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“But who hath died, and made thee God, Marduk?” The imperious young Astronaut seemed neither startled by the implications of the question or affected by the impassioned, anguished tone in which it was asked. Before he walked out and closed the door on the woman he loved, he left her with three words which etched themselves permanently on a heart that grew instantly as cold to him as, once, it was warm. “All of Atlantis.” The great atrocityEveryday bitterness gnawed at his brain like starving vermin.He was one of less than a 150 Survivors, from an entire world.Most things can be forgiven and if there were ever a time for Atlanteans to come together it was now. But he could not forgive what they have done, nor will he forget. The more he thought about the events that led to the total destruction of his world, the more blistering the anger would burn in his heart.All the sordid pieces were coming together and the mosaic that was emerging was far worse than anything he had imagined, even though he had known them capable of depravity that would cause the sun to vomit.Thoughts of murder and vengeance were his constant companions and the only thing that gave him mastery over the rage, was doubt. He knew of their culpability, but they had not exploded the bombs themselves. How much blame could he justly place at the feet of the Sumerian Sorcerers, when an entire world had followed like sheep, and waded in a sea of blood, misery, and iniquity for a million years, because they would not be discomforted?Where are all the Prophets? The Meek…? The Righteous..?…An entire world, gone.Who are left…?The very Demons the old wild eyed men raved against in their ever heightening shrill, as they tried to warn people that ignored them more and more as each uneventful day passed.Repent! They had cried; of your sorceries. Repent of your murders, perversions, robberies and oppression of the poor! Repent! Or the most high One will bring Its judgment upon you and cast you into the eternal fires of hell!But who had listened to the Prophets preaching penitence, when all the Leaders of all stripes, with one head, were preaching pride, nationalism, and vengeance, even as they perversely joined their voices with those of the Prophets; warning of woes they, themselves had called up from the pits of hades, because evil seeds begot riches and good seeds only begot the reward of implanting angels into the fertile womb of the Universe?Who had listened? Certainly not he, who had hidden himself from the world behind the trappings of his riches, sorceries and privileges.From high above the earth, in the safety of their luxurious, opulent mansions on the Planets— the Sorcerers, Pedophiles, Politicians, Robber Barons, and Preachers—all the depraved Elites—the very Sinners the old Mystics had railed against, watched, in good health while the rest of the world burned in flames.
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” da F you” from the Unaceptable by akamardukson
“But who hath died, and made thee God, Marduk?” The imperious young Astronaut seemed neither startled by the implications of the question or affected by the impassioned, anguished tone in which it was asked. Before he walked out and closed the door on the woman he loved, he left her with three words which etched themselves permanently on a heart that grew instantly as cold to him as, once, it was warm.“All of Atlantis.”
The great atrocity
Everyday bitterness gnawed at his brain like starving vermin. He was one of less than a 150 Survivors, from an entire world. Most things can be forgiven and if there were ever a time for Atlanteans to come together it was now. But he could not forgive what they have done, nor will he forget. The more he thought about the events that led to the total destruction of his world, the more blistering the anger would burn in his heart. All the sordid pieces were coming together and the mosaic that was emerging was far worse than anything he had imagined, even though he had known them capable of depravity that would cause the sun to vomit. Thoughts of murder and vengeance were his constant companions and the only thing that gave him mastery over the rage, was doubt. He knew of their culpability, but they had not exploded the bombs themselves. How much blame could he justly place at the feet of the Sumerian Sorcerers, when an entire world had followed like sheep, and waded in a sea of blood, misery, and iniquity for a million years, because they would not be discomforted? Where are all the Prophets? The Meek…? The Righteous..? …An entire world, gone. Who are left…? The very Demons the old wild eyed men raved against in their ever heightening shrill, as they tried to warn people that ignored them more and more as each uneventful day passed.Repent! They had cried; of your sorceries. Repent of your murders, perversions, robberies and oppression of the poor! Repent! Or the most high One will bring Its judgment upon you and cast you into the eternal fires of hell! But who had listened to the Prophets preaching penitence, when all the Leaders of all stripes, with one head, were preaching pride, nationalism, and vengeance, even as they perversely joined their voices with those of the Prophets; warning of woes they, themselves had called up from the pits of hades, because evil seeds begot riches and good seeds only begot the reward of implanting angels into the fertile womb of the Universe? Who had listened? Certainly not he, who had hidden himself from the world behind the trappings of his riches, sorceries and privileges.
