Lilith: Eden's Planetary Princess (The Michael Archives Book 1)

by Robinson, C. E.

  “Those, who after some unspecified number of days of reflection upon the cross, provide us with no information, showing us their strength and courage, we shall honor them with a grand banquet for their loyalty to Prince Satan…”

  She paused deliberately, her silver eyes now boiling.

  “...after which, High Brahman Priest Hondel Diagon shall harvest their Ratna. All this Ratna shall be kept in trust by High Exhaulted Pundit Bramrishi Devarat until our dear Lord Smigyl returns from Salvington.”

  The Whore Kiena had vanished; it was now an enraged Lilith who held her full attention on Ziminiz. “You would come into our house, defile my inauguration, and then challenge my powers and authority as Eden’s Planetary Princess?”

  Lilith’s skin radiated silver. “Ziminiz, when I am finished, all of Eden shall be stripped of every robe, footprint, record, breath, odor… indeed, stripped of every memory of every single Cardinal’s existence.”

  Cardinal Ziminiz collapsed to the floor. With handless arms, he slowly crawled to Lord Smigyl and sobbed at his feet. “No, please, my Lord. You can’t do this. Please...”

  Lord Smigyl looked down at him and spoke slowly, clearly, and coldly. “You have defiled and challenged Eden’s Planetary Princess? A Planetary Princess who had been brought to power by me?”

  “My Lord,” Ziminiz replied with a quiet shaky voice, tears streaming down his face. “When your message arrived, I assumed that Kiena’s inauguration was a ruse to bring my Cardinals into Elysium. I thought you wanted me to destroy the Nazz.”

  Lord Smigyl was not moved. “I don’t care what your devious mind thought. You saw with your own eyes the puja I performed to her. And with my own eyes, I saw you chant your loyalty. Now you insult me by insulting her whom I have brought to power? You chant lies to me. You spit upon my sacred puja as if it were without meaning?”

  Smigyl shook his head. “So easily you forget, Cardinal Ziminiz. Your illustrious Prince Satan and I are blood brothers. Because I arrived before him in this last Creation, we decided I would be the one to lead the charge of righteousness against Stench. Of his own accord, he decided to be my lieutenant. He, unlike you, is loyal to me. I promise you, Lilith can do this...

  …and she will do this.”

  Smigyl leaned down and hissed as softly as a whisper. “And you, Cardinal Ziminiz, will travel to Jerusem and explain all this to your master in person.”

  Chapter 78

  Lilith

  The first stories in The Michael Archives, called Eden’s Planetary Princess, describe the many events surrounding my best friend, Kuko Kiena, 35,000 years ago, in those bizarre days upon planet Eden. After reading these stories, you will come to clearly understand why many still shudder when they hear the name, ‘Lilith’.

  It should go without saying, but I will say it anyway, that all of us still exist. We are alive and eagerly watching from the Celestial and Material realms to see how the End Times will play out on planet Urantia. As of this writing, my friends Kuko, her brother Castor, and many millions of my Nazz, are still bound within the flesh, unaware of their true identities, acting out their roles in this long, complicated play between good and evil, including those of us who serve as the buffers between the two. The many details of what will soon come to Urantia are beyond my comprehension. Moreover, what is to come is not within my jurisdiction. Luckily for all involved, what happens next rests upon the good and capable shoulders of our beloved King Joshua.

  After the battles for Eden, it would take many thousands of years for me to make an unexpected transition in Faith. King Ayasia tells the story of this transition, describing how my Nazz and I attempted to conquer the Thicyphers. That was the beginning of a series of events and circumstances more unexpected and bizarre than anything I could have imagined.

  The result? Today, I too, call The Blind King, ‘Beloved’. It was upon the Thicypher spheres where King Joshua introduced me to his Father, and I finally came face-to-face with El Elyon, The Universal Father, The Master of Havona, The First Source and Center, The Ultimate Creator of All Creators, The One God above all Gods. My massive ego melted. And, in a state of pure rapture, I shouted out, Allah Akbar! There is no God but God.

