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SPIRALS: PART FIVE By T-Vixen In the Colorado town of Glory Falls, Karen Derrickson, now turning into the alien hermaphrodite known long ago as Mastress Melonia, is warring against the evil in hir soul. Meanwhile events continue to expand, as the US military, guided by a behind-the-scenes group of scientists, starts to mobilize to repel an "alien invasion". What will be the outcome of this? NOTE: This is the continuation of an ongoing science-fantasy story. Please read all previous parts. WARNING: This story contains incest! Melonia, the Dark Goddess, looked down upon hir groveling thrall Kidenda. The lithe almost cheetah-like zengi lay in the dust before the city of Digendo, the last great citadel of their world Nengi. It was chosen to be the last to fall before Melonia's armies, because it was where hir lover Henengi's own people had betrayed and tortured hir to death. It was the great canker of Melonia's hatred; a festering sore on their world and in hir mind that this day shi would destroy utterly. Now hir slave that shi had altered into a perfect courier was bringing news that a most hated enemy was coming. It was Tasola, Henengi's eldest sister, who was also the ruler and head priestess of Digendo. Melonia had no idea why shi would bother coming to see hir, unless perhaps to beg for mercy. How could there be mercy for the one who stood by and allowed such an atrocity to occur to the one the Dark Goddess loved so much? Within Melonia's being, Karen Derrickson railed with rage. She screamed out, as much to her self as to this alien memory called Melonia. She cried, "Atrocity?! You accuse this woman of atrocity?! Look at what you've done! Look at what I'VE DONE! How can you... I... even dare to think of Tasola having committed an atrocity, when the lands are covered with the dead and half-dead that we've created?!" Like a movie projected by an infernal video machine, the scene played on without pity for Karen's feelings. Melonia telepathically said to Kidenda, "Where is shi? Does shi come now to us?" Kidenda looked up at hir from the ground, scared of hir Mastress's reaction, but more terrified of not doing hir genetically programmed duty. Shi shivered and mentally answered, "Great Mastress, shi wishes to talk to you of hir sister and your divine lover. Shi says shi has messages for you." Kidenda then lowered hir head, and awaited any punishment hir Mastress wished to give hir. After all, Kidenda loved to run, and run fast. The Mastress had deemed hir worthy of being mutated into a running machine, and that was a dream come true for this zengi. So, shi now belonged body and soul to the Mastress, to do with as shi wished. Melonia's face sneered, but then grew softer. Despite the annoyance of having to delay the attack a few moments, it would be amusing to confront Tasola face to face. Perhaps shi would take the priestess captive, and force hir to live long enough to see hir city burned into dust, and hir people butchered and burned along with it. Shi stepped down from the throne hir thralls carried about, and began to walk towards the city gates. As shi passed Kidenda, there was a brief flash of love and affection from hir. The slave had done what needed to be done, and so the Mastress showed hir satisfaction. Melonia reached down and gently stroked the head of hir pet, hir delicate fingers going down along the spine and into the crack of the buttocks to brush and then penetrate the thrall's anal opening. The combination of touch and psychic impulse made Kidenda writhe with pleasure as an orgasm erupted through the courier's body. Melonia left the moaning and mewing creature to convulse upon the ground, as shi continued towards hir meeting with Tasola... *** Within the mind of Raymond Beaumont, at the edge of a trench filled with the memory of murders past committed, stood the astrally projected spirits of Mandy Derrickson and Ray's wife Claire Beaumont. Claire sobbed with hysteria as the transforming hermaphrodite looked down upon a zengi corpse she recognized as her own in a previous existence. Her husband's previous being lay as a memory upon the fields nearby, wailing and frothing at the horror of the sins committed in the past against the one loved so dearly in the present. Solusa, Ray's original alien self, was a memory trying to commit suicide and in doing so destroy hir future self as well. The present Ray could not accept that his past being had been so cruel, and as a God fearing man who believed in justice, he realized that he must be punished for what he had done so long ago. Mandy grabbed Claire, and shook her hard to snap her out of the shock of witnessing such a death. Claire looked at Mandy, and said, "It all just came back to me now. It's like getting hit with a giant wave. I'm just spun around, like in a windstorm!" She leaned against Mandy and began to cry again. Mandy said to her softly, "Claire, you have to go to Solusa and tell hir something that