Synarchy Book 2: The Ascension (15 page)

“
Let Enki and me concern
ourselves with that.”

Alex slowly nodded. “Would you answer a
few questions I have?”

“
Of course.”

“
Has the Peruvian door
always been a, well, portal to your world?” In Southern Peru, in
the Hayu Marca mountain region, a place local Indians called “City
of the Gods,” was a door carved out of natural rock. Alexandro had
used the door and the required key, a small square stone tablet
engraved with unique writing that Alexandro suspected was the
language of the Angels, to travel to Hevan.

Michael smiled. “Yes. Centuries ago, we
spoke frequently with the people who lived in that region. When
Enlil found out, he had the key hidden away. We were quite pleased
when your allies stole it back.”

Alex chuckled. “Liliana was very good
at that. One last question, what is the true meaning of a fallen
angel?”

Amusement drifted across Michael’s
face. “I’m a fallen angel, Alexandro. Or, I was.”

Alex quirked a brow. “I’m very
interested to hear the story behind that.”

“
Long before the Anunnaki
visited your race, the Angels and the Anunnaki shared a love of
war-mongering. We were a military people, almost like your
Spartans. We were bred to be beautiful, strong, civilized warriors
of the sky and ground. Our King was Samael, the best of us. He had
a young face, always wore a flowing cloak around his wings, and had
long red hair tied to a ponytail. A pentagram was engraved on his
breastplate. He was an Angel of Death, one of the fiercest warriors
I have ever seen, and my teacher for a time.” A faraway look came
to sit in Michael’s eyes. “I shall never forget him. “

“
You are not a war-mongering
people now. What happened?”

Michael looked back at Alexandro and
his mouth quirked. “Lilith and Lucifer. Our own Jesus and Mary, you
might say. We had no faith, no spirituality of any sort, until they
came along. It was Lilith who opened up our Akashic records and
made us see. She did this during the time we and the Anunnaki were
on your planet. We were assisting the Anunnaki in their mining
efforts and enslaving you. Lucifer, who was not only spiritual, but
a brilliant scientist, worked closely with Enki in E.Den. He taught
a great many things to the Anunnaki Magi about Alchemy. Once the
Angels started awakening, though, we realized we needed to change.
Samael did not awaken initially, and of course, he was furious. He
and the Anunnaki rose up against us. Around the time of your great
flood was one of the great wars in the galaxy. For a short period,
myself and thousands of other angels were cast out of Hevan; the
fallen Angels. Eventually, Samael, too, realized that we were only
disconnected from the Source of all things, laid down his arms
against us, and stepped down from the throne. We elected Lilith as
our new queen, and she and Anu signed a treaty of
peace.”

Alexandro felt like a child listening
to a fantastic fairy tale. He leaned forward in his chair, his
cigar forgotten. “Why is there such animosity towards Lucifer? I
know the bible is a misconstrued blend of truth and pure fiction,
but he is quite hated.”

Michael nodded. “So is Lilith. In your
culture, you think of her as a demoness. It is because of a love
story. Belial was Enlil’s best friend, a great Anunnaki warrior. On
his visits to Hevan, he developed feelings for Lilith. He became
seduced by her beauty, you could say. He was so enamored of her, he
even asked for a way to change into an Angel so he could be with
her. She refused to even approach Lucifer with the subject, because
her love was for Lucifer. Belial wasn’t pleased by this. Anunnaki
do not like hearing that there are things they cannot have. He
challenged Lucifer during the war, and Lucifer killed him. Enlil
was furious, of course.”

Alex whistled lowly. “There is so much
we just don’t know.”

“
Soon, Alex.” Michael patted
him on the knee. “Come with me. I would like to introduce you to
Gabriel before you leave, and I have a gift for you to take home to
Tony.”

