Well, we’ve always known the story would eventually have to come to an end. Though it isn’t something I say lightly, ending the saga of King Asilas is happening right on schedule. During the pandemic, I contemplated stretching the series out to nine seasons, but I changed my mind when I realized I would be diluting a very rich story. I figured there will be ways to keep the King Asilas world alive past the ultimate destruction promised by Revelations. For now, however, I need to stick to the script and end this show the only way it can be done: in EPIC fashion.
So, where does this story conclude? In some ways, the story ends at Armageddon. But in other ways, it continues on long after King Asilas and everyone around him dies. How is this possible? It’s been written that when the Alpha Omega returns to earth, judgment would befall mankind (the living and the dead). From there, a thousand year rule sweeps over the earth, with a Holy theocracy headed by the Christ himself. This idea is largely believed and accepted as Gospel by theologians and Christians worldwide. But what no one has asked (at least no one I am aware of) is what happens after the thousand year rule? Without spoiling the story, I can tell you my imagination lives in the possibilities of “after the thousand year rule.” In fact, if you haven’t figured this out by now, the story is being told by a narrator that isn’t connected to anyone (at least, none we are aware of). Have you noticed the narrator always tells the story in the past tense?
A couple of years ago, I attempted to address this seemingly out of place aspect of the show. How can the narrator be telling the story in the past tense? Simple. The story already happened. So, that means the narrator is in the future. In the short film (that was never produced) titled “The Narrator,” I had intended to bring this aspect to light for King Asilas fans. However, on the advice of others in my circle, I decided against it since there were too many pieces missing to the puzzle and the movie would likely only make sense to fans of the show. So I shelved the idea and will revisit it later.
Which brings me to where this leaves the King Asilas story. I have already produced one film based in the King Asilas world (The Beggar) and am working on a feature film about the king himself. This new movie, titled “Eviscerate,” will feature some familiar characters from the show including Lords Capone and Jackson, Nabal, Queen Rebekah and others. It is, by far, the biggest production I have personally ever overseen. It’s going to be incredible. But this is also one of the major reasons the show has to conclude. In order for me to produce more films (and perhaps even a web series), I will need to dedicate a lot of time and resources. Therefore, producing an audio drama of this caliber cannot be done without dedicating a lot of time to it. There simply isn’t enough time to do all of it.
This may or may not be comforting to die hard fans of the show, but rest assured I am nowhere being done with King Asilas. In fact, I will be producing a season 7 of the show with L.A. Bonet. However, it will be a flashback season, where it is narrated by Princess Monica and the story centers around her. Many of the familiar characters will appear in that season (including the king) because it takes place during the season 1 and season 2 timeline. This seventh season is still in the embryonic stage as I write this blog, so much can change from now to then. At least, fans of the show will know it really isn’t over. From from it.
As for the storyline itself, I have spent much more time on this season than previous ones. Why? It has to end in the most dramatic, epic, memorable way possible. I have really challenged myself as a writer and voice actor to make this final season the best in the world. I have no intention of disappointing the fans of the show. An absolutely incredible ending is my promise.
I met John Doby right as I was beginning to put together the first season of “The Rise of King Asilas.” He had answered an ad I placed looking for voice actors. I asked him a lot of questions. Not because I was oblivious to the acting world, but because I wanted to find the perfect role for him to play on the show. As we talked, it became clear his natural personality could fit “Quintin Capone,” the king’s best friend and confidant. Later on, John and I became friends in real life. We often talked on the phone because he lived in New Jersey and I live in Baltimore. In time, we came up with the idea that he could put his filmmaking skills to good use by filming a short movie based on the audio drama. It was John who actually gave me the idea that I could make a short movie, and this basically changed my life.
My wife and I made a trip to New Jersey a couple of years ago. John and I had collaborated on a short script titled “The Ordo” and we would spend a few days filming it in Keyport. It’s a neat little town and my wife and I took a few extra days to go just up the road to NYC. It was great to spend some time with John (and Lynn Spencer). I felt we bonded a little more and we became better friends as a result. But the film “The Ordo” never actually made it to the final edit stage. John was working on, as he put it, “his life’s work.” He had been putting together a feature film titled “Again.” It’s a sci-fi thriller about a man who brings his dead daughter back to life. The project was years in the making and remains unfinished.