  The rest is history. When it comes to what happens next on Urantia, there are many things I do not know. There is, however, one thing I do know, about this, the great separation. Back then, the turning point on Eden occurred when we wiped the planet clean of the Satanists.

  Wiping planet Urantia clean of the Satanists will be our turning point in the here and now.

  —Lord Indra, The God of War

  Elysium

  Lilith stood on her pyramid, her left arm in the air, saluting. The ground shook as endless columns of Nazz warriors in their full battledress, goose-stepped before her. She watched for hours, mesmerized, amazed at what now played out before her. The entirety of Satan’s presence and power on Eden was about to be destroyed.

  A steady trickle of Satan’s Cardinals had already begun to arrive from Eden — a trickle that would soon become a flood. They were quickly nailed to crosses.

  As Kuko surveyed the spectacle, she reckoned the judgments she had just passed were as harsh as any ever seen.

  This was not the first time Kuko had been a commanding general, sending Indra’s Nazz into battle. Yet, this time was different. Every Overlord family, except for Satan’s of course, was in full support of her actions. She saw a remarkable sight. Sitting together at one table, sharing a bottle of wine, were Ma Meshabber, Queen Amphitrite, Isis, and Goddess Lakshmi. Lakshmi was sitting next to Rickey Reinhardt, holding his hands, their eyes locked together in animated discussion. Lakshmi becoming friends with an old war dog like Reinhardt? This is truly a day of miracles.

  Kuko shut her eyes, realizing she was quite tired and thirsty. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lord Indra approaching her. Lord Smigyl, Prince Daligastia, Prince Caligastia, and Count Ved Vyasa walked slightly behind him.

  Indra gestured magnanimously to his brother Overlords, who elegantly stepped upon her pyramid. Kuko lowered her arm and turned to greet them. A moment later, she took her leave of the Overlords, and descended the pyramid to take a break, sipping the cold tea the thoughtful Caligastia had brought her.

  She reached the floor, glancing up, and behind her. Her head spun when she saw five male Overlords standing side by side, each with their left arm in the air. With this group supporting her, Kuko was certain that very soon, everyone on Eden would decide not to challenge this new Lilith and wisely pursue more profitable schemes elsewhere.

  I wonder how the Valkyrie will react? Guess I’ll worry about that after we deal with the Satanists. Maybe, after Smigyl is out of my hair, Josie would even lend a hand. Nobody detests the Satanists more than her.

  “Brigade, halt,” General Archarzel Flosade shouted, judging precisely when Kuko wanted to cross the stream of Nazz warriors. In two steps, the group came to a perfectly synchronized halt.

  Kuko smiled and walked through the gap on her way to join the other women. She paused when she saw the distressed look on her friend, Archarzel’s face.

  “You know, Kuko. I’ve never been so upset and angry. Seeing you during your inauguration, looking so beautiful and happy — the happiest I’ve seen you in so many years. Then for a fascist patriarchal monster like Ziminiz to ruin your mood. Smigyl could have chosen an unknown, piece-of-crap jackass off the street, and Ziminiz would have been fine, just as long as the jackass was a male.

  “But because Smigyl’s selection was a woman, especially an intelligent, powerful woman like you, Ziminiz’s tiny little pee-pee just couldn’t deal with it. So I hope you don’t mind, but I won’t be standing at your side for awhile. All the Hijabs see it the same way. For us, this is a personal insult against all women.”

  Kuko glanced across the faces of her top female assassins. They were all burning.

  “So we’ll promise you this,” Archarzel continued. “This is going to be harsh. The Satanists have no ide
a what level of feminine wrath is about to hit them.”

  Kuko smiled and nodded with acceptance. General Flosade turned and shouted. “Million Hijabs of Ixchel. Forward. March.”

  And in concurrence, one million female assassins, every one of them perfectly loyal to Kuko, goose-stepped forward, their two million jackboots shaking the foundations of Elysium under the spell of their fury.

  Chapter 79

  Got to be Kidding

  Know your enemy. Know yourself. If, after accomplishing these complicated tasks, you are still defeated, then it’s your own damned fault.