From high above the earth, in the safety of their luxurious, opulent mansions on the Planets— the Sorcerers, Pedophiles, Politicians, Robber Barons, and Preachers—all the depraved Elites—the very Sinners the old Mystics had railed against, watched, in good health while the rest of the world burned in flames. And then there was he—with them, them, as if he was one of them, instead of one of the people. It was a painful thought but there was no point in lying to himself now. He was with them because he was of them—his Father’s son, the same Sorcerer they are; the same obscene riches; the same privileges; the same emotional distance from the people; the same…hatred? No! He will accuse himself and accept many rebukes but he never hated… he never hated! His solitude was not against, or from the people, but from the world. He became an Astronaut and lived on the planet Jupiter, not because he hated, but because he loved. He loved, too much to face a world he knew was suffering and dying needlessly. The only way to help the abused people of the world was to hate and to destroy and to add more suffering. This he could not do. So he took his riches and ran and hid. True, he had given away far more than he kept—but to build a hideaway on the planet Jupiter, still took far more from the world than one man should have claimed in an universe where a single little one die of need. He had watched an entire world die. He could not sleep. But why should he pity the willfully blind? They knew they were following Sorcerers. They knew that they were being led by mass murderers and thieves. They not only knew but they supported them in their genocides, and all their crimes. Or did they? There was a time before he began to question everything, when even he—with all the resources available to the obscene rich— had allowed himself to be manipulated by the Demons who controlled all the instruments of information. Yea, and even he, had supported the works of Demons as if they were the works of Angels. May the unknowable One have mercy on his soul. Onanes. The All-father and his circle of long lived Sorcerers planned the whole thing. But why? Why would even those power mad fiends want to destroy an entire world? He knew the Sumerian Sorcerers lived far longer than he would ever know. He was only vaguely interested in their history before— and that— only because he, himself, was a long lived Sorcerer. But now, he had to know everything. They will never give him records or tell him the truth but there were other ways of discovery. He will find out the truth, one way or another. But the People…May the unknowable One, accept their atoms— were warned. Most of them did not elect the Guild’s puppet to the office of Supreme Leader, but when the simpleminded Fool started his campaign to bring Atlan, and all that lived upon the surface of the earth to ruin, they all supported him. They were bewitched, but they were warned, and they did have eyes, ears and minds of their own. They should have discerned before the end that it was an evil angel who directed the storm that engulfed the world in the mindless contagion of infernal chaos. But because they thought rain was selective when it decided to fall, they did not resist evil done in their names. The Prophets…? The Peacemakers…? The Children…? The Righteous…? Surely there was no justice done to them in that great ball of flame that sunk all of Atlan, beneath the bowels of the abyss. And what justice, that the Criminals live on to become rulers of a whole new world? The Sumerian Guild.He should have expected something terrible was going to happen when they started air lifting all their slaves and possessions into space. Months before what he will forever call the great atrocity, occurred, he had watched them, polluting the serenity of his space with their “toys” and their noise, and their unwelcome overtures to him to join them for this or that occasion. He had left his place on Jupiter, at the behest of the All-father, and rented a space on the moon. But he did not know they were going to be joining him even though the All-father had never ceased trying to get him to enter the Guild. The moon was where the Sorcerer named Thoth’s mansion was located. He had always been curious about this one called Ibis, because it was said that the slippery character was a brother of his. Maybe in another life he was, but in this life, he knew of no changeling brother named Thoth. He didn’t know much about his past or his family line. He knew he was a Halfling. He knew his father was of an old Bovine lineage that traced all the way back to the Age of Saurian rule, when all creatures were sentient and there was no discrimination among different species when they sought to copulate or procreate. He also knew his father was at least a nominal member of the Guild of Sorcerers. He knew nothing of his birth mother, except she was of the lowly people— the people called Abds, slaves, chattel, vermin…by the Atlantean elite. One of the biggest reasons that he hated the