I believe John rather enjoyed playing the role of Quintin Capone because it allowed him to indulge in his crazy fantasies of power and excess. In that regard, John and I found many commonalities. We both had fun portraying the characters we played on the show, and were both amused by people who took the story way too seriously. Sometimes people went after us on Twitter and Reddit, criticizing us–as if we really were like the characters we played. We were two peas in a pod when it came to those who took the storyline of the show a little too far. In the end, I can honestly say there are many things we agreed on and things we didn’t agree on. But where we thought differently, we found reason to pause.
When I heard the news of John Doby’s passing, I was in total shock. My first reaction was to call Steve Fisher (Lord Jeremy Oreb). We both sat on the phone, struggling to process the news. It was a sobering moment for us both: realizing our own mortality, reliving the fun moments in the show, thinking about the years ahead. We both agreed we should never take a day for granted and promised we would speak more often. You never know when someone is snatched from your life. I never got a chance to say good bye to my friend, John. I just took it for granted that I would call him when I finished writing the scripts. But I didn’t get to.
My last communications with John was a text message. I was trying to get him to sign on to our Patreon so he could see my first short movie. I knew he had been busy filming his own movie. I knew this because I saw his postings on Facebook. He texted me back. His final words to me were “Awesome. Congrats! I’ll check it out.” But he wouldn’t get that chance. He was dead two days later.
If I could say one final thing to John, I would say, “I love you, brother.” But something inside me says he knew this. He knew this because whenever he needed a favor, whenever he was feelings down, whenever he was lost in his chaotic life, he would call me. I would be there for him. He knew he could count on me. He knew I was a true friend who never judged him, who never criticized him for his faults or flaws. I accepted him as he was. And I pray God will accept him in Heaven. “Goodbye, my brother. Until we meet again on the other side.”
Like his king, the military was the only life Jeremy Oreb ever wanted. Long before he became a Lord on the High Council and one of King Asilas’s closest confidants, he was an officer in the United States Army. Oreb would eventually become a General and even strategized with General Asilas during the Civil War. However, much of his personal life remained enigmatic until the king inquired about his past. To his surprise, it was revealed Oreb’s personal life was devoid of passionate love. Little information surfaced in terms of personal relationships. So, the king met with Oreb at the Grand Terrace late one evening to press him on details of his personal life. Finally, some juice trickled from the hardened Oreb.
“Sir, the truth is I did love a young woman once—when I was a captain stationed in Iraq during the recon missions throughout the Middle East, years before the Civil War. I met someone during that time. She was much younger than me.” Oreb spoke hesitantly, as if reliving the lost love. He sighed deeply saying, “Her name was Yasmine.”
“That’s a pretty name,” Asilas replied. “What became of Yasmine?”
Oreb paced a few steps and reached for the bottle of whiskey on the outdoor bar on the Grand Terrace. Sunset was approaching and he could feel Asilas’s mind tugging for specifics of his relationship with Yasmine. The king leaned back, relaxed, and puffed on his cigar. His eyes were like slits as he focused on every word Oreb spoke.
“It was a forbidden love affair, sir,” Oreb said nervously, taking a long swig of his whiskey. “Yasmine was arranged to be married to a second cousin. But I couldn’t help myself, and apparently she couldn’t either, so we fell in love. I wanted to be with her every chance I got. But I knew the more I was with her, the more dangerous the situation became. For her. For me.”
The king sat up straight, put his cigar down on his ash tray and folded his arms. “I take it Yasmine eventually married her second cousin?”
“Well, yes. Eventually she did.” Oreb said as he looked down at his feet.
“But that’s not half the story, is it Jeremy?” The king replied with a giant grin, tightening his folded arms.
