There would be no rest for the wicked.
Lucas Dorsey tossed and turned in his bed. As did another who rarely slept at all. Beside him chained to a bedpost was his future Bride the lost Ganthorian Princess Kym'Ani. His only child within her. Her first child. Laying there awake and tortured by the fact her baby would be a half breed. Least of all it could never rule Ganthor. Dorsey seemed uncaring of that fact. He would constantly tell her that he was giving her something far more important than her petty little world. He was a madman. A murderer of her people. She alone of the X'Hal's crew the sole survivor. Betrayed by their human envoy Dorsey. While hidden away by her Regent, a lesser Uncle who guarded over her safety she learned of Dorsey's deception.
Somehow Lucas Dorsey knew exactly what he was doing. He had planned their crash back in time. Time travel a new untapped potential that her people had never developed. For an incredibly advanced world such as Ganthor there were certain scientific breakthroughs that escaped them. Such as the cloning of a Reflection. That which separated this Princess from all others. Not only was she royalty. She stemmed from a long line of Reflections. Those who had seen the visage of their Deity. Like recording devices each Reflection would bear witness to the progress of each world that God created. Then, suddenly he disappeared. From every world. Unknown to Kym'Ani when she vanished, her own world ceased to breed a new Reflection in her place. This left her Race bewildered. In search of answers. Her own parents giving up their throne to search for their daughter. Love was more important that any throne. The next in line would honor them regardless. Even if what they were doing was against their laws. Laws carried forth from generations past.
With the images of the adjoining moons coming through the skylight Kym' Ani worried. She wanted to go home. Even if it meant her child would not be accepted. Caressing her belly she feels it kick. That alone gave her enlightened moments of peace. For the Man beside her? There would be no peace until after the Celestial Event.
"Unbelievable!" Lucas Dorsey kicked off his Egyptian cotton sheets and sat up on the side of his mattress. Stretching he groans but keeps his thoughts to himself at this moment in time. Not that Kym'Ani necessarily wanted to know them. Her existence was as a slave more than any true mate. If she had her way she would be gone from this City. This Man dead by her hand. Oh she tried. Many, many times. Always unsuccessful. He appeared to be unable to die. That or she was just not finding the right spot. He would always laugh at her attempts and take her to bed. Almost as if his wounds brought on pleasure. Pleasure he wanted to share with her through sex. Disgusted by that fact she gave up trying to take his life just to avoid his passions. For now she would lay there trying not to move. Not to rattle her chains. She would let his sleeplessness lead him away.
Standing up Lucas tilts his gaze toward her. He knew that she was awake and feigning a restful slumber. There was no fooling this Man. Beside his bed rested a table that had a coronation cushion of velvet and gold. Upon it his crown. The King would wear it this night. Lifting a transparent lid that only he could raise. It's sides displaying perfect palm prints that recognized only he. Retrieving the shimmering crown he places its thin circular metal around his head. The moment it was fit into place it glows. A smile creeps across his face as it always did. The feel of power always made him exhilarated.
A silk robe of blue donned he steps away from the bed. His journey not all that far away. He merely needed to step out for a bit of air. Without touching them drapes slip away from two sides as if willed to. Exposing the outside world he then steps out on to a balcony of gold. His entire palace made of the precious metal. Gold procured from all across Pangaea. In mass. A mining operation that never ended. He would own it all. Every ingot. Greed felt so very right.
On the balcony he stares up at the moons. He knew it would only be a matter of days before he would be more than a King of a hodge podge world. He would ascend into Godhood. Not just any Godhood. He would dethrone the God of Gods. All of this would be his. Not just Pangaea. All that was beyond. Beyond the sky. Beyond the veil of what the eye could not even possess. Knowing this gave him goosebumps. Hands raising he lowers his gaze to view the great Black Mountain. The highest point on Pangaea. In this place that would one day be the North Pole. Now a lush paradise of jungle and riches. In another time this entire land mass would be miles thick in ice. During the Ice Age even a mountain would be lost beneath. Not this day. Dorsey had discovered the truth in the 1950's. Archaeology a passion of his. One of many passions. Answers found at an unlikely source. As were all of his collected pieces. Anything of religious value were in his possession. Things retrieved from the future and brought here to the beginning. Things still arriving. Time was the greatest thief imaginable.
Lowering his gaze away from the Mountain he spies lights as far as the eye could see. In a circular grid were thousands of alien spaceships unified as a connecting city. All called here for this day. All seeking answers to forbidden questions. All serving a single Man. Lucas Dorsey. All against their will. Slaves. Slaves leading slaves. Humans from all eras herded here like some mighty concentration camp. Millions of them. More arriving by the day. While some who managed to escape his notice were fortunate, others defied his rule. The closer they got to Celestial City that might change. Let them come. Mind control was a beautiful thing. Mental tinkering a precision beast. Should any spend much time here their conditioning would outstretch beyond the boundaries. Dorsey owned all. He would own more. Much more. Many more.
Still, recently something made him fear the future. A situation had arisen that he needed to find a way to contain. An unexpected visitor not expected to show until the Celestial ceremony. How could he be early? He never showed up to anything. Yet the masses always felt his presence. Dorsey demanded that same effect. His people would worship Dorsey. Or, they would be wiped from existence. It was good to be King...better to be...
"God!"
Eden, many, many miles below Celestial City. A place forbidden to Dorsey. One that would someday be his if he played his cards right. From the furthest stretch of lush greenery in a foreboding desert of lost vessels Lillian Black maintained her celestial form. Giving way to her souls true appearance. The Green awaited its maker.
"How is this possible?" She mumbles as she watches an old man nude and strangely spry stumble along in the sand. Heading for her. As if searching. He appeared confused. Lost even.
"That there is God?"
"Yes Lionel Warjorj. We must bow. Lower your gaze." She drops lower in her swirling form of pollen. He too drops and removes his Stetson out of respect. Dragging young Abigail down to his side. Expectant Gaea awaits her first communion since birth. To her shock the old man stumbles right past her. Without even a recognition. Lionel made certain Abigail had her eyes sealed. She was too young to witness a naked man. Least of all a Deity.
"Great One?" Gaea recites realizing he overlooked them completely. Troubled she rises and dares to watch him storm through the plant life. Vanishing into Eden's deeper foliage. In a whirlwind Gaea dissipates leaving Warjorj to wave away the dust kicked up about them. Gaea had given chase.
Knowing the direction of their camp the U.S. Marshal nudges Abigail, "Go on and warn Stefan and Franz. Tell 'em to stay put until I come get 'em." She swiftly bolts into a run. Abigail was a good youngun.
Following the old man Gaea grew up from shrub to tree in her watchful eye. Each time he faded away into the green so did she. It almost felt like an Easter Egg hunt. Darting from place to place.
"What are you searching for Great One?" She ponders.
Reaching the great lake the Old man stops looking puzzled. Why was he standing there? Peering down into the water the Old man sees his reflection. For a moment there was recognition. As rapidly he lost the memory mumbling incoherently. All around him the animals of Eden congregated. Greta Winston's cattle. Her horse Quiver. It takes the calf Betsy to nuzzle his hand to garner a reaction. At that moment God sat down. The cattle all joined him as a cool breeze sifted over the trees.
Daring to approach Gaea switches form into interwoven grass from the lakes edge. Her beauty still shapely and elegant, "Great One? What is it you search for?"
Looking up at her the Old man winces, "I know I left it here somewhere."
"Left what here Great One?"
With a creased brow God fidgets, "I wish I knew."