Guild, was their ceaseless intrigues against the people of the mother he never knew. His mother’s kind was an old race—originally called WoMans. Today they are called Cushites by the impartial and Igigis by the profane. Due to his father’s bloodline, he was considered royalty, but following a long line of Halflings who chose to side with their lowly blood, he considered himself one, like that Ancient order of Halflings, who called themselves the “sons of man” —long time, and relentless defenders of the seed of first woman. By his father’s blood, he was a Magician, a strong Sorcerer, which was why Onanes hounded him about joining the Sumerian Guild, but he was not the same type of Magician they were, he would never go to the dead Ones for power. His magic was enhanced by the atoms of another type of disembodied spirit. It was the first mother of all men and women who strengthened him. Even so, just by opening himself up to atoms that belonged not in this dimension, he was walking that thin, high wire, and was forever just one misstep from falling into the depths of abject evil. The source that strengthened him was good, but he was weak flesh, and if he does evil, she will flee from him, leaving a wide open void for evil atoms to pour through. He knew the risk but he was not a weakling, and to defend his mother’s blood, he needed to be able to fight fire with fire. The day of reckoning was fast approaching. He knew the Sumerian Sorcerers, were aware that far from joining them, he was more likely to one day battle them. They in their arrogance kept knocking at his door, as if they thought they could turn him by sheer want of their cheerful persistence. Finally, he resorted to putting a ward around his space as he prepared to fly back to Jupiter. That stopped them for a while. But he soon removed the ward because it made him feel silly. Being alone on an almost empty planet with them, he had been inundated by their essence, soaked by the quintessence of their antiquated hatred for the WoMans. Visions were constantly flashing before his eyes, snippets of ancient history he had long forgot, or had erased from his mind. Today, he respected and honored the All-father as first man, even if he did hate the way the Guild ran the world. But when any member of the Guild was around him— without billions of people to convolute his or her essence—it left them naked to his senses. He kept getting visions that Onanes—the All-father— was a bitter enemy; that once, in the past, he and Onanes had fought some great war. He could remember nothing of any such war but the visions were crystal clear and the feelings inside him roiled like an active volcano whenever Onanes stood within his space. It was almost the same with all of them. Could he have once battled the entire Guild? More disturbing than the visions of ancient war, was what he was sensing about what they were doing to some of the children of Atlan. He knew things went on in the world that he couldn’t actually personally affirm, and not go mad with rage. Things, he wasn’t ready to face. He was finding it harder and harder to avoid the truth since he and they were alone on a planet. He was seeing and sensing things so clearly, he was literally sick—sick of it all; the Guild, Sorcery, Atlantis, people, the world. He wanted to be cleansed of it all—far away from all of it. He fell to his knees. For three days and nights he prayed and he knew not, if, or when he had fallen asleep or if he had dreamed, but he remembered the voice that spoke to him on the fourth day. Every word it said was etched upon his brain like the carvings of a sharp blade. Because thou hath made thyself more, by drawing away to thyself more of the energy of the One, than was thy measure, thou shall never cease to increase, and thou shall increase each time a soul believes in thee and calls upon thy name, and thy shall grow with power like a pregnant woman unable to give birth, and thou shall draw to thyself the atoms, of all innocent Beings, and by thy example, they shall strengthen the righteousness of their own energy. Thy hatred of evil shall become their hatred of evil, and thy love of the little ones, and all that is righteous, just and good, shall become their love also. Because thou have striven to enhance thyself by practicing the vile arts of demons, thou shall be rewarded with the increase thy sought, but it shall not be what thy hath measured, for as the evil ones shalt discover, when thy draw to thyself more atoms than what is thy allotment, thy enslave thyself to thy folly, and thy increase shall never cease. If thou art evil, all evil energy shall flow unto thee and thou shall grow more evil and thou shall continue to increase until thy explode and become naught but another molecule in a bigger force of evil. But when good Atoms shall overwhelm evil atoms in the universe, the evil ones, shall begin to decrease and the explosions of their atoms, shall leave them less than they were before. Each explosion shall render their atoms smaller