  —Castor Mayhew

  Oceania

  Dearest Josie,

  I am sure you and your team have noticed the recent unusual activities within Elysium and the subsequent mobilization of our armies. I am writing to inform you that these Nazz actions are against the Cardinals of Satan within the Eden Theatre and against no other group. This action is in retaliation to the days-earlier attack against us by the Cardinals.

  Colonel Josephine Doulmahel looked up from the letter. Salecia stood unmoving, unblinking in her full diplomatic attire. One shoulder of Castor Mayhew’s black uniform was visible in the doorway. Josephine appreciated the Dek precision in his gesture — ‘I’m still here but I’m not blocking your exit.’

  Josephine reread the section.

  …within the Eden Theatre and against no other group. This action is in retaliation to the days-earlier attack against us by the Cardinals.

  For our continued mutual trust, I am inviting you to send as many neutral Valkyrie observers as you deem sufficient to assure yourself and any other interested Valkyrie parties that the Nazz intend no actions against any other Eden Theatre group.

  Josephine looked up again, glancing from Salecia to Mayhew’s shoulder. Just five days ago, Skillit believed Kuko had sent an assassin, and now Salecia and Castor Mayhew are right in front of me. This is too weird. Did I read that right?

  For our continued mutual trust, I am inviting you to send as many neutral Valkyrie observers as you deem sufficient to assure yourself and any other interested Valkyrie parties that the Nazz intend no actions against any other Eden Theatre group.

  On a different note, as unexpected as it was (I will tell you details in private later as it involves Guru Patanjali’s manhood), Lord Smigyl has selected me to be Eden’s Planetary Princess during his travels to Salvington.

  I am honored and humbled by…

  Josephine froze.

  She stared at Salecia for a moment. Salecia remained at unblinking attention. Josephine looked back to Kuko’s letter and read the sentence again.

  Lord Smigyl has selected me to be Eden’s Planetary Princess during his travels to Salvington.

  The implications were staggering. “Kuko Kiena is Eden’s Planetary Princess?” she asked out loud. Salecia considered it a rhetorical question, so said nothing.

  “Is this some kind of joke? Kuko’s just playing with my head, isn’t she?” Josephine asked, hoping Salecia would smile, or at least do something other than just stand there.

  Josephine stared at her for a moment. She glanced back to the letter, and then up again to Salecia.

  “Salecia?”

  Salecia looked down at her. “Ma’am.”

  “Salecia. Will you please just sit?”

  “Yes, Colonel Doulmahel, as you wish,” Salecia said as she found a chair and moved it to a more precise location near the edge of Josephine’s desk, pointing it inward at the correct Dek angle.

  “Call me Josie, okay? We’re the same rank, I believe.”

  “Sure, Josie. Of course,” Salecia replied, relaxing slightly.

  Salecia appeared to look straight forward as Josephine reread Kuko’s letter. Periodically, she scanned across Josephine’s face and desk. Had this been almost anyone other than Josephine, Salecia would have probably refused to sit, if for no other reason than to make the reader uncomfortable. One can learn a great many things by careful observation of an enemy when they are suddenly faced with unexpected news.

  Salecia casually looked around the room, studying the wood grain on the desk. She watched Josephine tap the desk with her ink pen. She liked the style of pen, she liked the art Josephine selected for her office. This visit was not about spying, but if Josephine was dumb enough to leave anything useful on her desk, she would consume it in one glance.

  Josephine rested her forehead in her left palm as she continued reading.

  I am honored and humbled by this gesture of good faith and trust between Lord Smigyl and Lord Indra. And although I am sure this will, at many levels, complicate our relationship, I hope we can continue to work together for the long-term stabilization and harmony for all Eden citizens.

  I continue to be your friend.

  Kuko

  Josephine rolled her chair back and slumped her elbows to her legs. She looked at the floor and then glanced back to Salecia.

  “What the fuck?”

  Salecia laughed out loud. “That’s pretty much what Kuko, Castor, me, and a few million others said.”

