Episode X
Some must die so others could live. There is no real sacrifice without bloodshed.
She held the yellow piece of cloth about her waist high above her knees to allow her faster movement down the long passage to the stairway. Miss Juan tiptoed carefully in descend. Her right hand held onto the wooden support of the steps while the left was employed to keep her cloth from obstructing her quiet feet. She hurried down to the basement. She looked back as if someone called her name as if someone followed her. Sooner than she had expected, Miss Juan arrived at the exit of the basement. She was in the cold winter night outside the temple. She stood rooted to a spot, looked up onto the beautiful dark sky and admired her smartness in designing such an atrocious plot. I can’t believe it is going as planned; I must become a God tonight.
WHAT IS GOOD FOR THE GOOSE IS GOOD FOR THE GENDER. SOME MUST DIE SO OTHERS COULD LIVE.
A fierce smile beeped from her teeth and echoed on her face. ‘All must happen before day’ she whispered to the air and dashed off into the plains of Mountain Troodos upon its peak the Temple of Ishtar sat.
In the arigona cell, the man was drowned in total darkness. His hope of exit as part of his bargain with Miss Juan had started fading. Somehow, doubt began to fill his mind as the hours kept growing rapidly into a day. He wanted to slam his fist into the immediate stone wall but the fist only pushed the stinking air of dead bodies around him. However, there was a little voice in his body that seemed to reassure him that Miss Juan had not forgotten to release him to proceed with the impious design to make him a god. What if something happens in the plains, something terrible? Suddenly his eyes gulped so wide out of their sockets but the little voice told him to trust Miss Juan at all times. The voice promised him of the sand of his native land. I will free you before noon to perform a sexual act on my sexy body too. Miss Juan had told him earlier today.
In the plains, Miss Juan met with a caucus of three naked ladies of the AAC. Their nude bodies glowed even in the dark with oil all over. They were fully prepared to carry out one of the dangerous ceremonies yet sacred. Unknowing to them, they were to assist in the apotheosis of Miss Juan.
For centuries the AAC had given themselves away in the apotheosis of Kings all over Egypt, Babylon and so many other rich and influential men. Their services in recent ages had turned some Presidents of nations into gods; very popular of them was the apotheosis of George Washington which, later in 1865, as depicted in the fresco painted by Constantino Brumidi. The art was the eye of the US Capitol building’s Rotunda.
Miss Juan definitely wanted more. Right from the day she was installed as Most Perfect Chiliad she had had this dream of becoming a God herself, reaching the full potentials of her mind. She would be the first woman to receive the ceremony of apotheosis which involved bloody sacrifices.
Hidden in the woods of the plains was a stone altar. On the altar was an ancient sharp edge dagger known throughout history as the poniard. The same dagger had played different roles in many mystical schools. Most recently, the Freemasons adopted the use of the poniard in their initiation ceremonies. Across the world, the Freemasons use different sharp edge knives to represent the poniard. But in February 1730 during a meeting of St. John’s lodge in Philadelphia, USA the original poniard was pointed at the flesh of Benjamin Franklin, one of the founding fathers of America and very illustrious Freemason who wrote widely about the brotherhood. A small chalice sat on the extreme top left of the altar. A brown piece of cloth lay at the base of the table-like stone altar.
Is everything set?
Yeah, we are good to go, Most Perfect Chiliad.
With her right hand, Miss Juan beckoned the three ladies to follow her back to the temple. Walking in a tiny and long path through the plains, Miss Juan thought about everything she would become in just an hour. When it is the hour of high twelve, it will happen. A quick smile radiated her entire body but she didn’t want to appear contrary to what she had told the qadeshes. I need to sacrifice blood for the propitiations of the sins of the cult. She had told the naïve three months old qadeshes.
Inside the cold embrace of the temple’s walls, two ladies planted themselves beneath the winding staircase, talked in hushed tones and arranged themselves so tight that they could just fit into their small hideout.
Miss Juan and her caucus arrived in the absolute silence at the middle of the main hall. With a wink and a head gesture, Miss Juan ordered the first qadesh who had armed herself with a plumb rule to take a position at the south exit. The lady tiptoed to her location and hid behind a column. Miss Juan pointed to the north exit and winked at one of remaining two ladies. She held the level she had in her arms very tightly and hid. And the last lady took a den behind the Most Perfect Chiliad’s pedestal in the east, making sure she maintained a full grip on the heavy mould.