than the one before, and eventually they will become naught. And so shall ye increase until ye explode, but ye shalt become a molecule in a great force of good that shall expand until all living things are once again united with the great source of all that is uncorrupted creation. Then shall all living things exist forever in peace and joy. But because thou have striven to gather more atoms than was thy allotment, thou shall be denied forever the hunger of all consciousness, which is to materialize, and enjoy all that I hath created for flesh and blood. Ask not again to be released from thy folly, but rejoice that thou hath been chosen to be a magnet for all of suffering creation. Prepare thyself for the day when thou shall engage the forces of evil in battle and aright what hath been put off balance at the beginning of flesh on earth. Because thou hath become more than thy allotted atoms, by practicing the vile arts of Demons, I rebuke thee and I shall exile thee and make thee as impotent as one imprisoned behind the walls of great mountains. Thou shall gnash thy teeth at the happenings thy see but thou shall be as helpless as an infant to intervene until the end of thy time of penitence. Because thou have practiced evil only because thy soul has hated the unjust and thy molecules and atoms has loathed the arrogance and evil works of Demons, I shall free thee full of the rage of thy impotence and thy might I shall enhance until thy powers shall be as the birthright of the sun, and I shall not restrain thy rage until all evil in the universe lies broken to pieces at thy feet. So this he had done, productively biding his time until he was ready to face the Sumerian Sorcerers. They had stopped bothering him but he was still constantly sick in his nature because of their presence. Finally, he was prepared to go back to his mansion on Jupiter.
SHE showed up at his door. The stench of malevolence around her nearly started a magical battle. Even more than in the others, he sensed foul atoms inside her. The aura of such potent evil made the depth of him strain to kill her. The hunger inside him caused him to invite her inside instead, even though he knew she were weaving spells and working to enchant him. He could have stopped her at any moment. He let it go on because he wanted what she was offering him. From the moment he saw her he knew that wherever it was she wanted to lead him, it would take all the internal fortitude he possessed not to follow. He felt sick from the wrongness of it but she was beautiful beyond fantasy, and she was the only woman he had been near in twenty earth years. He was running, when he left the earth and built a mansion on Jupiter. Running from a world he sensed was on the verge of chaos. The Atlantean Elite was once again about to throw the world into all-out war, and deep down he knew it, even though at the point when he left the earth, all he based this belief on was intuition, influenced by nothing more than talk. Still, he was afraid to look back as he ran—even to get a woman…afraid that what he might see would impel him to do things he was not prepared for. Even if his unexpected visitor wasn’t weaving her amateurish spells, he still might have let her lead him into the embrace. What hope had he then, when she exposed perfection before him, while her lips moved constantly with the most sought out words of all who hunger for lust? She reached for his lonely manhood and the instant she touched him ancient memories flooded his consciousness. She wasn’t just any woman, and though he didn’t know her name and couldn’t remember ever seeing her face before, once inside her flesh, he instantly knew he had been there before. A man never forgets what it feels like to make love to one of his wives.That was why he followed her. Into the very abode of iniquity, he had moved to be with her. In the heart of their own Guild, he sat, because she said she wanted him by her side. He thought he knew all the members of the Sumerian Guild, but he had never seen her with them before, yet, it was clear she had status among them. Where did she come from? How could the woman have walked the same planet—no not planet—but circles, as he, and he not know she existed? In one night she convinced him to do what none other had ever been able to do before. He knew that he was in the ultimate den of iniquity and he intended to leave but not yet… before he was turned… but not yet. He had to get her out of his system first; had to get enough of her. All passions wane and dim with time. All he needed was a little flicker in the flame and he would flee his damnation to prepare for the day when he will return to engage them all. The flame did naught but flare brighter as time passed.He was a fool. Or he was willing to try to fool himself to be with her. He knew the flame wasn’t going to flicker because what was between he and the woman was old and eternal. She is working for the Guild, which means she is working against him. In other lifetimes she had often been