Synarchy Book 2: The Ascension Page 2

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  “Tell him what we found, Simone,” Lucien said.

  “Combined with what we remember…” It was still weird as all hell to say that. “…and the information down here, it’s all falling into place.” She paused as they both sat down at the table, and pulled her hair back into a messy bun. “The Anunnaki and the Brotherhood are about the same as you remember them, Vasco, and, no surprise, they are the ones standing in the way of us allowing the Ascension.”

  Vasco figured she would say that. Thirteen bloodlines, all fanatically loyal to their “Gods” and for good reason. Thirteen bloodlines with which, he’d known a lifetime ago, his own family couldn’t afford to war. “Tell me about the Ascension we’re allowing,” Vasco said.

  Simone motioned her head at Lucien who picked up his own notepad. It wasn’t nearly as organized as his sister’s, but he could read from it. “You’ll love this. Humans are Gods and Co-Creators of the universe.” He had to shake his head a little every time he read it. It was nuts, but so was lying between two pyramids and remembering your past lives. “I don’t really understand a lot of the details on this, but all that crazy metaphysical talk about multiple dimensions and the universe as a mind, and all being one, it’s all correct. Atlantis was actually a planet once, now it’s the asteroid belt. That’s what happens when a planet goes boom, a destruction we as humans caused because we didn’t ‘ascend’ correctly. Imagine having godly powers, but being an asshole so all you do with those powers are bad things. Quantum Mechanics, whatever that is, proves on a scientific level that intent creates reality.”

  Vasco stared hard at his brother. It sounded insane, utterly and completely. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t true. Still it was a lot to handle while still trying to deal with the fact that you’ve lived multiple lifetimes and aliens who could shape shift really did live on the same planet. “Understood, sort of. Keep talking.”

  “So, because of this failed experiment, per se, we tried again. Welcome to Earth. According to what’s down here--and I have no idea how the hell we got this information by the way--it’s actually the destruction of Atlantis that knocked the Anunnaki home planet into our solar system. Conditions were set to keep us from accessing our power until the time was right. That is the purpose of the elite and the Anunnaki. So, now the time is right, we’re supposed to be released, and get our knowledge back, but the powers that be are acting like a bunch of stingy bitches. Regardless, it’s going to work this time. So says everything I’ve read. Oh, and end date is December 21st, 2012.”

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  Kayla didn’t understand Marcello Terenzio. He had known she was not his; that she was an enemy, the bastard child of his raped wife, but he looked at her like he loved her anyway. She knew this for certain. He had looked at Demetrius and pictures of Amanda the same way.

  “Why? Why would you ask me…?” Kayla whispered the unanswered question into the rain that crashed down around her. The letter Marcello had written her was crumpled up in her closed fist. A father’s last request of his daughter.

  Except, she was not his daughter. Never mind that she loved him like the father he wasn’t. She’d never admitted that to him; she didn’t know if she ever would have.

  Kayla bent down to set the single red rose on top of the freshly dug wet dirt. Her head bowed, her dark blonde hair soaked and coming loose from the pins that held it back in place. She closed her eyes, fighting a losing battle against emotions she didn’t want to feel. She would disappoint her step-father. Choices weren’t given to things that were owned.

  “I’m sorry, Dad,” Kayla whispered. Her cell phone rang. She knew it was Caesar. She flipped it open. “Yes?”

  “Get ready to rid the world of your family, baby. I’m on my way home.”

  Kayla was not a Terenzio. She was a child of the Project, loyal only to the Brotherhood. “I understand.” Her face hardened and her fingers opened, Marcello’s crumpled letter fluttering into the mud as she walked away.

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  His eyes were not human, though they appeared that way when he wanted them to. Manipulation of the cells in the human body was so ridiculously simple, it was laughable that humankind didn’t know how to shape shift. This news angered him and his eyes flipped, exposing the reptilian irises. “What of the Terenzios?”