“Well, no. At the same time I was seeing Yasmine, I was also seeing another woman named Hamida. She was a widow and lived on the other side of the city. I thought them being so far apart, there was literally no chance they would ever know each other.”
“And yet, they did.” The king said with a slight chuckle.
Oreb finished his drink and walked back over to the bar and poured himself some more. He stood at the bar with his back to the king for a few moments, looked up into the sky and sighed loudly. “My king, I was a fool. A fool in love. And fools do stupid things.”
“How did they find out about each other?” The king pressed, standing up to walk over to his friend, who appeared on the edge of lamenting.
“That will always be a mystery to me, sir. All I know is I really thought having Hamida would help me with the pain of letting Yasmine go. It wasn’t like I wanted to play two women. But I couldn’t have Yasmine. Her parents, the culture—they would never allow it. So, I had Hamida, who was a widow with two children, to crutch my eventual heartbreak. But it didn’t play out like I hoped.”
The king stepped closer to Oreb, who still had his back to him at the bar. Finally, standing next to Oreb, he took a glass and poured himself some whiskey. “A love triangle never ends well, Jeremy. Especially when the parties involved get caught off guard.”
“Hamida went to Yasmine’s house. It turned out she was the sister of the woman in charge of organizing Yasmine’s wedding. They were friends of the family somehow.”
“Now, that is a stroke of some serious bad luck.” The king acknowledged and poured more for himself and Oreb.
Oreb gulped a big shot and slammed the glass on the bar. He turned around and gazed into the murky gardens below. A deep, dark, red hue hung over the shadows covering the grounds of the garden. “Hamida went to the house and managed to get Yasmine alone. They told each other what they knew about me and Hamida confronted me about everything the next day when I went to see her.”
The king chuckled loudly, which made Oreb uncomfortable. “What exactly did she say to you?”
“She called me a pig. A lying, filthy American with no morals.” Oreb paused and sighed loudly again, placing his hands over his face. “I never felt so small in my life. She was right. I was a pig. A selfish pig—only concerned with my own feelings.”
The king stopped chuckling. “And a woman in an arranged marriage in that culture, risking her life to be with you, her sneaking around isn’t worth criticizing? Or a woman whose husband’s body was barely cold and buried running around with an American captain—none of that is selfish, right?”
“Sir, I know you want to spin this so I feel less dirty about what I did, but believe me I learned my lesson. That’s why I stayed single all this time since then. I don’t deserve love. I am a selfish pig!”
“You punish yourself for an indiscretion and those other women moved on with their lives? How is that remotely fair? You should have moved on with your life, Jeremy. You should have married someone and had a family. Instead, you carry around this giant stone tied around your neck. You are a human being. You made mistakes, but you move on. You grow from them and you learn to love again.” The king said as he put his hand on Oreb’s shoulder in an affectionate manner.
“I learned later that Yasmine’s virginity came into question. Her husband wanted to annul the marriage, but she got pregnant right away. I think the husband always suspected something wasn’t right and I heard he mistreated her long after. Then, her husband was murdered. I am not sure why he was killed.”
“So, that’s why you carry so much guilt around. You feel responsible for Yasmine’s misfortune.”
“Hamida, too. She was mostly an outcast and no man would marry her. She became bitter and mistreated her two sons until they were old enough to run away from her and join a terrorist group. Both were killed in subsequent battles with American and Iraqi troops.”
The king finally let go of Oreb’s shoulder. “You sure kept detailed tabs on these women.”
“There is so much pain I caused and so much guilt I carry inside me, sir. I could never let myself poison another person again. I feel I am cursed. That’s why I am such a devout Christian now. That’s why I will follow you to the end of the earth, sir. I believe in our cause with all my might. This is how I can repay my debt and undo the ills of my past.” Oreb lamented with tears in his eyes, which glistened in the brightening moon at the fall of night.
The king replied in a very solemn tone, “Jeremy, everyone has a destiny. Those women met their fate as it was written for them. You are not responsible for their fate. It would have happened even if you never met them.”