against him. And through the many Ages and cosmic wars he had fought with the ancient enemy, he had always lost when she was against him. But ultimately, she had always returned to him. In the end they had always finally been solely for each other, abandoning all others to become one in mind, body, and spirit. In each Age, her reason for turning against him was different. Once it was a lust for power or equality. Once it was out of vengeance for his infidelity to her. Once it was because of her infidelity to him. There were many times and many reasons that they began each new Age apart and at war, and he knew that as long as they were stuck in this solar system, it would always be so. It was how the Ancient enemy avoided total defeat by the seeds of WoMan. Is that why she was here? Did the Sumerian Sorcerers conjure her? Or, was she always here, in a form, or station in life he would have never recognized before he stood face to face with her long enough to inhale her essence. He could feel the aura of her evil wane as his grew. It was she who began to nudge him to leave the moon—get away from the Guild. But he would not leave. Not without her. He was becoming wicked for an evil witch that was becoming good for him. If she had not loved him, he would not have chosen his flesh over the children. He thought he would be stronger. He thought he was stronger. The Sorcerers began to get bolder around him. But he already knew how they worked. It was always the baby food first before they exposed you to the depths of their depravity. He had become wicked for her, but he still despised them. They thought him weaker than he was. They thought him succumbing to their age old techniques, but he was not weak to them, he was only weak for her. It was getting harder and harder to contain his nature and he knew that if he did not get out of their sphere soon, he would engage them in battle before he was ready. But he wanted to find a way to take her with him. They had the power of life and death over her because she had sealed her soul to theirs. They could torment, and break her just by speaking a word if she broke the seal. He was beginning to despair of keeping hold of his sanity when it happened; when the world for all but 150 Atlanteans, came to a horrifying end. He had sensed a great, coming tragedy and each year he spent away from the earth, the feelings of something terrible brewing grew stronger. The stronger the feeling of pending catastrophe grew, the deeper he buried his head in the sand but his mind only envisioned in the worst case scenario—a world war. He would have never conceived at that point, that they would blow up the entire world.
SHE had tried to keep him in bed that morning. She knew, and there was a moment when he thought the next time he saw her, he would sear her brain with fire. But the moment was fleeting because he convinced himself there was nothing she could have done to stop it even if she wanted to. She could have told him, but the witch loved him. She knew that he would have tried to stop them. One Sorcerer, against an entire Guild…the witch did not want him to die. He was not grateful, but she, he might at least forgive. The witch was in love with him. He knew it was love because he sensed it when she stopped manipulating him and started worrying about him. He sensed her love for him in the way her touch changed from confidence to despair; in the weakness betrayed by her eyes when she looked at him. He sensed it in her moans and in the whispers and screams of her body when he embraced her inside. They had defeated each other. If she did not love him he would not have become evil. He had torn himself from the witch’s embrace, not because he wanted to, but because his senses were more heightened than they had ever been in his life. So heightened, it didn’t seem like the trouble was worlds away, but on his doorstep. The only thing he could think of that would distress him so in this place were the children. He thought the Sumerian Sorcerers were about to sacrifice all the children in their possession. He didn’t think they would risk such an affront to him while they had hopes of getting him to join the Guild but nothing else explained the careening of his senses. He had long known what the Sorcerers were doing to some of the children of Atlan. Yet, he had done nothing because his father convinced him to stay his hand; his father, who was one of them. But who had already fought two wars against them. They were not wars of liberation for the oppressed Atlantean people, but petty conflicts between Elites that killed nothing but the Cushites of Atlan. Even though he knew his father was right about his chances of surviving a war with the Guild, at that period, he was still wishing he had tossed the selfish Bastard out of his way. Damn the witch. Damn love. Damn the flesh. Damn living. Damn his Father! He left the witch’s bed, fully prepared to meet his death. He was not ready. But he sought them out that morning to do battle with them all. They