Far Pangaea
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Episode 35: GOD FORBID
Science Fiction Sex Story: Episode 35: GOD FORBID - The time travel story to end all time. Just when you think you have read it all, something comes along that changes it up. Worlds will collide! Your greatest fears lie around every corner. Just when you can predict the future, you would be wrong. Join our PASTaways as they navigate uncharted territory at the Dawn of Time in hopes of finding a way home. At the very least a safehaven. God be with them! He might even tag along. Keep up Old Man!
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual High Fantasy Science Fiction Aliens Far Past Time Travel Magic Vampires Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Voyeurism Illustrated
“Dear God!”
Not only did Jack Ramse and Elle Franklin respond this way, others followed suit in other mannerisms. They were merely the first to recite it out loud. The ghostly Madigan Ridge voiced her shock via a deafening scream of sheer surprise as she hovered above them. High still in his colossal form Malcolm Brand thought it as he leered down from the Heavens. Even the Kansas City Kid herself cowgirl Greta Winston stood along side the elder Seth in his floating greenhouse.
“Seth? The black sand ... it’s returning to normal. Grass is growing! How is this even possible?” Greta darted her gaze about to inform the blind man of what he might be missing. Of course, he already knew. His plants had given him the good news.
“Eden is returning. God has spoken. Praise be to our creator.”
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Greta wasn’t so certain it was God. She had seen the Roman Centurion apply his blade to the ground. In front of Sabbath Black of all people. A vampire who should have perished the second the Sun shone upon her alabaster flesh. Yet, there she stood pretty as she pleased. In all of her naked glory. Her body shimmering as if crystalized.
“Yeah! Praise be!” Greta trailed her voice off with a glint of worry. “Praise he!”
Down below Antonaeus Gaicazar continued to praise Eve for her sudden reappearance. If not in physical form. The others could only acknowledge the possibility it was really her.
“Rise, Warrior! I know thee not. Still, I know a man of God. Your blade is surely gifted by God’s anvil.”
“He and his son. I have heard stories of this land. Of you and your mate.” The Roman remained upon his knee, eyes lowered.
“Her Mate, is here as well.” Sabbath’s voice turned masculine. “Given voice through this maiden of purity. Although violated of body through dark magic, she resists with nobility. We honor her for her devotion.”
“Adam?” Jack shook off his nerves. “Thee Adam!”
“As I am known. As God has deemed me.”
“It is an honor to meet the both of you.” Jack stepped up trying to process it all. “We are here to save our friend Cameron. He’s in there with you and Sabbath.”
“Yes. The talkative one. One of many talkative voices.”
“The parasites, symbiotes, whatever they truly are. They have been a big help it appears. How can we rescue Gaea and your children? The vampires we can rid you of. Sunlight will destroy them.”
“The sun is going down Jack.” Elle reminded him as the Colonel eyed the horizon. They had less than two hours at best before nightfall. Once the sun vanished the chances they might have to end all of this was going to get ugly.
“Right. Adam? Eve? Forgive me but we need to work on exterminating the vampires. Will our war harm Gaea and the Children?”
“We are uncertain. The prison they are held within has a very dark magic. It’s walls are coated in something that prevents their escape.”
“The dark liquid?” Elle pointed out! “Is it the oil?”
“I don’t think it oil, Eleanor.” Madigan responded, considering what she noticed in the meat locker. “I know what smeared oil looks like. What I saw looked more like paint. But, not paint. A dark non-reflective coat. If I had to guess I think the interior of that meat locker was designed to keep reflections away.”
“Vamps can’t see their reflection, can they?” Jack brought up, knowing a bit about vampire lore through movies. He used to love the classic Nosferatu before encountering the real thing.
“Not for the vampires. I think the souls might see their true bodies and might be able to...” Maddy was rapidly cut off from finishing her thought.
“Be reborn.” Adam posed a new reality through Sabbath’s vocal cords.
“How could they be reborn if their bodies no longer exist?” Elle narrowed her eyes!
“Whatever reflection they bear witness too can be taken over.” Eve invited herself out to speak. “I long to see my image in the water.” Long before mirrors that was all they had.
Rising to his feet Gaicazar moved closer to Sabbath. Leering down upon her he willed his life fiber suit to go from a deep shade of blue into a chrome like state.
“I give my body up to you in God’s name.”
Jack and Elle widened their eyes at his decision. This could go bad or it could be remarkable. Through Sabbath’s gaze he could witness a swirling fire within her eyes that was almost hypnotic.