will get hir out of this desire to die. I don't know if Solusa really died here or not, but I think its Ray's memory showing us the desire to die right now, back where all our bodies are in the living room. Claire, you've got to say or do something now, or Becky said Ray will go into shock and die." Claire stepped back while wiping her eyes, and said, "Joliani..." She then turned to walk back to Solusa, and said over her shoulder, "My name is Joliani." Claire laid her nude form over Solusa, and embraced the dying zengi. As she did this, it seemed to Mandy that Claire was becoming a zengi her self, snuggling up against Solusa and making purring and chirping sounds. Claire's melodious voice sweetly whispered into Solusa's ear, "Baby, it's Claire again. Don't worry about Joliani, honey. That's past now. Think of it this way, baby. May be, when our spirits traveled to Earth, we were meant to be together. May be that is the way that God, or our zengi Goddess, wanted you to make up for what you did here. In all those billions of people, we found each other, and you're my loving husband, taking care of me. I'm going to have your baby, honey. Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Claire thought back to all the things she had learned as a zengi, from their holy stories and myths. She also drew upon the strength of her Baptist upbringing, and her belief in Christ, and thought about what she could say that would save her husband from despair and death. Then, an inspiration hit her... *** Senator Alvin McLangley stared in dumbstruck horror at what he was seeing. The wall of the laboratory had slid away, and behind it was a series of carefully stacked and bolted cages. In this cubicles stalked about creatures like, and yet un-like, anything he had seen before in his life. To call them mockeries of Earth animals would be a gross understatement. They were gargoyles, freaks that blended the best and worst of carnivores and supposedly more passive creatures. Dogs with mouths full of slobbering teeth pawed at their cages with talons like raptor birds. Cats howled and yowled, their tails ending in scorpion stingers, and their claws dripping with what must have been some kind of venom. Birds fluttered about one large enclosure, all with red glowing eyes and the look of vultures waiting to kill. Their beaks were serrated, and their tongues barbed. Alvin thought he was going to be sick, and began to gag at this menagerie of obscene forms. Even the sparrows looked like killing machines. Worst of all, he could somehow sense instinctively that there was an alien power behind these creatures, as though nothing like this could have naturally been conceived by nature's plans. "What in God's name are these things?" he said with a croak to his voice. Solvang, now seeming more a mad scientist than a calm doctor, turned about the laboratory and exclaimed, "This, dear Senator, is what we can do to stop the zengi infestation! These creatures have been created and bred by myself, and my other associates around the world who have been tracking this problem for several years!" Mclangley just shook his head in disbelief, and asked, "But, where did they come from? How could anyone breed anything like this? It's impossible!" "Oh, really Senator?!" the biologist continued. "We are standing at the beginning of an alien invasion involving millions of humans, soon to transform within days, or at most weeks into creatures unlike anything the world has seen before! And now you can't believe that there are other forces, similar to them that could do this?!" Lana Monroe seemed positioned between the two, both physically and in feeling as well. Though McLangley assumed that the young woman had been involved in this secret project, she also seemed to find the creatures in the lab instinctively repulsive to human senses. "Doctor Solvang, perhaps the Senator should know everything we do, since you've taken it on yourself to show him this much," Lana said. She also showed signs of fear and annoyance, as though Solvang had jumped the gun on their time table as to when to inform the world of what they were doing. "Yes, yes Doctor, let's hear more about it," Alvin said with suspicion. "Who are you and your associates, and where did you get the alien technology to do this bio-engineering?" Solvang was slightly taken aback by Monroe's sudden bravado. However, he quickly regained composure. He went to a nearby computer terminal, and began bringing up images of areas of what looked like Eastern Africa. "Senator, I have some news to tell you," he began to say. "For many years now, there has been a private task force that has been dealing with the question of alien invasion since the 1950's. Despite what many think, this interest in space did not come from events such as Area 51. We have never discovered an alien technology like a UFO crashing down into our backyards." "If such an event had occurred, do you think that it could have been kept secret from the US, KGB, British