were all there—gathered in the great hall, sitting around a massive, oval table that shone like a mirror. He could tell that they had gathered there in expectation of some monumental happening because the aura of their anxiety almost overpowered his feeling of impending doom. He looked around, and saw no Cushites, or their children, but the turmoil inside him did not recede as it should have when he saw no little ones. Evil brought up sickness in him and the bile in his throat was telling him something tremendously foul was about to happen, even if it wasn’t what he had rushed there expecting.. His nature, had heightened to the point of explosion and he was about to attack when the great, shiny table suddenly came alive, casting a brilliance throughout the, afore darkened room. He could see them clearly now and he understood why none of them had reacted to the danger he posed to them. They were all hooded with the tops of their robes. Pitch black windows shielded their faces, and as one creature with many heads, they stared at the table so intently, he knew they were in a group trance. That was good for him. Easier for him to kill them, or if they had obtained immortality, at least destroy their minds so they would be rendered vegetables. He knew he was stepping out in front of the unknowable One. He knew even as he raised his arms to wreak destruction, he was acting more upon his own surrender to hatred and vengeance than out of love for the universe. He knew, even as he prepared to speak evil, he was committing himself to the same hell as they. But he had willfully chosen his sickness over righteousness, and it was only timing, or the hand of the unknowable One, Itself, that voided his eternal damnation, for just at that moment of hate filled decision, the great table briefly filled the room with scenes and sounds of all Atlan before exploding with a light that so assaulted the room with its whiteness, he felt as if his entire face had been melted from the heat of it. His eyes flared, as if the sun and the moon had lodged within their sockets. Through his screams, he faintly heard HER calling to him as he felt his spirit receding away from him—growing fainter and fainter until finally he succumbed to the mercy of death and knew no more.
” Has2give” from the Unacceptable by akamardukson “I thought thou were dead,”she said.He patted up and down his body; pinched, his wrist.If he was not dead, it was a miracle. “Osiris,” she said, softly.He tilted his head up towards her voice and tried to concentrate. He couldn’t recall anything else but he did remember her. Inanna. Her name is Inanna.He was back from the dead, alright. At least he thought he was. He also thought he was awake. That was before he tried to think, and his mind tried to block his recall. He allowed it the temporary respite. But even as he closed his eyes to reality for a little while longer, he knew that sooner or later he would have to wake up and face what mind-blowing thing had happened to him.A day later he bolted upright in bed. A horrible thought abruptly struck him. He reached up and touched his face. The skin was still there, but there was a rough beard that told him he must have been unconscious for at least three days. Suddenly it dawned on him that he could not see. He reached up to examine his eyes and discovered they had been bandaged. Despite the mental block, he began to concentrate—to try to remember what happened to him, where he was, and how he got here. His senses told him immediately that he was at home in his own space. The wit—Inanna, must have brought him here. Inanna. Did she bring him back to life? Did the witch call him back fromthe void? He remembered hearing her crying out to him as he passed into the black of eternal silence. She called him Osiris—one who rises from the dead. It was Sorcery; A naming. She had named him back to the living side of the divide between life and death, of the flesh. Suddenly, breathtakingly, he remembered something else. He reached up and snatched the bandages from his eyes. He still could not see, but that was not what brought the sting of salt to his damaged orbs, or the sobs of anguish from his trembling lips. She must’ve heard his cries, because she came rushing to his side. He felt her presence and instantly fire welled up within him. He didn’t know that she was still in his space. He had not sensed her. Surprise, caused the pure, unadulterated substance of her, to assault his senses. His love forher masked her true essence. “Thou should not have taken these off.” She touched him as she replaced the bandages, and he barely staved off the urge to engage her. “Marduk,” her voice was pure pain, “would thou, truly?” “Ye knew! Thou were a part of it all!” Her beautiful, ebon face crumbled. She stumbled, as if the coldness in his tone had plunged like a dagger into her heart. She fell/threw herself upon him. “Slay me Marduk! Only for the sake of our love and all that I have risked for thee, allow me to expire in thy arms.” “Slay her?”The woman spoke energy very carelessly, and it was hard enough for him as it was, not to grab her neck. “Think Thou I, of the same cloth as the monsters that will plot to destroy a world?” He shoved her off him with violence he had not intended. She fell to the floor. When she spoke next, he never heard a voice more disconsolate, or sensed an essence, that was not dying, fainter. “Thou hath slain me,” she said, and he sensed it was truth. “Finish it.”How could he kill her and not put an end to himself? Living without half his soul would be far harder than living without his eyes or his arms and legs. It was more weakness than he could afford that gave life to his next words.