Saturday, December 25, 2004

Upsilon: a Temptation.

Episode for Dec 24, 2004, Friday. “Why do make me choose?” asked Aguiluz. “I have already died. There’s no way for me to get back with Alwina.” “No,” Belzebuth replied. “Everyone here in Hell had to choose. But they made the wrong choice, so they wound up here. Angang refused to let go of her ties to her loved ones. Sakmal clung to the memory of the nine lives he squandered.” “But why do you offer me Alwina?” Aguiluz asked bitterly. “I’m only a soul now. It’s too late for us to be together.” Belzebuth shook his awful head. “That is where you are wrong,” he told the young hero. “I have the power to snatch her away from where she is now, so you two could live happily together. But you need additional knowledge before you can come to the right decision,” he said. “What additional knowledge do you mean?” “Before you can reach the future, you must know your past.” Then Belzebuth showed the Mulawin his past, beginning with his father’s death onward. His whole life passed before him like a reel of film unwinding. Now Belzebuth dared Aguiluz, saying, “Why should you care about the world when it gave you nothing but grief? Choose Alwina and live happily as normal and obscure people!” “I don’t believe you can do that,” Aguiluz said, refusing to be swayed. Then Belzebuth told him, “If you do not believe me, I shall give you a taste of what you will have if you choose Alwina.” He raised his hand, and what seemed like a swirling portal emerged from his open palm. It grew greater and greater in size, enveloping Aguiluz’s whole attention. Calling up all the boldness they could muster, the Perico king and the Scouts headed to town. “What do we do if they find us?” asked the youngsters. “Well,” said Dakdak, “well, damn, do I have to worry about that too?”
Kuwak and Tuka Kuwak and Tuka went in search for Bagwis and the others, asking each other for the way. At the same time, Dakdak and the Scouts were preparing to rescue the other Perico. The two groups happened upon the same spot in the wood and startled one another. Once again, the Ravena were met with skepticism and fear as they sought to express the purity of their purpose. Pagaspas had been skimming the air all night on his own. Just then, he returned and flew straight into his mother’s arms. “It’s Pagaspas!” Dakdak exclaimed. “Good thing you’re here, son!” said Tuka happily. “Tell them we’re telling the truth!” So Gus hooted urgently. Dakdak interpreted his words for Bianca and Procopio. “He says this is his mother and that they can be trusted,” he said. Lourdes was sitting by herself when Bagwis approached. “May I sit beside you?” he asked, and she motioned for him to do so. “Thank you for helping my brother, Habagat,” he said. “If that’s all I can do for him, I’m glad,” she replied. “He has been badly wounded. At first, Wis objected, but she’s so curious about medicine that she’s okay with it now. Bagwis, have you had a chance to see Alwina?” Bagwis looked at her solemnly. “Yes, I have been with her. Lourdes, Alwina has an important mission. If she fulfills it, we will all be saved. You will be proud of her, and I will be proud of her too.” “I have always been proud of her,” Lourdes told him. “And so am I,” he said. “I know Alwina’s true identity now. I am her father.” Lourdes looked into his eyes. So he already knew. “And Vultra…” “… is her mother, I know,” said Bagwis grimly. “Dakila told me everything. But Alwina doesn’t have a clue. What would she feel if she found out that her mortal enemy is her own mother?” “But Vultra wants to kill Alwina!” Lourdes said. “Bagwis, do something. She mustn’t kill her own daughter. I may not be her real mother, but if that happened to Alwina, it would kill me!” Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of their allies. Dakdak asked for assistance regarding the Perico, while Lourdes looked on suspiciously at Tuka and Kuwak. Bagwis knew what she was thinking. “It’s a long story,” he whispered in her ear, “but they can be trusted.” Behind the thicket, a Ravena sentinel was observing them. Aguiluz stood alone in a plain. It was not in the mountains. He was in the lowland. In the distance, he saw a flock of cattle grazing contentedly. The weather was fair, and everything seemed peaceful. This was not a dream; all of his senses were functioning. Everything was impressed upon them with acute realism. Yet, there was something very odd to it all. Then Alwina was calling for him. “Aguiluz!” she said. He turned to where the voice came from, and saw not Alwina the warrior in her combat gear, but a young and happy Alwina in plain house-clothes. She was standing outside a hut and minding her housework. Seeing her in the flesh once again, Aguiluz ran to her across the field and threw his arms around her. “I thought I’d never see you again,” he said. “What are you talking about?” she asked, puzzled. “You mean, since we saw each other earlier?” “Earlier?” “Yes! Before you left to drive cattle.” She then brought him inside the house and offered him some desert. Aguiluz watched her with disbelieving eyes. It was all so unreal, and yet he was there. “How long have we been here?” he asked. Alwina was thoughtful. “You know… I don’t remember,” she answered. “All I know is, we’ve always been like this.” He followed her outside where she was hanging clothes in the sun. “But don’t you miss our old friends, like Dakila and Bagwis?” he asked again. “Aguiluz, what’s happening to you?” she said. “Are you inventing names? We don’t know anyone with those names!” The hero frowned. She did not seem to remember anything about their former life. But he could. And as Aguiluz contemplated this mystery, he noticed a little boy standing beside him. The child stared at him with forlorn eyes. “Who are you?” asked Aguiluz. “Do you want some corn?” The boy ignored his offer. “I’m a lost soul,” he replied. “I don’t know where I’m going anymore.” Then he fled and Aguiluz ran after him. But the child disappeared. He told Alwina what he had seen, but she was as clueless about it as with everything else he had mentioned to her. Christmas Eve silently gave way to Christmas Day. While the rest of the population slept a troubled slumber at the holiest hour, Lourdes suddenly remembered the occasion. She was alone with little Wis in the forest. “We’ve been having so many problems that I forgot it’s Jesus’ birthday,” the woman said. “I wonder how Alwina is doing. I wish she’ll be happy this Christmas.” The child gave her a puzzled look. “What’s Christmas, Nanay Lourdes?” she asked. “Please tell me about it. Bird-men don’t have Christmas.” Indeed, the Mulawin still held the traditional beliefs of pagan natives in the archipelago, and God was still invoked by the name of Bathala among them. Dakila found Alwina by herself that night. “I’m just wishing on a star that I can complete my mission,” she said. “What star?” So she pointed it out to him. “No, that is not a star,” he told her. “That is the light coming from Avila. We will be there soon.” Alwina smiled. “Dakila, will you please tell me about Avila?” Bagwis and the bird-men were now gathered with Lourdes and the rebels. The latter solidly opposed her proposal to include the bird-men in their organization. “What, do you think we’re that stupid?” Rudy asked. “We may be stupid all right, but are we going to fall for that too? Don’t let those bird-men fool you, Lourdes!” She pleaded with them to listen to Bagwis, but it was in vain. Their argument was turning into a furious shouting match. All of a sudden, an array of red-feathered fiends was in the sky, firing away at them. The crowd fled in a panic as the Ravena sprayed them with bullets. Rudy was almost killed, but Bagwis defended him, then bade him lead the people to safety. Now, Procopio hurled a stone at a Ravena soldier, who then threw a punch across the lad’s face, and sank a blade into his abdomen. Bianca screamed as she watched her brother crumple on the grass, dying. The fragment from the Hiyas was not powerful enough to neutralize the blow. As if its power had left him, Procopio now transformed into the grown man that he really was. Bianca removed her own necklace and gave it to him, hoping that it would add to his failing strength if she did so. But it had no effect, and her own false youth left her. Dakdak saw them thus and rushed toward Bianca. “Why did you take off your necklace?” he cried. “Because I don’t want to live without my brother,” she told him weakly as her head fell back like a broken flower. The king cradled her in his arms and wept. “Don’t worry, Bianca,” he said. “You will live again when you reach the end of the rainbow, that place where the Perico go after death. There you will never grow old again!” Gabriel was alone once again in that familiar wood, facing the dark man. But this time, he could make out the stranger’s features more clearly. He had piercing round eyes, black streaks across his face, and red and black feathers. This was most certainly a Ravena; it could be no other. “When do you wish to go to Avila?’ asked Ravenum. The young man shook his head. “What do you want from me? You’re a Ravena!” Ravenum smiled faintly and raised his blackened hand as if to show him something. “Just make sure you reach Avila,” he replied, “then everything will be made plain to you… Sugo.” Gabriel woke from this recurring nightmare to see Estrella beside him. “I can’t sleep,” he told her. “I can’t sleep either while thinking of you,” she said sadly. He was perhaps the first man she had encountered for as long as she could recall since she was a girl. But Estrella was not afraid to come near him. She put her arms around Gabriel like a child seeking comfort. Gabriel reciprocated the gesture, still thinking on his dream and the mysterious personage summoning him. Bagwis turned to his wounded brother to put him out of harm’s way. Rasmus’ imposing figure turned up in their path. The Ravena king smelled blood. Here were the two main causes of his woes. With one he had competed for military supremacy; the other was his long-standing rival for the love of a woman. “The two biggest thorns in my chest,” he said to them. “It looks like I can pluck you out at the same time.” “Damn you, Rasmus,” Habagat said. “You’re the reason why this happened to me.” Rasmus smirked, saying, “That happened through your own fault, Habagat. It proves that your outward form is the same as the inner.” “You talk too much Rasmus,” Bagwis said, daring him to fight. Then the old rivals squared off and clashed arms. A fierce contest ensued, and neither seemed to have an edge over the other. Tuka and Kuwak were watching all the combat and debated whether to do something or not. Rasmus struck one more time upon Bagwis’ right hand, and the latter’s weapon came away. Then Rasmus let out a battle-cry and raised his arm to slay his rival.