  “They continue as expected. Our insiders have found an Atlantean, a survivor of Rainbow City. They wish to bring him to us in exchange for full membership into the Brotherhood.”

  A serpent-like tongue flicked out of his mouth, darting across his lips. “I’m sure they do. Bring them to me.”

  “Yes, sir. What of the other Terenzios?”

  “Continue as planned. We will still launch Alternative Three ahead of schedule.” His hand extended, switching erratically from dark green scales to smooth white skin as he pressed the button to end the conversation.

  It would be close, but the Brotherhood would not fail. They had held control of this planet for too long just to give it away because the Galactic Federation claimed it was time. Let the vibrations rise. He didn’t care how many of the slaves, “awakened.” Let them think the planet would Ascend. They had tried before. They would fail again.

  A sharp knock came at his office door. It took a mere thought to return his eyes and the texture of his hand to their hidden state. “Come in.”

  The uniformed officer saluted sharply. “Mr. Vice President, they are ready for you now.”

  “We're villains, as much as we are capable of being heroes. When the moments come that we can we soften the blow of our sins, we've got to take them."

  -Stefano Vasco Terenzio

  Prologue

  December 20, 2012- 11:44 PM

  Vacherie, Louisiana

  Oak Alley Plantation

  It came down in thick heavy sheets, bulleting from the sky, drenching the ground that could only absorb so much before it leaked up from the grass, and quickly became the swamp that was so common in the area. The glare of headlights cut through the rain, illuminating the porch of the antebellum mansion that was now empty.

  Caesar climbed out of the car, whistling. He snapped open the trunk and stared with vicious glee down at Vasco, whose hands Caesar had taped behind his back. Caesar reached inside and hauled the other man out, half dragging him through the puddles of water, and shoved him in front of the stairs, facing the house. “I thought you‘d want to see it one more time before you died.”

  Vasco’s eyes traveled slowly over the elegant, old fashioned structure. It had once been her home, before she—

  His jaw hardened. A lifetime ago, he had made love to her against those columns, often after he’d shot a few people out among the centuries-old oaks. For a fleeting moment, his eyes softened at the phantom images.

  “You know, she and I had some good times here after you got popped.” Caesar grinned.

  Vasco’s eyes narrowed, jealousy and fury coiling hotly in his gut. His fingers fisted around the piece of glass hidden in his palm, and sharp edges cut into the tape and his skin, the blood washing away with the force of the rain.

  Caesar turned him around so they were facing each other. “I don’t get you, Vasco.” He took a step back, pulling the gun out from the waistband of his pants. “Why? Out of all of them, I never thought you would choose this.”

  The hatred in the depths of Vasco’s eyes was unhidden as he regarded Caesar. It was their destiny to be enemies, their agreement for this lifetime. He was fully committed to honoring that agreement. “Choice, Caesar,” Vasco said over the noise of the storm. “I never made anyone do anything. They always had a choice. You—Them—you take the fun out of the game when you take that choice away. But the better, less noble reason is I just don’t like you. Or your masters. I never have.”

  Caesar shook his head. “I’ll never understand you Terenzios. I won’t miss you, either.” The thunder growled, a flash of lighting exposing the malevolent gleam in Caesar‘s eyes as he pressed the muzzle of the gun against Vasco’s tem
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  Chapter 1

  "Some of the biggest men in the United States…are afraid of something. They know that there is a power somewhere so organized, so subtle, so watchful, so interlocked, so complete, so pervasive, that they had better not speak above their breath when they speak in condemnation of it."

  - Woodrow Wilson

  Earth Day – June 12, 2012 - Time does not exist here

  Babalon

  Galactic Federation Headquarters

  Unless this Council has forgotten, I am not obligated to follow any of your suggestions.” Enlil, Military Commander of the war-like race called the Anunnaki, dragged his reptilian eyes to travel over every form within the chamber. His nine foot tall body was draped in a shimmering red material that covered his tough, dark green scaly skin. A pair of short, black wings was tucked in against his back, and his head was reptile shaped with a serpent like tongue and razor sharp teeth.