§

June 13, 2012 - 5:55 PM

Denver, Colorado

Denver International Airport

The Denver International
Airport was another prime example of how the Brotherhood hid in
plain sight. Tony stood out on one of the runways that were usually
inactive, except when the Brotherhood needed them, waiting for
Caesar. Conspiracy theorists had a field day with this place, and
as usual, they got a lot of the information correct. The runways
were constructed in the shape of a swastika. While the Nazis had
given the symbol some really bad PR, before Hitler decided to use
it, the swastika was the archetype for the rotations of time and
consciousness. It had also been used by the Hittites and Celts and
was found on the buildings on ancient sites like Troy. Aside from
the runways, and the fact that the airport sat on top of a major
underground military installation called Blue Moon, the inside of
the Airport was another anomaly that often had people scratching
their heads. A Masonic capstone sat in the south eastern side of
the terminal which had been coined
The
Great Hall
. The capstone was said to be a
time capsule filled with completely insignificant things; that, of
course, being a lie. An arm bent at a 45 degree angle rose out of
the capstone, and at the end of the arm was a keypad. There was
some significance to a 45 degree angle because of its practical
ability to illustrate the law of the conversation of energy. Energy
could be neither created nor destroyed. It simply was, sitting
there, waiting for something to tell it what to do. Aside from the
hidden symbology, when the proper code was keyed in, the capstone
opened a portal directly to the Anunnaki vessel, the
Babel.

Flicking the cigarette he was finished
smoking to the pavement, Tony tracked the approaching sedan’s
movement as it came to a stop and Caesar climbed out.

Caesar was worked up. Ever since he
received the order to return to Alcyone and finish off the
triplets, he’d done nothing but think about what he was going to
say to Vasco before he killed him, and how he was going to kill
him. When he saw Tony, some of his excitement began to fade. He
didn’t like DeMarco much, and hated having to report to him.
“Joining me, sir?”

“
Change of
orders.”

Caesar’s steps came to an abrupt halt.
“Excuse me?”

Tony’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he
took a step closer to Caesar. “Change of fucking
orders.”

Caesar reined himself in. DeMarco
outranked him, and that meant everything in their world. “I’m
listening. Sir.”

“
Integrate and observe. Keep
reporting back. Allow Kayla to keep handling Olivia and Amadeo as
she sees fit. Keep the body count at zero, right now.” Tony lightly
slapped Caesar’s cheek. “You’ll get your chance to kill ’em soon
enough.”

Caesar wanted to growl in frustration,
but called upon his patience. There was little else he could do.
Orders were orders. “Yes, sir. What about the
scientists?”

“
Don’t worry, we’ll take
care of ’em.” Tony stepped aside. “Have a nice flight.” He watched
the rigid line of Caesar’s back as Caesar walked up the staircase
and disappeared inside the cabin of the plane.

Tony turned around. It was a lucky
fucking thing for them that not all the Anunnaki were opposed to
freeing humanity. He shook out another cigarette as he climbed into
his SUV. Just as the engine turned over, a low growl from the
backseat made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Lifting his
eyes to the rearview mirror, Tony saw the hulking, ugly Igigi.
Resembling the mythical gargoyles, Igigis were the Anunnaki’s
personal messengers.

“
You can’t find a better way
to announce yourself?” Tony scolded. He hated talking to Igigis.
They spoke telepathically, and the noise that invaded his mind was
hoarse, and downright eerie.

The Igigi looked at Tony
with its glowing red eyes.
You are being
bestowed with the highest honor. Report to the Holy See the day of
the Summer Solstice.

Tony slowly nodded. “Thanks. I’ll be
there.”

The Igigi didn’t linger for
conversation. It pushed open the door to Tony’s car and took off
into the early evening. Usually, Igigis moved so quickly that
people rarely saw them. If people did, they quickly brushed the
sighting off as nothing.

Tony leaned his head back against the
headrest and lit up his cigarette. He was a 33rd degree Illuminati,
one level below his brother. Most people believed that the degrees
stopped at the 33rd, but they were wrong. Once the 33rd degree of
Free Masonry ended, the Seeker then became Enlightened,
Illuminated, an Illuminati. Not all 33rd Masons were accepted into
the real brotherhood. It was the first level of real trust, and the
only one Tony needed. For a decade, now, he’d run a black ops
division of the NSA, usually right out of the Blue Moon Base. With
this promotion, he’d be given the security clearance needed to get
Simone into the underground bases, and Vasco into the Brotherhoods
party the night of the solstice.