Secret Service or the Mossad? The governments of the world are so full of traitors and moles, and so incompetent at keeping secrets from each other, they could not keep the news of extraterrestrials safe for more than thirty minutes." "However," he continued, "there are private organizations that have been suspicious about the nature of life and evolution for many years. I and my associates belong to such a group. Studies in East Africa by early anthropologists led to many sites of early proto-human existence being excavated." "At one of these sites, dated nearly 30 million years ago, was found traces of a blue crystalline material of a very exotic nature. It was unlike anything seen before, and the hope of some kind of profit from materials knowledge led to the corporation carefully sealing the materials away. Businesses, driven by the profit motive and their responsibilities to stockholders, are better at holding onto ideas than governments, which are responsible to no one but themselves." "The strange nature of this material indicated that it was not only made to survive in outer space. It was also partly biological, and contained traces of an alien genetic structure unlike anything seen on the Earth. That is, until now..." Solvang then went to an armored cabinet, and removed one of a set of tubules that contained a bluish purple fluid. He walked back with it towards the senator and fellow scientist. "What was also strange was that this material was dated from layers that originally were created by the Earth nearly 100 million years ago. This means that roughly ten million years ago, life on Earth contacted an extraterrestrial material that crashed here over three times earlier on the scale of history. So, it is likely that the pollution of our genetic lineage came from a project started by the aliens long, long before humans developed. This implies that our entire evolution has been influenced by them, even at a time when the dinosaurs still roamed the Earth." "Is it a coincidence that the mighty reptiles failed and died out, to be replaced by the mammals? Replaced by mammals that look and operate similar to the aliens we have tried to reconstruct? We have no evidence that the aliens intended the extinction of the dinosaurs, but we cannot ignore the possibility. While today we have assumed that a comet or asteroid finished them off, they were already going into a decline. Perhaps a decline brought about by a disease released by the aliens, and sent to Earth even earlier than what I hold here now?" "The reason I am hitting you with all these suppositions is because I want you to understand how terrible the nature of our enemy could be. Their ancestors were ruthless enough to start a terraforming project on our world, all to ensure their eventual evolution. To the New Blue, we are biomass, created to ensure the development of a project started ages ago." The senator wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "So, what can be done? If they were that evolved and advanced, how could we stop them without destroying our own civilizations? I mean, if they are so incorporated into our species, we would need a "magic bullet", like an antibody that was tailored to attack only alien infected people. Otherwise, we could end up bombing and burning whole sections of our world to get rid of these beings." Solvang smiled a grin with no real sense of joy or humor behind it. He replied, "Funny you should mention that, Senator. Along with the blue crystals, we discovered another kind of matrix, one that may have been a mutation that went terribly wrong. It was a red crystal, and from it we extracted another kind of genetic material, the offspring of which you see around you." McLangley spun about and gawked at all the freaks in the cages. He had assumed that Solvang was leading up to telling him that the alien blue had created these things. Now the scientist was implying that these mutants were actually another form of alien genetic material. The senator didn't know what would be worse: Humanity turning into alien beings, or the Earth's ecosphere changing into hordes of monstrous animals and plants. "I can see your concern, Senator," Solvang continued. "Let me show you something that will put you at ease. These creatures have been recently fed a great deal of food, and have no hunger in them that would cause them to attack people. Doctor Monroe, if you would please?" Lana walked up to a cage and opened it, releasing one of the spiny hound wolves, which trotted out and about the other cages, pausing to take occasional sniffs of air. Solvang and Monroe approached the creature, and began to touch it, even going as far as to poke and prod the animal with their fingers, but carefully avoiding the razor-sharp spines on its back. The creature showed no interest in them, merely sitting down upon its haunches and scratching behind one ear with a hind leg. Then, Solvang took out a rubber toy and said, "This item has been immersed