“We thank you, Warrior. Yet, we cannot abandon this child. We were reborn inside her. Our children within that vessel have not been reborn. Only Mother Gaea! It was she that was manipulated by Lilith to inhabit the form of Lillian Black. A mother’s love even for her lost child unwavering. Lilith has deceived her mother.” Adam shared with them a bit more knowledge.
“So, is Gaea and Lillian lost to us? Can we do anything to save them?”
“I believe I know how.” Sabbath reclaimed her persona back!
“I’m listening.” Jack took investment in any solution.
“The Foundation Stone.”
Sabbath pointed toward the ground. Sorted glances amongst themselves the group contemplated even more questions.
“I can read your mind, Jack.” Madigan looked toward the Colonel. “Indiana Jones time. Be back soon.” Phasing through the soil Madigan Ridge went exploring.
Within the oil tanker Velchek, the fallen angel Verago lost his temper. As much as his hand attempted to clutch the light within the locker he could only grasp a hold over Lillian Black. Yet, try as he might he could not remove her from the meat locker’s threshold. An unseen force seemed to bar his retrieval demands.
“I must devour this light. Why can I not claim your souls?” He roared. his hand bursting into flame at Lillian’s touch. The light however was burning his flesh. It was then that he realized that the parasites had abandoned him. He was no longer invincible to harm, save for his siphoned bit of immortality to keep him from suffering.
“My mate has forbidden you from all things associated to the Holiest of Realms.” Lillian spoke out with Gaea’s voice. “You who have fallen from grace. You who are lost and shall always remain so. You who have not seen your errors.”
“I will not give in. Heaven shall be mine. Here on this world. I sense you now Mother of Mothers. My Mother.”
“I do not claim you. Release me.”
Sneering, he had no choice but to let her go, his grip retreating outside the chamber. Something she had just said gave him pause to think. All around him screeched the bed of vampires who were giving up their slumber to witness things for their mother Lilith. In what was interpreted as weakness Verago turned and stepped away.
Reaching an area of dozens of Lilith’s children he roared his distaste. With an unexpected fury Verago lashes out and grabbed six children in one hand, four in the other crushing them in a mass of blood and pulp. Returning to the opened door to the locker he reached inside and mashed their blood along the interior walls. Coating the substance along the sides. In doing so the light reflected against the disgusting interior décor.
“See me.” He splattered the back walls with blood. His refection faint yet enough. Gaea screamed as her children abandoned her. In a maddening frenzy of tortured light the six souls of Adam and Eve’s offspring vanished into Verago’s body. His hand clenching with triumph at their arrival. Glowing! Accepting them! They were each forced to embrace his evil.
“Ahhh! Cain! Brother killer! Welcome! I trust you will keep your siblings in check.”
Deep within their screams went unheard. Gaea was alone, save for Lillian. She would talk to herself. Even with blood masking the darkness of the walls her light was so much stronger. Verago forced to salvage his feast. Savor in its heavenly taste. Regardless, they were only morsels. Indigestion at best.
Deep below in the nest of Lilith the Mother of vampires allowed her fears to grow. She had felt her children perish the second they were crushed into bloody dessert. If not for the power of the Light and the walls painted by human slaves long before they were turned, they might have survived. The Light of Gaea reduced their physical forms to ash.
Her sorrow bordering on vengeance Lilith realized her own errors. She had believed Verago would follow her out of love. She should have known her own treachery would never keep him in check. Perhaps his true born child whom she was carrying might hold him at bay. In mere hours her child had grown. What was predicted days before birth might be hours away. This being, the offspring of angel’s fallen or not, had intentions of stepping away from his Mother. Never had she expected a birth to be so fast in its approach.
As she rubbed her belly smiling Lilith failed to notice Madigan Ridge drift by in the shadows, moving past her and her slumbering children of darkness. No scent. No noise. No body for sonar to pick up. No blood flow to sense life. Only death. Even if temporally!
Maddy flowed deeper into the caverns. The path leading as it did Verago to the meteor below the top soil. The closer she got to it it began to glow upon her approach. She realized this must be the Foundation Stone. It’s tender pulse felt even in her spectral form. There was life here. The beginning of all that is.
“Are you God?”
Outside Jack made the call as Cameron Scott’s persona claimed Sabbath. Convinced that if they were going to succeed in this endeavor then the light needed to enter their house now. Not a second longer.