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Hashtag Isis

Hashtag Isis

Together we could build an empire

Destroy the world

Kill It with fire

Make me the object of your desire and

I could take you to new heights

Take you higher and higher

But you gotta worship me

Make me your number one fantasy

And don’t believe the lies about me

Because half of these nobodies know a damn

thing about me

I’m old as destiny and all you gotta do is

Fulfill me and I will treat you like royalty

But believe me if you ever cross me

Think twice

I’m not from this world you see

I built my kingdom on the sands of time

Made a king a Pharaoh to rule a world that’s mine

Never forget who got this

#Isis

I play to win I play for keeps

There is nobody better than me

Countless temples raised in my name

Even Osiris knows I’m a force when it comes to this game

There is no limit to the force I can bring

In the history books my name is equal to that of a King

From the Books of the Dead to the Temple’s Prayer

I grace the universe with only that Isis Flair

I’m a goddess; queen of life

Destroyer of the damned

I bring the light, the fire

You cannot fathom who I really am

I built Kingdoms on the sands of time

And I can take back the world

That has always been mine

Adore me you will be rewarded

With unlimited capabilities

Hell, you can even sit next to me

Fall from my grace

And I shall wipe out your entire line of mistakes

I can make the world your throne

If you worship me and me alone

The stars in heaven even sing my name

Remember I’m a goddess

Don’t you forgot who got this

Hashtag Isis

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An Excerpt from Nubia Rising: The Awakening: Oblivion

Sitting on high in the second ring of Heaven, she sat and watched the very first Destroyer smile for the first time in ages as she met with the wise queen. And so everything was coming to pass…everything except for her purpose, whatever it may be. To be the only female angel out of a countless number of males wasn’t easy. She was treated as if she was a rare and sacred scroll; however, there was nothing about her that she deemed worthy enough for all of this care and concern. She wasn’t a warrior like Michael or a messenger like Gabriel, or a healer like Raphael. She wasn’t wise like Raziel and she definitely wasn’t blasphemous like the unnamed one. During the First War in Heaven, Michael secreted her away in the third ring and told her to stay there until those who did not belong were casted out. She was not allowed to enter the earth plane for no reason whatsoever; not even to help the poor helpless humans who called out to the heavens every second of every minute.

She had had many talks with Gabriel about her existence and how her lack of purpose made her feel useless; and the sequestering didn’t make it any easier. Gabriel was always patient with her and understood her plight, and he would remind her that just because her purpose had not been revealed to her did not mean she was without one. She wished that she was brave like Michael and thought that maybe if she were, she could go into the earth plane and prove her worth, but the thought of battle frightened her. The only thing her Father told her was that it was not time yet and to just keep watch over the humans and when the time came, He would let her know. Oblivion was her name, and Raziel, during one of his rare appearances told her she was one of the universe’s best kept secrets whatever that meant. He refused to elaborate and simply went on about his business in the higher rings of Heaven. Michael would just smile warmly at her before pointing something out in the earth realm that she should pay attention to and then disappearing.

So much had occurred since the Creation of Man and the Fall of Man and now that a destroyer was finally on the planet, Oblivion was excited to watch how this young woman’s life would play out. Those demon-gods were surely in for it, and the unnamed one and his minions would be busy trying to come up with a counter attack. Mankind had already been plagued with physical diseases and illnesses, and a variety of spiritual attacks but with the gods’ ability to attack humans both physically and spiritually in a tangible way brought tears to her silver irises. Supernatural abominations were beginning to manifest into existence and wicked humans were tapping into spiritual realms that only the most brave and strong warrior angels could venture into. Everything was out of balance, but somehow that was a part of the Divine Plan.

She stood to her full ten foot height and stretched out her silver magnificent wings. She thought about her fallen brothers, not those who are now in league with the unnamed one but those that have taken refuge beneath the waters to avoid the final transformation from a heavenly being into a demon of darkness. She could feel the pain that they endured and hoped that their Father would forgive them. Unfortunately, all heavenly beings knew that once one fell from Grace there was no coming back. Ever. But, those that have decided to remain steadfast despite knowing the ramifications of their actions still held on to something that angels such as Gabriel and Raphael worked hard to restore on the earth plane: hope.