for a few seconds in a diluted formula of the blue matrix liquids. Watch the creature's reactions to it." He threw the toy into an empty corner of the room, and within a second the monster sniffed out the objects existence. With a howl of what could only be described as mindless rage, the frothing beast threw itself with so much violence at the rubber device that its head impacted on the wall with a loud thud. Regaining its senses, it tore into the chew toy and within seconds had shredded it to pieces. It then proceeded to devour what to any other animal would have been a completely indigestible material. Solvang turned and said to Lana, "We will have to sedate the creature and pump the rubber from its stomach; there is no point in letting it get sick." He looked over at McLangley, who was now white as a sheet. "So, you see Senator, we have our "magic bullet"," he said. "Any creature engineered with the "red serum", as I call it, can be remodeled into a fierce fighting machine that is obsessed with destroying anyone that is infected with the alien blue virus. Why they do this, we have not been able to determine right now, but you can see the utility of this. In this way, we can release them into infected areas, and allow them to patrol and slay the infected, without harm coming to anyone who is a pure human." "I would suggest that we start in rural and semi-rural places, releasing the creatures in small groups to stalk down and eliminate the infected as covertly as possible. That would allow the army to concentrate on urban areas of higher density, instead of having them be scattered about the country, which would dilute their effectiveness." "You said they're not hostile to humans," McLangley responded. "But, what if we are hostile to them? I mean, if you saw such a thing rummaging around your backyard, you'd take a shotgun to it. What would happen then?" Solvang thought for a few seconds and answered, "I can't guarantee that the creatures wouldn't fight to defend themselves, but we can program and train them to avoid contact with pure humans if possible. And of course, my associates and I and others in the government would be present, if hidden, to ensure the removal of the creatures from an area once the infected had been destroyed. I suggest a test, perhaps to destroy the "queen bee", the head breeder of the aliens? We know that it is located in a community in Colorado, which is comprised of many of the infected. Don't you think that would be an excellent testing area?" To emphasize his point about control, Solvang took a long and thin metal tube and blew at one end of it. A barely audible sound made the fillings in Alvin's teeth tingle, and the spine hound turned about and with the mindless joy of a prancing Labrador Retriever, came over to Solvang. He motioned it into the cage, and it gladly went in. The scientist then closed the cage door behind it, and looked over knowingly at the senator. McLangley looked at the cages about him for a few seconds, and then said, "Okay, how long do you need to start?" Solvang answered, "About three or four days; well less than a week. Of course, some of the Army will need to know about it, but I suggest that only higher ranking officials like General Knowles be told right now. He'll of course want to do an outright assault, but this and future conflicts may require... delicacy. Might you persuade him?" Alvin McLangley went to a nearby phone, and replied, "Probably not, but I know someone who can." He picked up the receiver, dialed several special code numbers into the phone, and waited for a few seconds. He then said, "Yes, this is Senator Alvin McLangley. Yes, this is a secured line, and make sure everything is double encrypted. Patch me through to the President of the United States." *** Melonia had walked up to the gates of the city, and before them stood the object of hir hatred. Tasola was an older zengi, a priestess of the Goddess. Henengi had mentioned hir many times; how wise and kind shi was. Hennie knew that of all hir family clan, Tasola was the least angered by the relationship hir younger sister had started with Melonia. Tasola, with hir light white robes and simple gold badge of hir office, and hir long mane of blue and silver hair about hir shoulders, stood with strength and confidence before Melo. Melonia couldn't understand how shi could look so calm, given that the priestess was staring right at hir inevitable death. It was as if the priestess had practiced this situation over and over again, knowing that this confrontation would be necessary. Melonia cried out, "Are you here now, after all this time since your family killed hir, to beg for the lives of these scum?! How can you expect me to stop it now?! It would be better to command the sun to not rise in the morning!" Tasola just shook hir head, and in hir deep and strong voice answered, "What I expect is that this madness will now stop. There is one here who will put an end to it, and shi stands before you