Oreb, barely able to speak, replied shakily, “But it was me, sir. I was the one in their lives. Their fate was triggered by my actions. And I accept that. I also accept what you say about destiny. Perhaps at the end of the day, their misfortunes were what triggered my fate as well.”
“It seems like it all is connected somehow, Jeremy. Everything happens for a reason. And the reason is likely not something we are meant to understand.” The king answered, walking back to his chair and sitting back down. He picked his cigar back up and lit it anew.
Oreb paused and walked to the edge of the terrace, placing his hands on its thick rails. “Well, sir, of this I think we are in total agreement—because there is so much I think we are incapable of remotely understanding. Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?” The king said as he puffed the cigar until a plume of smoke covered his face in the dark, which engulfed them both by that point.
Oreb watched Asilas puff his cigar. The orange cinder smoldered in front of the shadowy figure of his king. “These events in our lives compel us to do things we otherwise would never naturally do. We have been nudged by the universe to go the path we are on—whether we like it or not.”
“Asilas was involved in black ops government projects that crossbred humans with the alien Drax race to produce hybrid humanoids that could survive in the realm of the Drax and essentially be blood factories.”
Abigail Sierra was on track to become the most powerful Spartan in Asilas’s army. So powerful, in fact, that she could have been the one to overthrow Asilas himself. He figured this out through a series of dreams, omens, and probing the young girl’s mind over the course of her training as a Spartan soldier. He forgo his plans to make her the premier Knight Spartan and savior of humanity –even as he held out hope she would change her perspectives and align herself with spiritual philosophies he subscribed to. However, she never showed any interest in religion and was too headstrong to be convinced there was a divine being, a God, a creator, and overseer of humankind, and thus she limited herself in particular areas of training that involved heightened consciousness and awareness in the universe. Abigail never wanted to be a “believer” in God or divine creation, and no amount of discourse with the king would or could change her mind.
Asilas’s plans for Abigail began from her birth. Her conception was part of a secret hybrid project that began long before Asilas became king. As a General in the army and a high ranking member of the Ordo, a very secret and powerful group of elitists that participated in occult rituals, Asilas stood with members of the Ordo as representatives of mankind as they hashed out alliances with alien races and manipulated governments around the world. Asilas was involved in black ops government projects that crossbred humans with the alien Drax race to produce hybrid humanoids that could survive in the realm of the Drax and essentially be “blood factories.” The Drax never paid much mind to Asilas, as he was seen as merely a human slave. However, some in the hierarchy of the Ordo were not immune to his abilities or persuasion and, over time, he was able to use his secret abilities to smuggle hybrid babies out of underground laboratories dotted around the United States. Each hybrid baby had human and Drax DNA, but were essentially human. The hybrids would later become his Spartan army because they were immensely more powerful both physically and mentally than pure humans. Asilas had a partner in this scheme –his former army comrade Quintin Capone, who had become a high ranking administrator in the New York City Public School System and eventually became its Chancellor. Capone used his position in the school system to place these hybrid children in schools with foster parents who were paid a monthly stipend to care for them and raise them as their own children.
The Lemuria Connection
Abigail was different than any other Spartan soldier. Her Drax DNA did not come from a Drax warrior; it came from Lemuria, a princess of the Drax High Order. Lemuria was the most powerful Drax on planet earth. Her Drax Lords seldom ventured to earth and preferred to reside in other interdimensional domains –leaving Lemuria as the sole ruler in the human domain. Lemuria used her own DNA to create clones of a special Drax warrior named “Russel” and created an elite guard to protect her while she dwelled on earth after the death of the Drax prince who proceeded her. With her DNA in the Russel clones, she could not only control each one, she could sense everything they sensed –so long she was within 99 miles of any of them.
Fortunately for Asilas and Abigail, Lemuria and the Drax tended to stay in cold regions, such as the northern and southern poles ,and remained as far from human activity as possible. Asilas was assigned to oversee the Drax elite guard cloning project out of sheer chance and had access to Lemuria’s DNA samples. He smuggled one sample out and created one hybrid baby from it. That baby was Abigail.
