Timeless Sands
Copyright© 2026 by Sonarflash2026
Prologue
As the prisoner was brought before her, Lillith carefully sifted minds. A priestess with
serpent eyes and deadly bite, feared yet often benevolent, she took few chances. Seated upon a golden chair, wearing a slender golden cobra crown, she was power behind the power, Queen behind the Pharoah. Both revered and hated, she was the ultimate justice, and the final arbiter of life or death.
The woman had already been examined, condemned for several murders. Bound hand and foot, gagged, the prisoner struggled in terror. Lesser priests laid her upon a red granite slab before Lillith. With due ceremony, the ancient one descended, Extending and revealing her fangs, stilling the woman before sinking them into flesh. Blood gushed into her mouth. Before realization crystallized, Lillith drank deep of tainted blood. Mind abruptly swimming from drugs that shouldn’t have been present, Lillith realized the depths of treachery.
Senior priests rushed in with their temple guards.
Even as darkness started closing in, Lillith activated talents which had preserved her on other occasions. Over centuries out of mind, numerous mortals had tried to destroy the one being they considered a demon goddess. Almost unconscious, she invoked powers beyond the reckoning of mortals in this universe and time.
Through layers of carefully structured subterfuge, she had once again been tricked, deceived and brought to her knees, but never to ruin. Before the onrushing host of armed men could strike, Lillith was stretched out on the floor, her body in stasis, shielded with powers unknown upon earth, insulated beyond the magic of Egyptian priests and wizards. Extradimensional technology instantly protected her. Stasis was invoked.
Daggers of Silver, bronze and obsidian shattered or bent, incapable of penetrating the invulnerable quantum shielding which enveloped her body.
Egyptian priests chanted their incantations. Maggi from Persia and Tyre wove their darkling spells. Though slipping deeper into a trance, drugged and poisoned countered by factors that saturated her other-world body, nothing could penetrate Lillith’s protective armour. Fuming red acid brewed from nitrate spilled over her intricate protection, dissolving a marble floor, noxious vapours killing or driving away those who wanted her dead and destroyed. She had become immoveable, a statue, like something carved of adamantine. When the air cleared, A frantic priest took the axe of a guardsman and swung at her slender, exposed throat. The bronze blade shattered. They dragged her outside with silken ropes, heaping faggots and charcoal upon her, soaking the fuel with naphtha oil. Flames roared, reaching high above courtyard walls. Lillith remains untouched, a goddess, invulnerable to their machinations or attempted destruction.
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