now." Melonia threw back hir head and laughed wickedly. "You are insane to think that I'll stop at this point. Can I go back on all the murder and mayhem I've caused to get to this point? How can you end this?" Tasola smiled, which was something totally unexpected for Melonia to see. The priestess then said, "Melo, did Hennie ever tell you what I am?" Melonia responded, "You are an elder priestess of the Goddess. Your psychic powers are very great, and you were one of the cornerstones of your family identity. You are the essence of what we two rebelled against. Though you were sympathetic to us, for this reason I must destroy you utterly; and with you I'll destroy this city." Tasola shook hir head again, and said, "No, dear sister-in-law, you shall not. Hennie never told you everything about me. I am a Soul Talker." Melonia was taken aback by this. The Soul Talkers were an ancient sect, and supposedly only a dozen existed at any time on their world. However, they were supposed to have become extinct long, long ago. It was said that their empathy was so powerful that they had the ability to talk to the spirits of the dead, who sometimes wandered the world for a while after they died. These mystics would help these souls find their way into the next life, after aiding them in bringing closure in death. Melonia snarled back, "Those are mythical beings, Tasola. They were supposed to have died out centuries ago. Are you daring to claim that you can talk to the dead?" The priestess answered, "There are still a very rare few left, but we found ourselves slowly discredited over time. Now, we practice our craft in secret and in quiet, so as not to disrupt the afterworld too much. It was a great mistake for our species, the day we forgot the magic of our souls, and began to view our minds as just scientific tools. Melo, our psychic power, and the power of all living things, is not something that can be analyzed or dealt with like some kind of experiment. We are magical beings, blessed by the Goddess with souls and the ability to love. You and Hennie forgot that, as you plotted on how to reshape the minds and wills of millions of your sisters." "You two and those who followed you belonged to that new way of thinking. You believed that our troubles were some kind of engineering problem that could be solved with the tools of genetics. Yet think about it, Melo. For you, genetic engineering is intuitive, something that you visualize and bring about with your mind and will. It is like an art form, trial and error with your feelings, until you strike that moment of enlightenment and see what it is that you really wanted." "The creatures we manipulate are partners in this transformation; it is not something that can be enforced on them. What you and Hennie started was a kind of disease, like a virus. It was conversion by trickery, and disguised in the guise of love and sexual bliss. No wonder so many of our youth were eager to adapt to it, and change into what you wanted them to be. You thought you were doing the Goddess's Will, but in the end it was a perversion of Hir love you were giving out." "But as I have talked to the shades of those who you converted, and those who have died in your madness, I have seen a terrible sense of anger and resentment forming in the aura of our world. The saddest thing is that I knew this would happen; and in the end Hennie did too. When shi came to see me that fateful day, I worked to show hir what was happening. Shi couldn't understand, as our minds were no longer sharing any similar pattern at all. It was terrible, but in the end there was only one way to make hir understand. That is why I slew hir personally. It was the only way." Melonia stared with open slack jaw at what shi had just heard. Then with a look of rabid anger, shi shrieked, "You killed hir!!! You killed your own sister!!! Why... how could you do it?!!!" Shi began to advance forward, one hand clutching a long knife, while hir claws slid out of the other. There would be no psychic contest; shi intended to just gut the priestess there and then, and eat hir entrails. "You won't stop me now! You can't stop me!!!" "I am not the one who will," Tasola replied fearlessly. "I said shi stands before you now, and it is not I. Stop your blindness, Melo, and see with your heart and not your head." There before Melonia was a hazy light, which seemed to emanate out from hir own psychic aura. It began to coalesce, gaining a translucent but defined form. The insane zengi paused for a second, wondering if this was some trick or attack from the priestess. Soon, shi realized that this was from hir self, and not an outside assault. The image gained its final form, and Melonia was stunned to see a glowing phantasm of hir beloved Henengi standing right in front of hir. Melo fell to hir knees with a scream of fear, followed with a cry of joy. Hir emotions went wild, almost tearing hir mind apart, upon seeing hir beloved again. All those feelings of happiness, desire