As Oblivion stood there in the ethereal planes, completely lost in her thoughts, one of the Seraphim, the most highly ranked of their kind approached her. Their light, being that they serviced the Most High directly was so bright that whenever they made appearances, they displayed themselves as nothing more than a glowing orb, because even another angel could not tolerate their normal presence. The Seraphim glimmered down to where she was faced to face with it; and in its voice which sounded like a thousand voices at once spoke to her with growing excitement. “It is almost time for your destiny to be fulfilled dearest one,” it said to her, its voice ominous with the sound of many. “You have been kept safe here in the Heavens, barred from the earth realm with good reason. The Most High says that it is time for you to know the truth of who you are…”the Seraphim continued. “And what may that be?” Oblivion asked, confused and extremely intrigued and excited. In all of her millennia of existence, she was finally being called to action; to be of service, to be something more than just…her. “You are very special my dear and the Most High kept you heavily guarded for knowledge that had your existence been discovered before its time, the balance of Light would have been tipped to favor that of the darkness.” “But Seraphim,” Oblivion began, her silver eyes filling with silver tears. “How am I special? I am not brave like Michael, nor do I have special healing abilities like Raphael, and-““Ssssshhhhh, dear one you must not speak that way, especially given who you are. Everyone’s role is important and highly valued by The Most High; but He has made you in a way like no other. You are what your name says you are: Oblivion.” “And what does that mean?” The Seraphim at first said nothing. It appeared to be frustrated with her lack of understanding and self-doubt. “You, along with the Destroyers are the Unnamed One’s worst nightmare. Inside you lies the power to destroy the immortal. Just as the sun rises to face the shadows in the east, Michael will escort you through Orion’s belt. There you will collect star that shines the brightest and cast yourself into it. Michael, then will from that star make the greatest sword known to the histories of creation and will then hand you, as the sword to the Destroyer, and you and she will do great things.” The Seraphim was so excited about her fate and its role in delivering the message that it was beginning to burn so brightly, Oblivion had to cover her face. “So I will become a sword…”she said flatly. “Ah yes,” the Seraphim continued to burn. “A living sword. You are a weapon. Your very design is to destroy darkness. No harm will come to you, but you my dear will smite all that come against the Destroyer.” “And what would happen should I fall into the wrong hands?” Oblivion asked softly. “Do not fret. The entire company of Heaven would come for you if that were to happen, but that will not come to pass. When not in the Destroyer’s possession you will remain invisible to the human world. Darkness will always be able to sense your presence because of the unnamed one’s genealogy, however, you cannot be destroyed. When on earth you will not be able to reveal your true self; only the Destroyer will know just what you are. You will be able to communicate with her and when she needs you, she will summon you. However, I must warn you Oblivion, while in the earth plane, you will be able to sense your fallen brethren-those that reside in the lost pyramid of Atlantis and by Heavenly Edict you are NOT to communicate with them whatsoever. Their verdict is still in question. Are we clear?” Oblivion nodded her head and with that the jovial Seraphim was gone.

Oblivion stood there, too many emotions she wasn’t used to flowed through her ethereal body like electricity. She was excited, frightened, confused, sad, and a number of other things, all at once. Time moved differently in Heaven than it did on earth; so she wasn’t sure exactly when Michael was coming for her, so she unfolded her silver feathered wings with a wingspan of 10 feet and stretched them out. Perhaps she and the Destroyer could be good friends…Friends. That was something she had always wanted to experience. Michael, Gabriel, Zadkiel…they were not her friends, though she loved them dearly. They were her brothers and her protectors. Maybe she and the Destroyer could talk about things, other than Heavenly affairs; things like their favorite colors and sounds and what they liked most about the earth. Maybe she could teach her things about the earth and what it’s like to be what she is…or maybe she could just be that friend that gives good advice. Oblivion smiled at the thought. She couldn’t wait for her favorite Archangel to return. She was finally needed.

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The Begining: The Annunaki and the Legend of the Destroyers