  Beyond the Milky Way Galaxy sat Babalon, a great oval ship whose flawless metallic surface gleamed against the backdrop of space. Twelve races had agreed to come together to discuss matters of importance. Many other races existed in the Cosmos, and often visited Babalon but choose not to take part in any formal proceedings. The twelve races had decided to call themselves the Galactic Federation. Lately, the Federation’s topics revolved primarily around the planet Earth.

  The twelve representatives from each race sat in a circular chamber, the domed glass ceiling exposing the beauty of space. In the center of the room was a wide black pedestal made from the rock of Jupiter’s moon, Callisto. On top of the pedestal sat a small pyramid carved out of alexandrite, with a glowing cerulean rock forming its capstone. Twelve high-backed quartz crystal chairs circled the pedestal.

  “Enlil, you fight against forces you cannot stop,” Thoth warned. On his home planet Sirius, Thoth was known as a Dominous Gnosis, a master of many forms of knowledge. As correctly depicted by the Egyptians that he had taught hieroglyphics to, he was a creature with the body of a human and the head of ibis. He and other Sirians had traveled to Earth in the past to share and expand their knowledge.

  “You fight for no reason. Let them go brother,” Archangel Michael said. He, too, closely resembled that of a human except he stretched a good eight feet in height, and his physical form was a perfect harmony of glowing skin and taut, sinewy muscle. His gleaming purple eyes carried a deep wisdom, compassion, and fiery spirit. That spirit became quite apparent when in battle, for his white wings set ablaze when he was called to defend what he and the rest of his race known as Angels believed to be a just cause.

  “I cannot believe what I am hearing. The last time it was attempted to bring the full power of creation into form, we lost an entire planet, and my home suffered the repercussions. Now, you seek to try it again? And with man?” As his impatience and agitation grew, Enlil’s forked tongued flicked out of his mouth with greater frequency. “I will not allow it.”

  Beside Enlil sat a member of the one race that sided with him. The being had a small, thin body, but a very large, oblong shaped head, with no protruding features. Its eyes were oval shaped, lidless, and pure black. It wore no garments, and sat with its long, thin gray fingers wrapped around the armrest. On Earth they were called Greys. The true name of their race was Zeta. They came from several stars within the Orion constellation. The Zeta did not speak, but nodded on occasion in agreement with Enlil.

  “Nibiru is not the home of the Anunnakis,” Thoth said. “You chose to leave, Sirius. If you would calm your war-like ways and find some balance within, the Gnostics would vote for your return. “The Sirians were on a constant quest for knowledge. The Gnostics were their High council, the smartest members of their society and made all the Governing decisions.

  “We no longer have any need of your planet of thinkers who take no action, Thoth.” Enlil snapped.

  “You cannot prevent it, Enlil.” A soft-spoken voice echoed out gently from the being of blue light that hovered above its seat. It came from the Pleiades and had no form, except when it chose to make one, and that was usually only when it came to Earth. The Pleiadians, as they were called were made of pure light, often of varying colors. “They have raised their vibration to levels that have far surpassed what we expected of them. The Source will not be denied.”

  “The Source may choose another planet on which to conduct its science experiments. We will not relinquish our control on Earth.” Enlil slapped his claw like hand on the arm of his chair.

  “How do you think you will stop it, Enlil?” Another voice boomed in the chamber. It came from the Draconika. His name was Anataboga, and he was a gigantic winged beast. His long scaly tail was draped over the chair he was entirely too big to fit in. He was stretched out beside his chair, back legs that were much longer than his front legs curled underneath him. One short, three-clawed hand occasionally drummed on the stone floor, and his massive head rested on the other. Every time he spoke, a small cloud of smoke left his jaws.