and hope began to flow through hir again. However, something was wrong, for Henengi looked sad and forlorn. "My dearest, dearest Melo," the shade whispered softly. "It's been so long now, that I've walked in your footsteps and followed you through all this terrible carnage and suffering. I'm so, so sorry that I failed to reach you. Tasola tried hir best, but I wasn't strong enough to talk to you without hir being here. Only because shi is a Soul Talker can I finally use hir energy to let you see what is going on." "Oh sweetest, don't be sad anymore!" Melonia replied back to the ghost. "It's all right! Once I've destroyed this fiend who took your life, you will be released from hir power! I don't know how shi bound you here to the world, but I will free you, and you will go to the Goddess where you belong!" Henengi shook hir head, and said, "No my dearest. You have it all wrong. My sister has not imprisoned me. You have. I and all those who served you, or were forced to join you, are prisoners in your own aura, and bound into you forever." Melonia shrieked out loud, "Lies! It must be lies! Shi's making you say these things to me!" Henengi looked at hir with a face intense and somber, and said, "No Melo. You and I know we could never lie to each other. Look behind me, and all around you. See for yourself what is happening to you and all zengi that are part of our experiment." Though shi dreaded the act, Melonia turned hir head around and refocused hir eyes using the inner orb of hir inner mind. Like Henengi, shi saw a sea of zengi spirits around hir. A handful looked upon hir with love and concern; these had joined hir at the start willingly. Many others looked at hir with sorrow and despair; these felt that their dream had been betrayed by the selfish madness of their Mastress. Finally, the others (and they were massive in their numbers) looked at hir with rage and hatred. They were forced to join hir, their minds damaged and warped by hir dark visions. Melonia whispered with fear, "Hennie, please, please, make them go away." "No, I cannot make them go away, Melo," shi responded. "They are you now, just as I am. Their sorrow and anger outnumbers your will, and now it is your will. It is a will that is slowly turning against itself, and against all life everywhere. When we created our "plan", we did not understand what my sister did: That we were absorbing not only the genetic and psychic energy of our species, but we were tapping into the very soul of what it is to be a zengi. As we died physically, our new compulsion to be as one would drive our spirits into the auras that we all started to share together. It became a cage to us, and we could not leave and continue our travel into the after life." "Worse, many of these have felt hatred growing in them, because your hatred of my death drove you to punish others for my loss. As their hate grew, it bled into your soul, and that in turn made the darkness grow stronger and made you hate more, which in turn made them angrier and more hateful." "Why, why didn't you or Tasola tell me this?" Melonia asked with a moan of sorrow. "Would you have believed my sister, since shi was not of the new pattern we had created?" Henengi answered, hir face turning to sadness. "I couldn't understand hir when we met that last fateful day. Shi tried so hard to enter my mind and show me the nightmare shi knew was coming, but I couldn't grasp it anymore, because of the changes we made to ourselves." "Please Melo, don't fault Tasola. In the end shi knew one truth: That in the after life, all zengi are part of one wholeness, and all spirits can talk to each other. That is how Soul Talkers can communicate with any zengi, no matter where or when they came from. So, in order for me to understand, shi killed me. Sadly, though this allowed me to see what shi was trying to warn me of, I was whisked away into the vortex of your aura. Without Tasola there to communicate for us, I was never able to tell you what was happening, except in snatches of dreams. And even then, your hate blinded you to that." "But, but what can be done?!" Melonia cried back at the ghost. "How can I stop it now?! The hate, mine and theirs, flows through my skin and soul like venom; sometimes I feel that without it, I would shrivel and collapse into nothing! Hennie, I've become a vessel of the Damned One! I am hatred and death! I can't stop it!" Hir lover looked into hir eyes, and shi answered, "Yes, yes you can Melo. Remember the joy you felt when you and I began our courtship? It took us so much courage to abandon our families, leave our homes and go out alone into the world. We struggled to start our lives anew, and with love and courage we won. You must find that love and courage again, Melo, and let it take you completely. You remember what our Goddess did at the start of time? It will take an immense courage to will it, but I will hold you through it all, dearest. I will be there for you..." Melonia's mind swam with terror. Shi