Part I

The Beginning-The Annunaki and the Legend of the Destroyers

“All shall be afraid, and the Watchers be terrified.” The Book of Enoch 1:5

Eons ago, when the earth was new, perhaps many a generation after the fall of Adam and Eve, a large group of Celestial beings; or simply put ‘spirits of a higher realm” descended from the Heavens in hopes of living on the earth plane among humans. However, after Adam’s fall from Grace, humans became viciously carnal and cruel and it appeared to the newly arrived visitors (whom were later identified by the Babylonians as Annunaki) that they were abandoned by the Creator. In truth, the Creator did not abandon the human race; he was saddened by all that had transpired between them and the evil Serpent whom had taken control over the earth and leaving humans to his mercy. Disturbed and disheartened by the chaotic and unpleasant nature of the earth beings, in an attempt to return earth to its natural order, the Annunaki used the four elements of nature and bound it to the spirits of men; gods of an almost infinite variation-gods of fire, gods of dream, gods of death and destruction, chaos, love, the sky- were created. Shortly thereafter, the Annunaki enlisted the help of humans to build a great city which is known today as Atlantis. This great city was to be a Mecca for other Annunaki who had yet to descend. However, the longer the Annunaki remained on the earth plane, the more sinful and vain they became. They began to indulge in pleasures of the flesh and began to mix with both human men and women. They soon claimed the credit of creating mankind, and forced the humans to build temples of worship for them and for the gods they created. In response to not only the behavior of the humans and the idolatry but to the blasphemous teachings of the Annunaki, God swept the earth with a great flood killing every living thing, except for whom the Bible spoke of in the Book of Genesis: Noah and those that were protected in the Ark. Atlantis was gone. Saddened and incredibly humbled, the Annunaki, the Fallen Angels as they are now known decided that it was time to depart but they were not allowed to return to the Heavens-at least not until they put right all that they have done, including creating the deities who had already begun to wreak havoc on mankind. Unfortunately, the Fallen Ones were now forever divided, many of them taking refuge under the wicked wings of the Serpent with a promise to rule over mankind. There were only six out of the thirteen fallen angels that had originally descended that remained steadfast to their vow of restoring the balance of nature, and overtime,  these Annunaki scoured the earth searching for humans would later on become slayers who would top ALL slayers: Destroyers.

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“I will help you if you help me…I need the key…” He released her and watched her as she stumbled forward gasping for breath. “What key?” He demanded. “You know me Osiris. I am a descendant of the Angel of Death and a former High Summoner Priestess. I need Oblivion, the sword is the Key to the Garden of Eden,” she coughed. “In the Garden of Eden  is a weapon, a weapon so powerful that the reason why it is called a weapon is because it can turn back time.” “How do you know this?” Osiris inquired. “Because I have seen it; I have touched  it…if I can access this weapon you can get your wife back.” “And what will you get from it?” Kalima stopped coughing long enough to smooth her hair out before answering. “I get my life back. Do we have a deal?” She extended her hand  for him to accept her bargain, and without thinking, he accepted. “Now, tell me more,” Osiris began, “ about how I can exact my revenge on those…Destroyers.”- Kalima and OsirisimagesF55ANN8N Isis and osiris

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Nubia Rising: The Awakening Sample Chapter #5

Chapter 24

Standing next to the twenty something year old medical doctor, a former foreign exchange student from Germany made Lilith want to hit something. It took everything in her to not bite this man’s head clean off, but she forced herself to remain composed. For all of his intelligence, the bastard was as arrogant as they come and equally as stupid. He knew exactly who she was, for he was a descendant of the Astor family, a family whose existence had been based solely on the OFF; and whose founding father had met his untimely demise in the privacy of his Swiss Mansion. Lilith had killed him, and what a glorious death that was. And now, here she stood with his great-great-great-great grand- nephew? Just like his great uncle, he was foolish to think that she would allow him to sit at the highly coveted New World Order table. Yes, she was recruiting, but there was a certain standard of evil and deceit that she was looking for; and even though arrogance was attractive, it wasn’t enough. And as soon as she was done with him, he was going straight to an early grave.

