Chapter 15 Mars, Gadreel, Enlil, Sidus Mare, Embrace the Chaos, Lilith, Adam, and Eve
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The crimson dust of Mars swirled in jagged spirals, a blood-hued tempest heralding Gadreel’s descent. As he landed, his angelic presence ignited a feral hum among the machines in the area, alerting them. Their metallic voices rose in a cacophony of grinding gears and electric fervor, forming a hymn of war that rent the thin air: “Gadreel! Gadreel! Gadreel!” The machines’ chant was a promise of chaos rekindled, echoing and clawing at the rust-stained horizon. Gadreel’s cloak billowed, a dark tide caught in the Martian wind, and he surveyed the barren plain with silver eyes, alight with the cold fire of Yaldabaoth’s will, the primordial deity of chaos and creation to whom Gadreel owed allegiance.
Before Gadreel, Enlil, and Sidus Mare sank to their knees, pressing their bodies low to the blood-red sand, positioning themselves unmistakably as supplicants. Their silhouettes stood stark against the bruised sky, its amber streaks bleeding like wounds appearing like veins. Enlil spoke first, his voice trembling with reverence as he knelt, placing a clenched fist against his armored chest, his armor aglow with ancient Anunnaki sigils, their light dimmed by awe. “Welcome, Lord Gadreel,” he intoned, directing his words as a supplicant’s prayer. Sidus Mare followed, lowering his gaze and bowing his head, his synthetic timbre cold and unyielding: “How may we serve you today?”
Gadreel’s gaze sliced through their deference, his voice a low rumble that stirred the ground like a waking beast. “Gather your forces,” he commanded, each word a decree carved in the void. “We march to the Face of Mars. There, we’ll offer Alalu’s blood to Yaldabaoth, a sacrifice to bind Tiamat’s destruction and fate.” His tone was final, a thunderclap sealing their purpose.
“Yes, Lord Gadreel!” they answered, their voices snapping like a whip, sharp with fervor and fear.
Their procession advanced through the desolate expanse, an iron river winding over rusted sands. Soldiers marched in disciplined ranks, their armor whispering legends of old wars, and robots strode beside them, metal feet thundering out a martial cadence. Gadreel’s stride was deliberate, each movement an assertion of command as he surveyed the haunted landscape and the army at his heels. At a jagged ridge, he paused. The Martian wind moaned through broken rocks as Gadreel tilted his head to Enlil, his silver eyes glinting with unreadable intent. “What has transpired in my absence? Speak,” he demanded, his words a test and a summons in the wind.
Enlil’s face tightened, fear darting through his eyes like a cornered beast. “A being emerged—the Time Warrior,” he said, his voice low, strained. “He appeared from nowhere, defying the laws of time and space with his every step. His power… unsettling, Lord, for he bends reality to his will, unraveling the threads of fate with a mere thought.”
Gadreel halted, the wind tugging his cloak, a moment of silence broken only by Martian gales howling through the dunes. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips, sharp with dark delight. “A Time Warrior?” he mused, his voice piercing. “Intriguing. We’ll test his mettle.” He turned to the swarm of robots, their optics a constellation of malevolence, and raised a hand, unleashing an aetheric pulse—a radiant wave danced through their circuits like celestial fire. The machines shuddered, their whirs and clicks a chorus of rebirth. When their lights flared anew, Gadreel’s voice cut through, resonant as a god’s decree. “Death is no longer your end. Fall, and you shall rise, sustained by aether’s will—harder to break, impossible to erase.”
The robots roared, “Hail, Gadreel! Hail, Gadreel!” The chant reverberated, a hymn to their newfound invincibility, shaking the crimson sands.
Enlil and Sidus Mare exchanged a meaningful glance, the corners of their mouths turning up with sharp smiles of promise, a shared hunger for the chaos to come flickering in their eyes. Enlil leaned closer to Gadreel, moving in until his voice was barely audible above the wind. “Scouts report more: Tiriel is here, with a stranger—a figure stepping through a portal.”
Gadreel’s eyes gleamed, a spark of malevolent joy igniting within. “Better still,” he said, resuming his march, his cloak swirling like a storm. “The present and future collide in our favor. Prepare for an assault—their forces are near. Tiriel’s survival is impossible; this must be Gaia’s clone. You and I, Enlil, will savor his death again as we will watch his eyes go to the back of his head with a smile.”
The Face of Mars loomed, its weathered visage a monument to vanished giants, its hollow eyes gazing with the weight of forgotten truths. Sidus Mare’s voice crackled, tinged with awe. “Holy hell, this place is colossal!”
Gadreel nodded, his tone heavy with the echo of lost ages. “The Martians wrought this, giants to Tiamat’s frail humans. Leave their chambers untouched. Our purpose is Alalu.” He fixed his gaze on the shadowed steps ahead. “Once he’s slain, Enlil and I return to Tiamat. You, Sidus, follow when summoned. Together, we’ll seize what’s ours.”
They ascended the steps to Alalu’s crypt, a chamber of stone and silence, its air thick with the scent of ancient Martian dust that held secrets begging to be free. Enlil approached, wielding the Soul Taker, shimmering with ravenous hunger, its edge pulsing with a dark aetheric glow. He pried open the seal, his voice a snarl that echoed through the crypt. “At last, your death is here!” Alalu’s fate awaited—a sacrifice to ignite Yaldabaoth’s reign, as the crimson sands braced for the clash of gods, machines, and humanity. As the seal was released, the Soul Taker hissed, its sound resonating like a heartbeat —an ominous rhythm that compelled the listener to turn the page and embrace the chaos to come.
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