A Game of Gods: The End is Only the Beginning (The Anunnaki Chronicles Book 1) (11 page)

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The two men dashed into the corridor. A tall white man passed them, but they hardly noticed him, for they had an agenda. The corridor was deserted at this hour of the night. Over the past couple of years, most of the public places were seized and destroyed by radical groups that had taken over Egypt and Libya. Unlike other militant groups, which included the Egyptian wing of the dreaded IS, the Mesha mes-en saret were not known to the world. In fact, most of the Egyptians considered this particular brotherhood as a myth that dated back to 2000 BCE. The only things that existed from that era were the Pyramids and the Sphinx. However, the legend just like many others was passed down from generation to generation of those who settled in Giza, and most of them chose not to believe in it.

The Mesha mes-en Saret
or the
Army Born of Wisdom
, had been lying in the shadows for the last four millennia and the time had come to bring the real light onto this beautiful planet doomed by a misguided civilization. Tonight the crusaders in black had found their final sacrificial entity, and the countdown would soon run out. The sacrificial ritual to open the portal for the Anunnakis to ascend on Earth needed four things – the fertile bull, the holy cat, the sly crocodile, and the divine woman.

Each of the entities represented a certain quality, the bull represented fertility, cat represented the guardians of the underworld, and the crocodile was the symbol of the cold blooded nature of the Anunnakis. While the first three must be offered directly into the ritual fire, the fourth one is for the Anunnaki to seek pleasure upon descending on the sands of Earth. The blood of the divine woman must be dropped into the fire, which will ultimately open the portal and pave way for the Anunnaki to come out of the passage in which they have been trapped for four thousand years. The woman represented the weakness of the One the ancients referred to as the Gods, and they must conquer it.

They looked for a woman with the divine blood in half a dozen other hospitals in Giza before arriving at the El-Salama Hospital. They knew it was only in hospitals and medical centers that they could find the woman easily by going through the database of patients who were admitted there with the necessary blood group. Although, they thought that they had found success earlier that day at the St Mary’s Hospital, but later came to know that the woman with the so-called divine blood had passed away hours before they had arrived.

This was the last hospital to be searched in Egypt, and to their good fortune, they found their divine woman here. It was important that they had her before it was late. They just had 23 hours left for the sacrifice. If they did not get the necessary entities by then, the portal would close again and would remain so for another 4000 years.

The crusaders scanned the number painted on the door of each they passed and then one of them stopped in front of the room that had the following number-

٤٩

The other one stopped and looked at his partner in the eye.

‘This is it! Ammon, we have found the final entity.’ He said. His eyes were dark brown in color and they twinkled with an emotion of awe.

Ammon nodded and then pushed open the door and they stepped inside. There she laid, in front of them, on a bed like a breathing corpse- a woman they were looking for…

The Divine Woman.

32

El-Salam Hospital

Giza

Moments ago, a weary Captain Hernandez had seen couple of men dressed in black outfits pass by him. He looked back with little suspicion; nevertheless, he chose to dismiss them as some native visitors at the hospital. He had an important call to make. Little did he know that that moment of ignorance would result in a dramatic turn of events, for when he came back to the room, he found it empty. The patient, the woman that he brought, had disappeared.

He rushed out of the room in panic and went to report at the reception. The dark haired receptionist had his head down on the table inches beside an LCD monitor. He thought that the man at the reception must have dozed off, for it was late in the night.

‘Excuse me?’ Hernandez tried to wake him up.

But he got no response. The head did not even move. Driven by impatience, he shook the man’s shoulder. The man was cold as frozen meat. Desperately, Hernandez lifted the receptionists head from the table, and the face shocked him. The face was bleeding, and on the forehead was the source of the streaming river of blood- a bullet hole.

‘
Mierde
!’ The Spanish captain swore in his mother tongue as he dropped the head back on the table and recoiled in shock. He yelled, ‘Is anybody here? There is a dead man in the reception.’

His hands shivered, and with the trembling tendons of his palms, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed his friend’s number. The call was answered instantly.

‘Hussein… I … I …’

‘What is it, my friend?’ Hussein Al-Atrash asked.

‘The woman has been kidnapped.’

‘What?’ Al-Atrash bit in horror.

‘… and … and they have killed the receptionist as well. I do not know what is going on here. What kind of a hospital is this? There is no one around.’