realized that Hennie and Tasola were right: The evil in hir was not just hir own sick being, even as powerful as that was. It was the culmination of the anger and resentment of all those who had died over the years, victims of hir own obsession for revenge. If something wasn't done to stem this, to destroy this darkness in hir, it would consume them all in eternal madness. Or perhaps Tasola was right, and death would be their ultimate ending. One morning shi and all hir thralls might just turn on each other, or take knives to their throats and end their misery in collective suicide. Then the shadow of the Damned One, the Goddess's arch-enemy, would truly triumph over their world, reveling in a civilization of corpses piled on each other in despair and hopelessness. "So, you see now, don't you," Henengi's ghost went on. "You know what you must do, my love. Have the courage of the Goddess, and accept your penance. Embrace it, and we will all be free; free again to love and hope." Melonia's eyes welled up in tears, and shi cried back, "Hennie, oh Goddess, Hennie! I don't have the courage! I know what to do. It's so obvious now. But I'm so scared of it. What if I die forever? What will happen to me? I've been so evil, and I've hurt so many people. Can anything save me from the Shadow?!" Henengi floated towards hir, and placed hir arms about Melonia's neck. Shi leaned forward with a smile, and placed hir lips to the mad zengi's ear. Shi spoke only three words; the same three words that Claire now whispered to Raymond as Joliani whispered to Solusa. So seemingly trivial, just three small words... "I forgive you... *** In our universe there are many sentient species besides humans and zengi, and they are scattered across the galaxies. All of these species have, at one time or another, given rise to wise people, who believe that words are magical and filled with primordial power. These words can heal or harm, for they are representations of the forces of Good and Evil that exist within the very fabric of reality, and so these words, to some extent, call upon those forces to act with us. Many of these wise ones consider the words "I forgive you" to be the most powerful ever spoken. They are perhaps even more powerful than "I love you", for within forgiveness exists and is implied the very essence of love as an absolute and unconditional force; one which can heal any injury and slay any evil act with impunity. Can there be a greater love than that in which you could ignore all the natural impulses to strike back at one who had offended or hurt you? Well... perhaps one more... And in this case, perhaps the wise ones would not have been at all surprised by the results of these words spoken by Claire and Henengi. Instantly in the physical world, Raymond's face broke out into a beautiful smile of sheer joy and happiness. His blood pressure and breathing almost immediately returned to normal as the horrific images of his previous being began to melt away like a mist before a rising dawn sun. Instead, all he felt for his Claire (or perhaps hir Joliani) was an unyielding love which went beyond a mere physical and romantic experience. He felt an immense opening up of him self, and he felt no fear of the zengi he had been and now was becoming. This creature, once so cruel and wicked, was a new person now reborn back into the family of love; born again to serve his beloved forever and ever. Claire had not demanded this of him, nor even expected it. It was what Raymond wanted, and so now it was what Solusa wanted as well. Raymond's body throbbed with pleasure, and as Claire's spirit returned to her body, she could feel and taste the hot and salty spray of her beloved's seed in her mouth as he orgasmed. Then Claire, Becky, Sarah and Mandy curled about their new "sister", waiting and hoping for the end of their Mastress's struggle, so that shi could come and finish their transition once and for all. *** For Melonia, and also for Karen, these words spoken ages ago had an even more profound affect. For Melonia, these words of hir beloved filled hir with endless courage, and shi suddenly realized that what was expected of hir was not only just and right, but was the only sensible thing in the universe to do. With a wail of despair, the dark monster in hir knew that its time had ended, and that love had become triumphant. Karen was flooded with a wondrous acceptance of her human and zengi failings, and the realization that Someone, Somewhere, would forgive her for everything she had ever done wrong in her life, or lives at it may be. It allowed her to forgive her self, and accept what she had done in the past as Melonia. She was eager to see what this new and grand memory would show her. How was she to make penance for her terrible sins? By their own myths, when the Goddess Hir self had come to their world, and Shi had wished to create the zengi as beings of love and free will, the Goddess knew that to make such a creation would require an absolute