Blogger asrai said...


the devil's name is BELZEBUTH!!!

p.s. that's the real name of the devil as i've read from some witch book in Powerbooks so I guess Mulawin has some Wicca reference too.

12/26/2004 01:31:00 PM  
Blogger South Rock said...

Okay, asrai, thanks. Where did you get the info? I thought it's from the Biblical name, Beelzebul ("Lord of the Damned").

Nice to know Mulawin viewers are really smart! :) Happy New Year! (Yeah, buhay si Aviona!)

12/27/2004 07:23:00 AM  
Blogger South Rock said...

Postscript to asrai:

If I’m not mistaken, the name is rendered as Belzebo in the Tagalog Bible. I don’t have it with me right now though. I used it because that’s what I thought I heard, and it seems to be the Spanish-Pilipino version of the name. Most scholars think the name means “Lord of the Flies” or “Lord of Dung.” LOL

12/27/2004 02:48:00 PM  
Blogger streetstopper said...

regarding the devil's name, here's more info. i hope this would be helpful.

12/27/2004 07:51:00 PM  
Blogger asrai said...


hehe :p
satan has a lot of name!

Beelzebub (aka: Beelzebuth, Belzebuth, Beelzeboul, Baalzebub, Belzebut, Belzeboub and Belzebud)

12/28/2004 01:30:00 PM  

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