‘It is Egypt, what did you expect?’

‘I.. I … do not know what to do. Shall I call the police?’

‘Are you kidding? Just get out of there. If you call the police, you will be jailed for life or stoned to death for the crime of admitting a white woman illegally here.’

‘What about the dead receptionist? What when someone at the hospital finds a dead man in the morning at the reception table? What when they see that room no 49 is empty, the patient and the man with her not in the place where they were supposed to be? Would not that bring enough suspicion?’

‘Hmmm… Well, I had asked you to fill up the registration form with proxy information, Hadn’t I?’

“Yes, I have done that… but…’

‘But what? What do you want my dear? Do you want to be brought at the Giza citadel, and be stoned to death by hundreds who hate people of your faith and race? You know how it works here… and it has only become worse since the radicals have taken over.’

Hernandez gulped in his saliva, and took a deep breath. He thought about the terrifying possibilities of being honest, but somehow he could not write off the concern he had for the woman.’

‘You are still thinking about the woman, aren’t you?’ The Egyptian asked presumptively.

Hernandez remained silent, but his silence struck the chord of affirmation.

‘I told you… that the woman would be a curse. Now, get out before anyone sees you.’ Hussein thought for a minute, while the Spanish captain maintained his streak of silence. Then Hussein said, ‘I will come for you, my friend. At Drushtum complex, be there. The place is about a mile from where you are. Get out of there… Now!’

The phone was disconnected by the Hussein. Hernandez pushed it back into his pocket dejectedly. He calculated the possibilities of circumstances that would rise if he chose to inform the officials at the hospital or the police. However, they were demeaning even to the insane. He decided to get out. He sprinted up the stairs to the room that was allotted to him, and collected all that had been strewn around in the attaché that he had brought with himself. Luckily, he was travelling light, he always did.

After ten minutes, he was outside the hospital gate. It was dark, and the earth was preparing itself for the darkest night in a thousand years. Unlike other people, Hernandez could see better in the lowest of lights, perhaps one of the advantages of serving in the seas for half of his life. He pulled out his cellphone once again and opened Google Maps. He took the dirty street and started running towards the West.

Under the ceiling of the starlit sky, the absence of the moon did not give much trouble to the man from Spain. The night breeze blew ounces of sand on to his face, but he had to keep moving until he reached the Dushtrum Complex. For the ancients, the stars served as the path guides, while the cellphone did the job for the modern man. Far ahead, he saw a glimpse of light. He was a good half a mile away from the hospital, so he slowed down. He tried to focus at the light source. A lantern and couple more dangling over a moving object. Upon careful inspection from that distance, he saw camels. Seven of them, and but six of them were mounted with men. It was difficult to see them, for they were dressed in a shade darker than the night. The unmounted camel had something whitish tied over its back, perfectly fit on the contours of its hump. Hernandez used his phones camera app to zoom in. Amidst the digital noise formed by the darkness, he saw an appalling image. The white thing on the camel, was the woman he had saved from Mediterranean Sea… stripped off her clothes, all nude and white as a lilac plucked off its terrain. The men slowly drove the camels off the road and onto the sand, they moved.

I will come for you, my friend. At Drushtum complex, be there. The place is about a mile from where you are.
His friend had said few minutes ago.

Get out of there… Now!
He had advised.

‘Lo Siento amigo… I am sorry, Hussein. I cannot give up on this woman…’ Hernandez said to himself and followed
the woman
.

The Pyramid of Khufu, Giza

As the bashful dark clouds shrouded the sky just above the Pyramid of Khufu and the Sphinx, Manav looked in the other direction, he noticed that the rest of sky over Giza was clear as glass. He looked further, and found smoke rising from the Southern side, and there was something burning on the sand near the Pyramid of Queens.

‘Is there anything that’s bothering you?’ asked Kun-Ha who was now on his paws.

‘Something’s burning there. Look!’ He pointed towards the South. Manav got up on his feet, fumbled once, and then started paddling across the desert with his feet. He had never ran so quickly on sand before, so he fell on his face couple of times. Five minutes later, he was standing at the spot, in front of the Pyramid of Queens, from where the smoke was coming. It was a plane crash, some kind of an army chopper and it had suffered severe explosion. The fire had settled down, only the smoke remained. Instinctively, he stepped inside whatever remained of the burnt aircraft.