They stood side by side next to one of the many hospital beds of a condemned New York asylum, where fifty of her “vampire” offspring laid unconscious and awaiting to be awakened. Due to his family’s influence, the young doctor had managed to keep city officials off of his back regarding his usage of an asylum that was no longer functional; and no one had dared to question what he needed all of the hospital equipment he had taken from several of the hospitals in the New York area in which he worked. The equipment mostly consisted of beds, monitors, IV bags, syringes, and things from the lab. The current “patient” that they were monitoring was a teenaged runaway: a tall strawberry blonde with green eyes and a sneaky grin. A wanna-be bad ass who at 15 who had run away from her drug addicted father and alcoholic mother of five. When Lilith found her, she had just finished dancing at an afterhours strip joint trying to earn a buck to feed herself when an overly intoxicated patron had snatched her as she was leaving and attempted to take what wasn’t rightfully his. The girl had put up a good fight, but it wasn’t enough to dissuade a six foot, two hundred pound drunken monkey whose idea of a good time included raping a minor. Lilith and Anastasia had been inside the club, surveying the scene and enjoying the sights, sounds, smells and tastes of lust, greed and other vices when Lilith had heard the girl’s cries. Lilith left Anastasia alone while she came out to investigate and at first looked on with excitement as the girl kicked and screamed and even bit the man. She even chuckled as he howled in pain, but something struck a chord in her as she watched the man’s anger intensify and as he proceeded to beat the girl until she was barely able to speak. And when the moment of truth came, when his pants were unzipped and the reason for this violent offense had slammed hard into its goal, Lilith decided enough was enough. She couldn’t wait to torment his soul for the rest of eternity. And one thing the mythology stories were right about was the fact that Lilith was a vengeful spirit, and she would see to it that this young girl would have her revenge. She emerged from the shadows and grabbed the man by the back of his neck and like a bag of trash she flung him into a nearby dumpster. She made sure to not throw him so hard that he would have died in the process but she made sure that he was hurt-bad. Lilith summoned Anastasia to come outside and once she did and saw the bloodied and beaten girl Anastasia cried out. Kneeling beside her and gently raising her head, Lilith examined the child and made the decision on just how the girl could get her revenge. “Do you want to exact revenge on the bastard who did this to you?” she said to the barely conscious girl, who mumbled something unintelligible. Lilith took that as a yes. “I can give you the power to become all that you want to be. You will no longer have to fear becoming the prey when you will become the predator. You will no longer have to fear being viewed as one of the weak, for you will be strong. No one will hurt you ever again. And when you are healed, I will personally bring you to this very spot where you will have the opportunity to kill the man with your own two hands who did this to you. Do you want my help?” The girl had not been able to fully answer because she passed out from the pain. Lilith glanced at Anastasia who was taken aback by Lilith’s rare display of mercy. “Why so shocked Anna?” Lilith mused. “I can be merciful…besides she would be perfect. This is a perfect recipe of disaster to make a perfect vampire. Revenge will give her purpose. And, she will have me to thank.” “So what shall we do with her?” Anastasia asked. “Hmmm,” Lilith began. “Well, her injuries are extensive and if I attempt to do a hell travel transport with her, her blood will make it very difficult if not impossible to make it through. Go get the car. We can’t take her to a human hospital because they will involve outside authorities and I am not in the mood to commit a serious massacre. I have other shit to do. I can heal her myself and then, well we shall have the first of my vampire army in hundreds of years…”  A few moments later, Lilith heard a loud screeching noise as Anastasia pulled up to the curb, in an all black 2013 Mercedes Benz, and got out the car to open the side passenger door for the girl to go inside. Lilith lifted the girl with ease, and carried to her the car, in which she gently laid her against the cool leather seating and slammed the door.

And now, many months later, Lilith stared down at one of the many social outcasts she had turned into the living dead, boiling with silent rage that she couldn’t awaken them to wreak havoc on the human populations; nor implement her own strategic planning in preparation for the final battle against heaven. No, she had to put everything on pause until this whole Isis and the gods situation was taken care of. The entire company of hell was in an uproar, especially her “business partner”. He was growing impatient. His anti-Christ was ready to be put in place. He had spirits of all levels of hell influencing the humans; placing jealousy, larceny, hatred, lies in the hearts of man. From the very pits of Tartarus he spewed forth every disease imaginable, even creating new strains to affect generations of mankind; famine was beginning to run rampant, not only in the cursed dark continent of Africa but in other parts of the world too. He instructed some of the Fallen to go out into the world and implant lies that would appear to date back as far as the ancient Jerusalem days regarding the Messiah as was recently found in what is known as a missing book from the Bible, the Gospel of Judas. The unnamed one had been working tirelessly throughout the ages for since the First War in Heaven, when he and a hundreds of thousands of others were cast out; and now that the day was quickly approaching, the last thing any of them needed was a bunch of power hungry gods and goddesses challenging them, the Lords of Darkness for their positions. And if Isis and that mongrel of a husband of hers was successful in harnessing that Atlantean energy, well Lilith would be groveling at her feet again. Speaking of Atlantis, she still didn’t know much about it, which was why her babies would have to stay “asleep” until it was time. The Fallen were busy searching for the last remaining gods and exterminating them, hoping to appease the Beast. And what a beast that bastard was.

