"I’m sure there were many objections"
Mina replied. "It wasn’t called Medel until after Medel had perished. We
didn’t know either until we found the writing on the walls. It didn't even look
like Medel, but no one ever questioned it and over time it was forgotten about."
"Perhaps
there was some kind of mistake" Zara concluded. That the lie had been spun
for so long made the identity of the idol seem irrelevant. The notion that an
entire civilization could be worshiping an impostor seemed impossible.
"It
doesn't matter who you call it" Nepheus reminded. "They’re both a lie.
Elon wasn't the Creator God, either."
Zara
had given her own beliefs some thought recently. There were things that had
bothered her which she had punted and tried not to think about. A Creator god
that created such a beautiful Product as Orien, then demanded his gruesome
death made no sense, for one. And to ask her to celebrate it? Earn a medal from it? The truth was, she
had never questioned the sacrifices at all, and now she questioned why not. She
believed what she was raised to believe, to believe the same things everyone
else believed... It was wrong not to believe. She certainly couldn't believe
they would lie to them all like that.
"Using
the best DNA from his twelve Anunnaki children, Medel began developing races
tailored for specific tasks. The first race was modelled after the Nefilim,
they were big, burly and fierce, they knew how to carve into the rock, their
genes were spliced with the lion, their purpose was to mine the gold and do the
hard labor. These were the New Nefilim."
Zara
gulped as images of the raging Foreman flashed past her eyes, his wild violence
was much like that of a wild cat...
"But
because the New Nefilim were becoming strong and powerful, Medel had to create
a mechanism to keep them in place. He set out to design a slave that could
control the New Nefilim using fear. This slave had to supersede the new
powerful race, at the same time remain faithful and obedient to the Anunnaki
gods, whom remained faithful and obedient to him. Thus he began to break the
rules and use reptiles, it was these breeding experiments that gave birth to
Aquilla."
"AQUILLA?"
Zara gasped, suddenly realizing there was indeed a huge void in the mythology
books, no one knew where Aquilla came from, no one had even asked!
"Yes"
Nepheus assured. "Medel was excited by her creation at first, she was a
promising asset, a monster he would be able to unleash vast amounts of terror
from, a real dragon. There was just one problem. Aquilla was divided in
monstrous ways. Once she had unleashed vast amounts of terror she fell
psychologically ill inside her cage, saddened to death by the fear she had
instilled in the hearts she loved so dearly. A war broke out inside of her, her
Phoenix and Archonic spirits were so strong they couldn't reside together, if
the Phoenix Spirit didn't dominate her being, she wouldn't survive.
Medel
soon fell victim to her angry wrath and found her to be unmanageable, her fiery
breath was dangerous, she was melting bars and escaping her cage, nothing could
contain her. Although terrified of his own creation, Medel didn't want to
destroy her either, she was a valuable test subject, her wrath was useful, he was
certain he could channel it correctly. He kept her hidden in an underground
mine, heavily guarded with New Nefilim, trained to use torture and food to
subdue her in the safety of secrecy."
"So
Medel was a Creator god" Zara
was beginning to understand how it got so twisted.
"You
could argue that" Nepheus replied. "But Medel was no god, he was an
Archonic Star People, the Original
Nefilim who made him were now trapped in the dungeon beneath the palace. Medel's
flaw was that he was arrogant and that made him stupid. He was overconfident in
his abilities to subdue the monster and decided to terrorize the slaves during
a celebration in the Grand Courtyard by introducing her as a new military
weapon, the first of many that he would create to protect them from the
predators in the forest. The plan worked at first, the slaves were scared to
death of the enormous and terrifying monster snorting smoke and blowing red hot
embers from inside her golden cage."
"She?" Zara questioned. "I
thought she was a he."
"Aquilla's
a hermaphrodite, she's like the Anunnaki, like the Nummo, sort of" Nepheus
explained. "She gives birth unto herself. We refer to hermaphrodites as
'she's', she reproduces, therefore he is also a she.
Locked
away in the dark dungeon, Aquilla had never experienced the outside world, she
had a psychological breakdown after she saw her own destruction, the terror in
the eyes of all those loving hearts left scars on her soul."
Zara
felt a chill run down her spine as the storyline twisted it's way into a modern
world that troubled her so, mythical characters she had actually encountered,
she didn't want to believe any of it.
"The
beauty of the world Aquilla had been hidden from made her angrier than she had
ever been before. She erupted in a violent rage and blasted through the bars of
the cage in an explosive spectacle. The gods on the royal stage fled in fear,
terrified of her blazing wrath. But Aquilla was only after Medel. She leapt up
onto the royal stage and blasted him with her fiery wrath before everyone's
eyes, incinerating him to ashes on the spot. Terrified and in shock by what she
had done and discovered, Aquilla then bolted, she galloped through the crowds
of screaming onlookers and fled the city. She's been hiding inside Mount Ekar
ever since."
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