  Hearing Castor’s name made Josephine stand up. “Castor. Why don’t you come in here, too?”

  Of course, he did not move a muscle.

  Josephine looked down at Salecia. “Do I have to call him General Mayhew or something? Or is he just asleep?”

  “If you could figure out what’s going on inside Castor Mayhew’s head, you could defeat the Nazz overnight.”

  Josephine just shook her head. She straightened herself and with the stride of a proud Nazz warrior, marched forward, continuing seven paces past him. She stopped, made a smart left face, stopped, made another left face, took two strides forward, stopped, and came to attention, staring directly into his eyes.

  She silenced her mind completely and opened her senses, giving off no sign of aggressiveness. She marveled at his soft, light green eyes. None of the sharpness was there. Josephine knew Castor, just like his sister, had tremendous control over his eye color. Why did he choose this particular shade? And so soft…

  “Castor. I am deeply honored by your presence and I would very much appreciate your council.” She paused. “Will you please join Salecia and me in my office?”

  He gave off a slight, but noticeable change before he spoke. “Why, yes Josie. Thank you very much for the invitation.” Castor was pleased by how quickly Josephine had comprehended the many subtle qualities of Dek culture. She allowed Castor to come forward and take her by the arm, and then elegantly escort her into her office.

  Salecia had pulled three chairs into an exactly sized circle, at the exact arrangement this venue demanded. She remained standing as Castor guided Josephine to her chair where she immediately sat. Castor bowed, wearing more of a smile than Josephine had ever seen him wear. He gestured to Salecia to sit, and finally turned and elegantly sat on his own chair.

  “I assume you know my aunt, Elizabeth,” Josephine said.

  “Yes, of course,” Castor replied casually. “The famous Skillit.” He looked straight at Josephine, his expression changing ever so subtly, as if he knew something that no one else knew. “I do hope she is in good health.”

  Josephine did not take the bait. “Just five days ago she told me she believed Kuko had sent an assassin for me.”

  “Oh, yes?” Castor apathetically said. “If Eden’s Theatre Valkyrie commander is in need of some assassins, the Nazz would be delighted to lend her some. Especially so if it is to kill some of The Children of Luminosity.”

  “Kuko sent an assassin to kill me.”

  “Oh, I see. I thought Skillit had said Kuko sent you an assassin as a gift for your services. Well, I assure you,” Castor leaned back and continued, “as well as I know my sister, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she had.” He looked at Josephine with just a touch more focus on his face. “She’s quite good at it herself, you know. Kuko considers assassination a leisure sport. And because of the way she admires you so, she may well opt to kill you herself, just to make
sure, you know.”

  Josephine crossed her arms across her chest. She stared at Castor intently. Clearly, he was playing with her head as only Castor Mayhew could. When she crossed her legs, the slit in her dress fell open, revealing her knee and lower thigh. Josephine saw a hint of desire briefly cross Castor’s face as his eyes glanced at her cream-colored leg.

  It took her by surprise. She quickly continued to talk, hoping her surprise was not too obvious. “Castor. I know all about your sister’s skills at assassination. If you recall, I know a few good assassins myself.”

  “I don’t doubt that at all. Still, the only two who would know would be Kuko and the assassin. I doubt she would even tell me about such a bold plot for at least several thousand years.” He seemed to sigh without sighing. “Quite possibly, the assassin doesn’t know either. She is quite the master at programming Nakshatric Blankets.”

  Josephine put her left fist to her mouth and puffed air through it, looking around the room as if lost in thought while at the same time carefully helping her dress rise just the slightest touch higher. Why Castor, you old letch, she thought as the sparkle in his eyes grew brighter.

  “Anyway, it seems strange to me,” Josephine continued quickly, “that Skillit told me Kuko had sent an assassin, and just five days later, you two show up in my office.”

  “Alas, yes,” Castor sighed heavily. “Serendipity. So easily, we see causality where there is none. It’s been my experience that the more the individual is personally involved, the more difficult the task to separate out the causality from the serendipity.”