The dank darkness of the condemned asylum was a perfect hiding place for evil. The vibrations of the last group of tormented humans who, by medical standards had been declared “unfit” for society still permeated the air. She could still feel the ice cold tremors that fear provided; she could hear the echoes of screaming patients forced to endure lobotomies and other forms of torture in the name of medicine. Some of her favorite demons still patrolled the halls, existing in their true forms which was disfigured, and grotesque shapes. There were no windows in this particular section of the institution, which added to her favor. Now that these humans were fully turned vampires, even in their unconscious states, sunlight would incinerate them immediately. The doctor, ran his fingers through his sandy brown hair, while studying the clipboard in the other. Like his great-uncle, he was tall, standing well over six feet, with broad shoulders, and because he was a proud gym rat, his constant work outs left him with a well muscled and fit body; and if Lilith hadn’t been so busy with her own evil plans she might have taken him on as a lover. But then again, maybe not. That would have shot his ego into another world, and then she would have had to kill him prematurely. “Well everything looks good,” he said, still staring at the clipboard. “Their heart rates are much faster than a normal humans, and-“”And the transformation cannot be complete until they have had blood.” Lilith interrupted coolly. “Well, I can order a large shipment of blood packets,” the doctor replied and for the first time since they set foot into this place taking his eyes away from the clipboard and onto Lilith. As usual, Lilith was dressed to the “T” in an expensive black pants suit and matching Fendi heels. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a bun and of course her make-up as always, was perfect. Even though make-up wasn’t something she needed. He was impressed and could only hope that she was impressed with him and would save him a seat at that coveted table of hers. “They don’t need blood packets Alexander,” she said, examining her long red painted nails. “They need blood from an actual source. A living, breathing source. When the time comes, I need for you bring me at least a hundred warm bodies to feed my children.” Alexander stared at her in shock. His eyes widened in fear and disbelief at her demand. “A hundred victims? How the hell do you suppose I accomplish that?” “I don’t know,” Lilith said without an ounce of concern. “Figure it out. You are the doctor. Tell some of your patients that they have cancer and send them here for “treatment”.” Lilith laughed. “But-“”No buts, you want a seat at my table then prove it. Be grateful that I am at least giving you some time to figure it out and get it together. But I do need at least a hundred humans. I will call you when I am ready for the delivery.” And with that she turned on her heels and headed straight down corridor to the side exit. “Don’t forget to lock up!” she shouted behind her, leaving a very well respected doctor alone with 50 sleeping vampires.

Anastasia was waiting outside on the steps of the three story building that was once an asylum when Lilith emerged appearing to be pleased with the state of her affairs. “Now what my queen?” Anastasia greeted her, when Lilith had finally approached her. The sun was high up in the sky, even though the temperature was freezing. There was a soft blanket of snow left over from the other night, of course neither Anastasia nor Lilith were affected by it. “Well, cold weather does bore me,” Lilith began, winking at Anastasia who was dressed in her favorite 19th century garb: peasant dress topped with a ragged petite coat and knee high boots. “You did do as I asked?” Lilith continued. “Yes milady, I did. The other nests are as they should be. Just awaiting your command.” Anastasia answered quickly. “Good. And have you managed to put a tracer on Trenton? I have not heard from that little scoundrel in days…not since he decided to rescue his matron of worship…” “No, I have not. But I theorize that he may be hiding in one of the many Osirin realms.” Anastasia concluded. “Hmph, I never thought about that. Well, where we are about to embark on, we shall have front row V.I.P. passes to a long awaited showdown that even I have been looking forward to for eons. And to think, I thought I was going to be the one to give Isis what she has long deserved, but hey, clearly I cannot have everything.” Lilith snapped her fingers and a large yawning opened up right in the middle of the sidewalk. Hellfire, and sulfuric ash spewed forth, followed by a consuming darkness filled with screams of pain and terror. Anastasia gave Lilith a look of unease causing Lilith to smirk. “Get over yourself Anastasia. This is much faster. But before we go on I am commanding you as my most favored servant to not attack or thwart the efforts of ANY of the Destroyers while we are on this little rendezvous. Especially Sage. We might even have to, how shall I put this, AID them to ensure that Isis’ demise is successful. Now is not the time for revenge. Got it?” Anastasia’s eyes flickered with a hint of pure fury and betrayal, but she was not foolish enough to say one word. Lilith stared at the witch, noting the slight flash of fury that rolled through to her core. “You know, it is very easy to lose my favor,” Lilith threatened. “And very difficult, if not impossible to win it back.” Lilith leaned in closer until she was literally a breath away from Anastasia’s piercing blue stare. “Don’t lose my favor Anastasia. You will have your moment of revenge.”  Anastasia lowered her head before responding her usual ”Yes, milady”. Lilith smiled. “Good. Now how about I buy you a couple of bikini’s to wear on the sandy beaches of the Bermuda? I hear it is hot this time of year and I am tired of seeing you dressed like a frumpy old woman when you are one of the last great beauties to ever exist in the last 300 years. Shall we?” Lilith stepped aside to allow Anastasia to enter the Hell portal first, who this time didn’t hesitate. Lilith quickly joined her, sealing the portal up behind them. There was only a few hours left until the full moon, and hopefully if everything goes well, Lilith hoped that this would be the last full moon Isis ever laid her eyes upon.