“Live witch. If it is my love that will resurrect thee, be thou unto me, now, and forever hence, Isis.” She scrambled to her feet and swayed above him. “Thy riddling suspends me, Marduk! Tell me thy heart!” He reached up and pulled her down to him. His big hands circled her slender neck. He squeezed.“Doth this tell thee my heart?” “No.” She did not move or resist. Her voice was so soft and accepting, for a moment he thought it might do her a kindness to twist her head. His hands relaxed and moved up, caressed her smooth cheeks. He tilted up his head and kissed her, lightly first, and then hard and deep. He finally let her go. “Doth that tell thee my heart?” Tears were in her big brown eyes— brown eyes that were, moments ago, as green as a dagger cat’s. “Yes,” she answered happily. She stood there, and he could tell that she desperately wanted a look from him, maybe a gesture. He looked at her for the first time with eyes of what he really wanted. She gasped; an involuntary sound that resounded like a million years of desperation. She leaned over him and reached for his center. He embraced her and in their nakedness they became one. Hours later, when he thought she was asleep and he would never know the peaceful bliss of it again, she spoke: “Marduk, why does the triumph of thy love for me, over thy hatred for me, rename me?” Being a Sorceress she knew the significance of names. A name always had a deeper purpose for a Magician than just a title. “Because thy love has called me back from the wages of my sins.” “Then I am thy wife?” “Dost thy know me?” She propped herself up on an elbow and stared into his face. “Thou remember?”“Dost thee..?” She nodded.“When,”he asked. “When I thought thou were…” She stopped. “When did thou remember?” “From the moment I sensed thy essence.” “I’m…sorry.” Tears rolled warm down his bare chest. “Thou will always despise me?” “Shalt I love evil? What thou hath done to the Cushites of Atlan shall stain thee forever.” She turned away from him. Her loud sobs ended abruptly, as if she had instantly turned into a different person. She whispered something so softly he barely heard it. What he thought he heard her say once again, was, “Slay me.” He laid his hand on her shoulder and coerced her to turn again towards him. His tone was impassioned.“Why beloved? Surely thou art no gold hungry, hound of the perverted. What strong desire? For what gain, bindeth thou, thy soul to the legions of the hell bound? ” “Marduk, think thou of the tormented history of the children of the abds. Would thou ask them why, twenty years hence? Or would thou know?” Tears again stung the big Magician’s eyes.“If I had no other reason, I shall crush them all for little Inanna.” “No Milord, Inanna belongs to them. But Isis belongs to thee. Struggle not for Inanna Marduk, but Isis will forever be faithful, good, and true to love and righteousness.” Marduk, the reluctant Sorcerer stiffened in his bones and he felt blood speed to his heart. “Why hath thou spoken magic? Did thou misspeak a word?” “Ye know I hath not.” “The unknowable One hath visited me.” “I know.” “But how…?” “Because when they speak thy name in the Guild, strong Sorcerers tremble and weak Sorcerers gnash their teeth.” “It is urgent then that I leave this place now, for they hath given me up. But there are things I have to do first. Will ye help me?” “I have already commanded my abds….Marduk, take them with thee.” “I shall secure all the surviving Cushites of course.” “Please, Marduk. Do not vex me with worthless speech. I lose too much. My abds will be waiting for thee and ready to go at a moment’s notice. They have murdered themselves at my command unless ye get them away before it is discovered. To try to save all the Igigis, is to doom them all.” “But they are all that is left of the WoMans of Atlan. I cannot–” “Marduk, I have released my Igigis, but the others are bound to the Guild. They will rise up against thee. Risk all, not for the toadies, but ye have been ordained on behalf of an Universe. There are plans, Milord—powerful magic being invoked…words being spoken that will condemn the whole earth to an eternity of sorrow and pain. It is beyond the scope of what even ye can imagine. I have instructed my Igigis to counter speech with speech but thou are in a losing race Marduk.” “Beloved Inanna, that thou will betray such