  “A matter I will not discuss with you, Draconika.” Enlil looked over at the huge beast, whose body nearly took up one half of the chamber. “I put faith in no God, but the intelligence and strength of my race. That will prevail.” He rose from his seat and looked pointedly at Michael. “And may I remind this council that any interference with the plans on Earth will be considered an act of war against my race.”

  “As you know, Enlil, per our peace treaty, we may assist the humans when they call for us,” Michael said evenly.

  “Yes, when they are scared of the dark they have created. But you may not interfere with our plans.” Enlil hissed.

  Michael sighed. “I truly wish you would reconsider this course of action, Enlil.”

  Ignoring Michael, Enlil waved his hand in a gesture of finality. “Council, this topic is closed. May your travels be safe.” He laced his claws together and gave a short bow. A moment later, his form faded from the room. The Zeta said his good-byes telepathically and disappeared, too.

  When Enlil had gone, another Anunnaki emerged from the shadows behind Anataboga’s chair. A cane made from the trees of Earth was held in his leathery palm, and it supported his slow movement. A glowing white robe adorned his frame, coming all the way to the floor and covering his tail. A black sash draped over his shoulders and touched the ground, as well. The sash indicated his rank as the Supreme Commander of the Anunnaki. “He gets his stubborn nature from his mother.” The Council chuckled and Anu, continued. “I apologize for my son’s rudeness. He carries much fear.”

  “Do not apologize, Anu,” the Pleiadian said. We understand. It will be a good lesson for him.”

  “There is some concern that he may slow things down, though,” Michael said.

  “If Enlil succeeds, then he was meant to. I remain an observer to these games, Council. It is Enki, my other son who has chosen to be his brother’s opposition.”

  “I agree,” Anataboga said. “This duality will end soon, one way or the other. If the experiment is meant to happen as we believe, then at the time of Galactic Alignment, it will.”

  There was a murmur of agreement around the room. Michael sat in silence for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. My people and I will continue to protect them when they call from the darkness that they unknowingly create.”

  “We will help as we can, as well,” the Pleiadian said softly.

  “I have done all I will do for them,” Thoth said. The other races also agreed to do nothing but observe, for now.

  After discussing other mundane matters concerning the galaxies, and the great Interdimensional Traveling Vessel Races, the Galactic Federation adjourned.

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  June 12, 2012 - 10:00 AM

  Alcyone Island

  Dion Corporation Headquarters

  “This arrangement was dependent upon you staying close to Simone.” Dominic Terenzio-Fidelio was perched on the front of his desk. A perfectly tailored silk suit covered his round, Italian frame, and his short, fat fingers were loosely
clasped in front of him. Thick eyebrows framed piercing gray eyes that were locked on Victor Russo.

  Victor sat in the chair in front of Dominic’s desk, his hands tunneled back through his wavy, brown hair. “I know. Look…” Victor dropped his hands and looked up at Dominic. “I can fix this.”

  “She caught you fucking one of her whore friends. You’re lucky she didn’t have the balls to kill you.” Olivia Terenzio sat on the leather couch pressed up against the wall. Above it hung a Van Gough painting that she thought was both ugly and depressing.

  “Simone’s not that type of woman.” Victor said impatiently, glancing briefly in Olivia’s direction, then back at Dominic. “I can get her back. I’ll get her to forgive me, okay? I just need a little time.”

  “Time is a luxury we don’t have, Victor,” Dominic said, frowning lightly. “The whole point of you marrying her five years ago was so if it got to this point, you’d be in a prime position to feed us information we needed.”

  “Or be a real husband and push the bitch in the direction we wanted,” Olivia added before she pressed a long, thin cigarette between her full, red painted lips.

  “I get it okay? I get it.” Victor stood up, buttoning the front of his suit jacket. “Just give me a week. I know Simone. She’ll forgive me and we’ll be back on track.”

  “You better hope those good looks of yours pays off big time, pretty boy,” Olivia warned while her pale gray eyes took in his tall, athletic build. Victor was a handsome man, with a charming smile and a silver tongue.