He noticed three dead bodies of American soldiers, near the entrance. His stomach kicked him from the inside. He wanted to throw up, so he turned around to step out of the crashed chopper. Just then, he heard some movement from the right hand corner, there were two huge holes in the walls of the chopper and right in between he saw another white marine, a dead white marine. However, he noticed that this person’s body was showing slight movement.

Why the fuck is the dead man moving?
He thought.

He lit his cellphone’s flashlight and focused on the American marine. It was not just him; he was holding another person tightly, as if to protect that person from the explosion. He closed in and shined the light on the person’s face.

‘Pakhi?’ he said in a repugnant tone.

The woman moved slowly, as if she did not have much left in her. Indeed, she did not have much left in her. She slowly opened her eyes, a mild stroke of disbelief faded in and out of her eyes.

‘Ma… Maa…na…V…’ she chanted with a broken soul.

‘Yes… P…P… Pakhi…’ his eyes had filled up to the brim.

‘I…. I… thi… think…’ she tried to speak with lot of difficulty.

‘Tell me…’ Manav tried to pull her out of the dead man’s clutches. All the memories of yore haunted him at that instant.

‘I think… I am in…’ she inhaled a deep puff of warm air and said, ‘Heaven…’ and her head fell lifeless on the floor of the chopper.

‘Nooooo!!!’ Manav cried aloud, pulling his hair off its root. All those moments that he had spent with her in the past, all those memories that he had with her, came flashing like a red light beacon in his mind. He did not know how she reached here, nor will he ever know. Nor will she ever know that he had cried for her…

A drop of tear fell from his eye on her cheek. Too sad that she would never feel it.

‘Kun-Ha!’ he yelled like a mad man as he shook his dead ex-girlfriend off the clutches of the other dead man.

‘You should not be so much emotional.’ Said Kun-Ha from behind.

Manav turned and looked at Kun-Ha with eyes filled up like a baby who had lost its most precious teddy. He gathered his rage and asked, ‘Why? Why did you let this happen?’

‘What do you mean?’ The angel said as it floated at a good six feet above the floor.

‘You know what I mean. You could have stopped this.’ He stood up and looked into the eyes of the angel and questioned, ‘Where was your fucking god, eh? Where was he? Or was this part of his plan too?’

‘You chose this path, and it was part of your destiny.’ Kun-Ha replied calmly.

Manav dropped more tears on the floor and his feet. His eyes and face turned red with pain and anger, ‘Why should I
fucking
serve this almighty god, if he wanted to kill the one person who was dearest to me, huh… why?’ He asked.

‘Perhaps the facts that you had been strangling your soul for not letting it find closure. You always loved this woman, but your ego had an upper hand. You hurt this woman whom you loved and you also hurt your soul. For years you did not, you suppressed your feeling and it was taking its toll on you. She became a burden on your soul. On this path of destiny, your soul must be free from burden.’

‘She was not a burden!’ Manav spoke with clenched teeth.

‘Then why didn’t you ever call her back into your life, and when finally she came into your life yesterday… you shooed her away like an insecure beggar drives away a stray dog. Why my child… why?’

Manav could not respond to the angel’s question. He looked away.

‘You do not have to answer me. Just accept this as the will of the Almighty. Your soul’s burden has been reduced, it will feel the Almighty more efficiently now. Look out for signs.’ Kun-Ha suggested like a prophet’s archangel and turned around to move outside.

Manav took a step forward to catch hold of the angel’s wing when he heard a sound, of metal or plastic cracking under his right foot, or maybe it was glass. Something had dropped off Pakhi’s dead hands when Manav had shaken her body. He bent and picked it up. It was a digital tablet, still functional; he saw a paused video on the screen. Curiosity drove him into pressing the play button on the screen.

The video played from it was paused, ‘… Mesha Mes-en Saret are carrying out extra-terrestrial transmission on a daily basis since last month. Every day they are sending some sort of signals which we are not able to decipher, only detectable in traces by the limited resources we have. Our brilliant technology seems primitive compared to theirs…’

Manav was intrigued by the video; he used the time bar to rewind it. He yelled again, ‘Kun-Ha!’

The angel appeared next to the destined man and whispered with pride, ‘It is written for those who choose the right path… Everything is written…’

Manav played the video from the beginning.