secrets; that thou will do such works against thy own security, surely condemns my measure of thy aura as a lie.” “No Milord, never doubt thy sense, for it is thy strength and shield. One who speaks to thee now is Isis, not Inanna.” “Then thou cannot be released?” “I will be released after thou defeat me.” “Ye, beloved…?” “I am they and I am thee.” “What will they do to thee when they discover what thou hath done?” “They will do naught to me because a house divided cannot stand. They know that their only hope to survive ye is to stand as one.” “Dost thou even now seek to deceive me? I have seen thee devour amongst thy toadies, one against the other. Thou are restricted by naught in what thou do to deceive.” ‘Tis true Marduk, with the lesser people, but not amongst the Sorcerers of Sumeria. They—we—hate one another but we know we need to stand united if we are not to perish by the destiny of the son of the sun. “It is my destiny to break thee in two.” “Then it is mine to be broken.” “Give thou, then, the victory unto me before there is even a battle?” “There can be no battle against the great Will of creation… only the delusional flailing of fools who have long lost all perception of reality;Fools, who in their psychoses believe moments to be Ages, and themselves to be long-lived, when the unknowable One, has not yet blinked an eye and seen them.” “Isis–,” “—Turn thou, away from me now, Marduk. They call and I must go to them. When next we meet it shall be in battle. But hearten beloved, because the unknowable One, has been merciful. In the end, when all evil lay broken to pieces at thy feet, I shall be made whole again in oneness with the son of all that is Just. In the end, thou will turn again to me. This is the strength that allows me to send thee on thy way, even tho’ with thee goes all that is of me that is not now loathsome to my soul.” First tell me why hath I never seen thee before three weeks ago? Thou sit among the Sorcerers like thou had been on council forever.” She stopped moving away and turned to him. “Thou hath not seen me before because I am half Igigi. I was born to an abd, and raised by one. Because I could not hide my powers as a child, my high born father hath claimed me. I have long been among the Sorcerers but they kept me out of sight because I am a last Generation Halfling. Today, they are afraid and desperate because of thee and thou Father’s love for thee. They need me, and so they no longer ostracize me.” She finished answering his question and took one last, long look at him. Then she turned and exited his presence. He watched her leave, hoping with all his might that she was right in all she predicted. He knew they were pure evil. He knew they were depraved. He knew they were without consciences and after the destruction of Atlan he now know they are insane. But… The Atlantean word for the most high One is, “Atom,” or “Atum.” Surely, not even the diseased minds of the Sumerian Sorcerers could be sodelusional as to think they could aim their black magic at the very seat of the apex of creation. Incredulous! But even though the thought of their hubris struck him as insanely incredulous, he knew SHE did not lie. They truly intended to use black magic to challenge creation. They plan to set themselves up as “gods” and enslave the entire universe to their version of reality; a reality that makes war, genocide, starvation, oppression, perversion, elitism, WoMan sacrifice, and slavery the normality, when it is an aberration that all creation would vomit out of Itself if the distortion induced by black magic did not drug the collective psyche, rendering it not only incapable of hating the wrong, the unjust, the abomination—but actually developing a lust for every iniquity. They seek to create anew, their world reality— where the Tyrant is worshiped as a hero, and the destroyers are glorified as Saviors. A world where slaughter raises up Empires, and the bloody sacrifice of living creatures, multiplies riches; A world where the divide is loved and unity is hated; where to do good is derided as weakness and to do evil is praised as strength. A world where to respect, love and be kind to all is despised, and to denigrate, debase, and harden the heart to the poor and powerless is lauded.This is the same reality they had created in Atlantis, and now that they have destroyed Atlan, they seek to mold again the great will of creation after the designs of their own monstrous hearts. But if they will be gods, he will be avenging angel; if they will be day, he will be night. And he will break them on every hill and in every valley. Into every dark, hidden, crevice he shall pursue them. When they overturn a stone he shall overturn a pebble. When they speak a curse, he shall speak a blessing. When they create a slave he shall create a free man. And when they lay low a woman he shall raise one up.So swear he, the one chosen by the most high One, because he has loathed injustice.He is Marduk.
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