Tony took a hard drag off his cigarette
and slowly frowned. It also meant something horrific was going to
happen. By his hands.

§

June 14, 2012 - 10:44 AM

Alexandria, VA

SVT Think Tank

Robert Terenzio carried his mother’s
features, and his father’s love of science. He was the only one— an
anomaly, really—that came from Liliana Terenzio’s bloodline and had
turned to neither business nor weapons, but to academia. This was
not to say he didn’t know how to use a gun. He was an excellent
shot, thanks to his mother’s insistence that he learn. He also
loved a good chess game. He just wasn’t the violent
sort.

He was slightly overweight, but smart
with his wardrobe. Going to the gym twice a week was only helping
slightly, because like a good Italian, when it was meal time, it
was meal time. He was of average height, with his father’s thick
eyebrows, and dark brown hair. His eyes were also green, not
gray—another anomaly. Regardless of his few differences, his mother
was proud of him, which never failed to provide him with a
little-boy-like delight, and Marcello had considered him an asset.
Though Marcello had been closely involved in SVT Think Tank, Robert
had often come up with the more ingenious security enhancements
that had allowed SVT Securities to collect information more
secretively and efficiently. Maybe he wasn’t that far off the
marker, after all.

Six Omega Cadre trailed Robert as he
entered the SVT Think Tank. They wore full combat gear, but for
propriety’s sake had left their assault rifles in the SUV. Each
carried dual .40 mm handguns at their waists, and the expression on
every man’s face, and the one woman’s, was hard and alert. The
Omega Cadre were not simply muscled idiots that were only useful
when being told what to do. Omega General Tia Kahlo was a hardass,
but intelligent. Stupidity on any level was unacceptable. If a
soldier couldn’t think for him- or herself, they got voted off the
island real quick.

That knowledge help put Robert’s safety
concerns at ease, because two of the Cadre carried a thick, closed
container. It contained a very powerful weapon that had been
stolen, over a century ago, from the Brotherhood by Stefano’s
sister, Liliana, at her brother’s request. The weapon had been
built by Nikola Tesla himself, and in a briefcase handcuffed to
Robert’s arm were the blueprints that the Terenzios needed to make
more of them. For Robert, working on a design by Nikola Tesla was
like writing a bestselling novel or winning the Super Bowl; amazing
and damn near surreal. Considering how solid their team of
scientists was, building five more was going to be a lot of
fun.

§

Abe threw open the door to the
accumulator, sweating. “Holy fucking shit.”

Shirley and Derek looked up from where
they were monitoring Abe’s meditation session on the computers.
“I’ve got to hear this,” Shirley said.

“
What happened,
Abe?”

“
I don’t know.” Abe walked
quickly over to the water cooler, and drained three paper cups
before he could speak. “I felt… I felt this explosion. A surge of
energy racing up my spine, and it exploded from the top of my head,
and I could pretty much see it, but my eyes were
closed.”

Shirley smiled reassuringly and walked
over to him, rubbing his back comfortably. “Easy there, big
fella.”

“
Was it uncomfortable?”
Derek asked, watching him closely.

“
No.” Abe frowned. “I
laughed at first, it felt so good. But then it just kept going, and
I felt like I was going to float away or something. The energy just
kept coming, and it finally freaked me out a little.” He turned
back to the cooler and filled up the paper cup again, draining the
water in a quick gulp.

“
I think you just had a
Kundalini activation,” Shirley said.

Derek grinned faintly. “That’s pretty
funny that the skeptic out of the group gets one of
those.”

Abe eyed Shirley. “What the hell is a
Kundalini activation?”

“
The medical symbol, the
caduceus, is actually a representation of a Kundalini awakening.
Kundalini energy is said to coil like a serpent at the base of the
spine, and when awakened it spirals upwards, and merges with the
crown chakra. Supposedly it’s a very powerful form of awakening,”
Shirley said.