Miss Juan smiled brightly in the dark, vast hall. Assured that the ladies would do as instructed, Miss Juan then sighed and quickly ascended the winding staircase to her office.
Miss Asabea, in their small hideout, gave off a slight chortle. Miss Juan heard the faint chuckle in the quiet of the hall. She halted in the middle of the stairway and listened to the darkness with eager ears, hoping to catch some more. Her face struck with fear but her faith firm like a concrete column, Miss Juan shouted
Sisters at the East, South and North, who chuckled?
Silence. Dead Silence. And then again, this time in more solid voice she screamed
Are we the only ones awake, Sisters?
The south gatekeeper, the eldest qadesh among the three, responded across the vast darkness from her station
Possibly, it might have been mice or anything of less importance, Most Perfect Chiliad.
Silence is holy. It is almost midnight, the hour of silence when nothing lives, nothing breathes. It is called the high twelve and in the silence of the high twelve divinity meets humanity. Miss Juan whispered into the dark and heavy air, the echoes of her words hanged in the hall for seconds.
All the while, she stood rooted on the middle step of the staircase to make sure her words penetrated the emptiness of the hall and hit the hearts of her company.
After Miss Juan had gained the summit of the winding staircase and proceeded further into her office, Miss Asabea in an almost inaudible voice whispered to Louiselle
She must be crazy. Apotheosis, she wants to conduct apotheosis.
Louiselle, though was not bothered by the news, asked
Of who?
That’s why I think we should wait to see and know why she wants to perform such a complex ceremony without the assistance of all of us.
Their faint colloquial was interrupted by footsteps ahead of them. Louiselle by reflex covered the mouth of Miss Asabea. The duo listened to the footsteps very keenly. Miss Asabea pulled her hand up and showed two fingers to Louiselle to signify there are two people ascending the staircase. Even the ladies planted at the gates were very much alarmed. These sudden footsteps were not part of the drama Miss Juan had narrated to them.
About time to midnight she had said in the early hours of the day to the three ladies at the basement, this man miss Juan pointed her index finger at the arigonal cell from a respected distance such that the prisoner could see them but could not hear a word she said. The ladies’ attention was forcibly instructed to follow the direction of Miss Juan’s finger and they saw the man in the cell full of life. This man will seek an exit in the main hall where each of you would be hidden to protect the three gates. You would suffer him to pass you by striking his temple with the instrument you shall have in your hands so hard that the sudden impact must bring him to his knees. At each gate, the same ordeal must face him. The tallest among the three ladies, feeling perplexed, asked Miss Juan why they were to do such a murder and Miss Juan responded rather angrily but controlling her voice the cult is dirty; it needs a clean bath from the many sins. And how many times do I have to tell you this?
After the footsteps had reached the acme of the winding staircase, Miss Asabea reared her head like a sprouting bud from beneath the staircase and placed an eye on the steps so as to see the acme of the stairway. Choppily, she leaned back and resumed her former position and with her eyes burning, she voiced her confusion to Louiselle who couldn’t afford to be caught spying, so hand signalled to Miss Asabea to calm down. Miss Asabea swallowed saliva to calm her and then caught up again with her breath and said ‘a lady……’ she nodded in the direction of the acme but Louiselle could see none of Miss Asabea’s gestures and still encouraged her to remain as still as possible. Loisuselle asked expectably, Miss Juan? Miss Asabea shook her head lightly in the no response and said It was someone else. I couldn’t see her face but she was taller than Miss Juan. She performed my duty. She blindfolded a man.