This was one of the reasons Abigail’s limitations frustrated Asilas to the point of exhaustion. Although he knew she held the key to become the greatest Spartan warrior on the entire planet, he also knew her unwillingness to receive God into her heart made her vulnerable to corruption and essentially make her a danger to his reign. In his original plans, Abigail would have lead the American Alliance to battle with the Drax after all nations on earth aligned with America for the Great Revolution and ultimately free humanity from the grip of the Monster Group. The only way Abigail would be able to remain strong enough to resist all temptations was to have a strong faith in God. This was how Asilas figured she could combat Lemuria’s control once she met the Drax on the battlefield. However, since she never accepted the notion of God, she would have eventually been commandeered by Lemuria and turn against America.
Abigail was merely a teenager when she began her training as a Spartan. From the onset, she demonstrated superior power over all other cadets. Asilas and Capone kept a very close eye on her development and determined Abigail would mature to become powerful enough to defeat whole platoons of Drax warriors. Her lack of spiritual enlightenment, however, sealed her doom and Asilas used his Ace card to destroy the Canadian government instead. She would naturally become too dangerous to him. The king mourned Abigail when she died in Ottawa, not so much because of his love for the girl, but because a major play in his master plan had to be scrapped. He reluctantly sent Abigail to her death prematurely simply because he had no other choice. This disruption in his plans presented a significant challenge and left a major void for the king and America’s Great Revolution that would come to an explosive eventuality in mankind’s greatest test in Antarctica.
Listen to Abigail’s final moments in season one’s finale.
The Drax were the most dangerous entities on earth and had been the secret human masters for thousands of years. Although Asilas was well aware of the Drax long before he was chosen by them to be King of America, there was much about them and their hierarchical system he simply did not know. As a member of The Ordo, Asilas had access to some of the most incredibly fascinating and horrifying realities about a system designed to keep human beings occupied with trivial matters and never seek to heighten their awareness or consciousness. If humans ever realized the true power of their minds, the Drax would never have been able to control them. Asilas knew this and was able to mask his true heart and intentions as he raised to the highest levels of The Ordo.
Lemuria was a Princess of the Drax High Order. Her role was to oversee and manage the affairs of people and delegate their human surrogates to create chaos, engage in senseless wars, use the military complex to develop high-tech machines of various types as disruptive apparatuses to manipulate mankind –even using weather modification technologies to keep humans in a constant state of fear. Lemuria, for all her thorough inclinations, was not a military strategist. It was never necessary for her to be this. However, when facing King Asilas and the encroaching American Allied forces, Lemuria would not heed any warnings from her advisors –not even from the Devil himself. She wanted to resolve the matter of ridding the world of Asilas on her own and take her victory back to the Drax High Order and stake her rightful claim to the line of succession and realize her ultimate goal of becoming the Queen of the Drax.
In King Asilas’s Revolution, there was one thing that was not quite clear: Why were the Drax not attacking humans out in the open? Asilas had hoped the taking of Europe, England and Africa would surely make the Drax face the American military in an open battlefield. He needed this to happen so the entire world would finally align with him and America. However, Lemuria continued to order the Drax to stay out of sight, as she was also aware of Asilas’s goal of uniting the world in his campaign to fight them. She did not want to make that unification happen easily for Asilas and decided to wait until he would have no choice but to fight them on their terms. This would ultimately lead Asilas’s Revolution to the ends of the earth –to the ultimate showdown between man and beast in the most inhospitable place on the face of the planet…Antarctica.
Lemuria believed if she stood her ground, the Drax warriors would destroy the human army. If successful, she would be hailed as the greatest Drax Princess in modern times and would surely be in line to be the next ruler of the Drax race. Her Drax warriors were the most insidious and powerful creatures this world had ever known, and it would take all of Asilas’s best military strategies to have a chance to win his Revolution and free humanity from their ultimate masters. Lemuria would defy even her most trusted and battle tested generals in her desire to defeat the American King in an epic war that would change the course of humanity for a thousand years. However, Asilas would lead his army into the belly of the beast and orchestrate the most dramatic assault the Drax had ever encountered.