we are, I can’t even summon my father to help. You should know, that is a fact I find most disturbing.” Even to talk of it, Merlin looked highly worried. “Though not omniscient, Iblis Jinn tends to keep a watchful eye on his favorite son.”
“Hello!” Sitara called out.
No one responded.
“I vote, we take a walk.”
“The cabin is locked.” Merlin informed.
President Sitara Drakonis-LaSalle pushed the button anyway.
The door opened.
“After you, my intrepid wizard.”
Hefting his staff, Merlin strode out into the hallway. “Eerily silent.” He pulled tiny white marbles from a pouch, closed his fist around them, and threw what looked to be a powder down the corridor. “Probes, they’ll let me cover more ground.”
“Yes I’ve seen that trick before.” Sitara said.
“There are at least three other living creatures on this vessel. Hard to say of what nature.”
“Whoever our captor is, they want us to walk about. To herd us, wherever they want us at. I don’t like it.” Sitara told Merlin, aware she lacked all defense, but for her pincer tail, and tri-claw boots. A blade or gun would prove most helpful now.
OK, I had to write this down, as I had the scene in my head. It’s not even the full scene, I have not gotten to the part where I introduce Zero, there are also a few more beings present other than Merlin, and Sitara, though honestly I have not selected who they are just yet – that’s not strictly true, the time period was chosen for a reason, as Zero is ‘recruiting’ one a being for this little excursion. And who, the nature of this being is entirely dependent upon which time period, in my overlapping universe this man comes from…
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An odd, and most unexpected reproach arose from a crowded area where villagers had gathered to witness a neighbor’s troubles that had suddenly become a public spectacle due to the struggle involved in the problem at hand.
“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done.”
Merlin cast a wary glance at his lover. “The bishop does not care for me -”
“That invocation is not for your sake, Merlin my love, look there.”
“I know that man. Carec -”
“Yes, but my love look with your other vision.” Kheira whispered. “Don’t you see it?”
The wizard gasped. “A Vril!”
Kheira nodded. Unseeable, but for those with the right power, a broken winged shadow clung to the human Carec. All sorts of obscenities spouted from out of its mouth and were telephoned through the man’s voice to be heard by all. The Lord’s Prayer grated on its very substance causing it to fight harder, even as it was being compelled to exit the lowly mortal it stole essence from and on whose back it now clung. From what Merlin and his lover could tell the fallen Seraph seemed diminished,its inner light flickered, like an incandescent bulb about to blow out. “A cast out most likely.”
“Probably,” agreed Merlin, “but its wounded.”
“The bishop looks to have the matter in hand.” Kheira grabbed hold of Merlin as he moved to act. “The prayer is doing its work. Let the priest exorcise that man.”
“But I can help.”
“To be a demon slayer is not why you’re here.” Kheira’s voice became small, meant for only his ears to hear her words. “For what you desire to do, to make here in this land, you cannot afford to run afoul of the Church. Let them do the work which they were intended for.” She added. You need the bishop and his priesthood, because they must legitimize what you create. Your king must be anointed by God to rule. Your magic has its place,” she nodded at the bishop who poured holy water onto Carec. “Demon slaying is their job.”
Merlin relented. For no other but Kheira would he have backed down.
More, a substantial scene from The First Technomancer. Its nearly here, that is I’ve almost reached the end of the story. Only a few more scenes to complete.
An orange dawn rose over the moor.
Out of his hovel, a cave covered in moss and lichen at the edge of the forest stirred the wizard, who clutched his staff, his favored weapon as he went to find out what all the commotion was about. Lately, since returning, he did not get enough sleep. Though they thought him a madman, it never prevented anyone from seeking out his help. Either for things which seemed out of the ordinary, or curatives for many an ailment. When he’d first come to this land, he’d even helped Vortigern with his little dragon problem. In retrospect, he should have let the beasts eat him.
Often he wondered if he did too much. The wizard had restrained himself, not handing over technology. He never held them back however, he did nudge though wherever he felt they might go off a righteous pathway.
The boy, a child of nine ran, his call held both fear and wonderment at whatever he had beheld out there on the marshland. “Master. A monster upon the moor!”
“What Newt?” Asked the wizard.
“A red bull. Its eyes filled with fire.”
The wizard blinked. “A red bull you say?”
“Yes master. Its true, I saw it myself. Our animals are -”
“Very well Newt,” said the wizard, a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Go back to your farm. I’ll see to this red bull.”
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