On the long narrow passage to the strange room, one of the qadeshes whom Miss Juan had employed her assistance led a blindfolded man. It was the second time in less than twenty-four hours the man had walked this path in absolute darkness and silence. He remembered the voice of the lady who ushered him for the first time and a smile beeped on his face. A foolish wise black woman, he thought and gave a pompous smile and a sense of pride filled his head. He was happy to have played a very vital role in Miss Juan’s conspiracy. He was clever and important, so he thought. And after fucking the hell out of the beautiful Most Perfect Chiliad herself, I shall return home to fuck some more maids. I shall return home not as a prince but a god. I have waited for this moment, for this hour. I have paid dearly for this and I deserve it. The apotheosis of myself. The man had also come to the temple of Ishtar not to honour the honourable duty of sexing an incoming Most Perfect Chiliad but to secretly turn himself into a god. His impious design had prompted Miss Juan’s own conspiracy. He had brought too much gold coins to Miss Juan to win her conscience. When he handed the bag of gold to her in her office, he knew he had successfully paid the price to become a god.
The strange room was animated with so many paintings of sex deities on the walls. The arrangement was in every respect similar to that of the installation ceremony. Same white sheet, red rose flower petals, candles. But the hymn changed. It was Gloria in Excelsior in C flat that floated in the atmosphere of the strange room, it was magical and the power of the sorcery was so obvious. There were three distinct knocks on the door. Miss Juan smiled broadly and said to herself in a whisper just as taught, clever girl. She tiptoed to the door and opened it halfway and stood steadfastly on the threshold and asked
Who comes here?
A poor man of flesh and blood the lady responded in same undertone fashion as Miss Juan had asked.
His mission?
The lady halted for a long while fighting herself to recollect the next set of words, and then Miss Juan aided her attempt, having prepared……. The lady being prompted, she answered
having prepared his body to climb the 33 vertebrae of his own spine to reach the summit of his mind thus becoming a god of himself and enjoy in the everlasting glory of being worshipped as same.
Smiles stood in the bodies of all three; in Miss Juan it was the smile of a satisfied teacher, the lady smiled of self-satisfaction and the Man of the moment, of the words that flowed fluently from the lips of the lady.
Then let him be admitted in an ancient manner. That will be all, for now, my dear.
The lady gave a curt bow and left by the other way of the passage to the basement.
With the guidance of Miss Juan, the blindfolded man entered the room on his back. Miss Juan held his shoulders firmly and led him to a convenient pace from the bed.
In your recent position, what is the prevalent desire of your heart?
She whispered Light to the man and allowed several seconds to pass and then added repeat it after me, light. The man repeated the response Light and Miss Juan took the hoodwink from his eyes. The red light in the room pierced the eyes of the man like a sword. He blinked his eyes rapidly until he was comfortable with the rays coming into his eyes. He noticed that he stood in the middle of a circle within a bigger circle and both circles drawn with chalk. Miss Juan knelt before him and at the circumference of the outer circle, five black candles burnt and incense filled the air.
When she reached the outside of the basement, the tall lady took the sharp turn on the left of the arigonal cell towards the south gate where Miss Juan had hidden her special gift. I cannot better reward you for the service you would grant this cult tonight than giving you this one special gift which will be hidden behind the column of the south gate waiting for you to pick it. She remembered Miss Juan’s words to her earlier in the day. She felt the honour of serving her cult and the pleasure of pleasing the Most Perfect Chiliad in her head.
She arrived at the door of the south entrance which she found slightly opened. She paused dead at the forecourt and listened to the talking silence. Someone is here, she thought. She examined her immediate environment with anxious eyes before she dared to peep with her head inclined only inside the hall and the rest of her body outside.
Quickly and without warning, she felt a certain void in her body. Everything was dark inside of her. She lay on the lithic floor of the forecourt. Her face made up of her live blood oozing into the hall just after the threshold and the remainder of her body in the cold weather of the exterior of the temple.
The keeper of the south gate clenched the plumb rule and squeezed her face and then heaved a sigh. And suffer none to enter the hall, Miss Juan had told the three ladies with particular attention to the tall lady who was to guard the south gate. The tall keeper stepped a foot closer and stooped to have a curious look at the smashed face. Shock spread through every department of her body as she felt the cold bloody face of her only blood sister. I’ve killed my own of own, she lamented. She shook terribly and sudden anger radiated through her body. The anger transformed into evil energy in her body. She clinched the plumb rule even tighter than previous expecting to do more harm now, she couldn’t wait to break open the man’s skull and feed the early morning vultures in the plains with the pieces of the man’s head.
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