sacrifice of love. By sheer will, the Divine Mother had shattered Hir self into endless particles of essence, which over time and space became the souls of Hir children. Each zengi was a part of the Goddess, desperately trying to learn the meaning of such absolute love and return the Goddess to Hir previous state. Why exactly Shi had done this was one of the great mysteries of the universe, but Melonia had understood that hir enslavement of their species had been the worst abomination shi could have committed against hir Sacred Mother. Now, knowing that what shi had done could not be undone, shi carried out the one act that would prove hir love for hir Maker. Shi would take the burden that hir Goddess had taken, and give up hir own self in order to ensure that the wandering and despairing souls of those shi had destroyed would find a new home to exist in, until the time came that their Mother would be reformed again in total. Melonia smiled back at the spirit of hir lover, and gently nodded. With the courage born of hir love for Henengi, shi spread hir arms wide, and screamed out to the heavens above, "I, Melonia, hereby command the spirits of all those I have used or slain in my madness, to consume and destroy my soul! To render me apart, and take my energies to call their own. From this day forward, I exist to be your vessel!" In so doing this, Melonia was surrendering hir self to the final form of love, the one which is at least as great, if not greater than forgiveness. It was the love born of self sacrifice; it was the ability to die for those others so that they may live in one's place. This was the Goddess's love, the one which made creation possible for the zengi. Henengi smiled with joy and hope, and led the charge of psychic energy back into Melonia's aura. The mad zengi's being was overwhelmed by the seemingly endless wave of millions of souls. These ghosts were no longer enraged with hir. As they came into hir being, they knew the sacrifice shi was making, and now they loved hir for it. It was as if hir act of selflessness destroyed the hate and anger in their souls, filling them with the desire to live free of the darkness that was within them as well as hir. It was time for the false goddess to die. Karen shared this memory, this experience with her original self. There were no human or zengi words that could hope to describe it. Melonia's mind and being were literally flayed apart in the psychic realm, hir complete surrender to the justice of the acts making it so simple for hir victims to each claim a piece of hir being. Each cell of hir body became a physical capsule for a zengi form, and hir aura became the repository of all their energies and thoughts. Melonia (and with hir Karen) writhed in the agony and ecstasy of hir total destruction. Each little death shi suffered was a rapture that brought hir closer and closer to a divine truth. Finally, unable to bear the shock any more, the false goddess collapsed into the dust before the gates of Digendo, and died... *** Then, shi awoke again. The being who had once been Melonia staggered to hir feet, amidst the screams and cheers of excitement and pleasure echoing around hir. As shi slowly turned about, shi saw the hordes of hir thralls wildly jumping and waving their arms about, crying out in unison, "Our Mastress is free! Our Mastress is free!" Upon the walls of the city, masses of people were likewise cheering and chanting the same words. At this point, a strange realization came over Melonia: Shi still existed. Shi closed hir eyes and concentrated, opening hir inner eye, and in every part of hir being was a gentle buzzing sound of the minds and wills of millions of hir kind, quietly and happily meditating within hir physical and psychic being. Hir aura was a rainbow, an endless kaleidoscope of twisting colors, a vision of beauty that was indescribable. Of hir madness, there was not a sign of it anymore. It was as if those who now possessed hir had torn it away and destroyed it. In hir mind shi could see Henengi standing next to hir, smiling and holding hir hand. Hir beloved whispered, "You didn't think we'd actually destroy you forever, did you? How could we kill something that loved us so much that shi would make such a sacrifice for us? You are now we, and we are now you. Through you, we have a form of immortality." Melonia began to cry again, and shi whispered back, "Will I ever see you again, in flesh my beloved?" Henengi smiled and answered, "As each of us is now part of a greater whole, there is the chance we will be reborn again into the world in the form of those yet to be. Your living presence now gives us the connection to this physical realm that will let us reincarnate. You hold our genes and our memories now, the total sum of soul and body. As the zengi continue to assimilate into our new species that you created with your serum, so too will they be added to your being, and be eventually reborn." "I cannot know if and when such events will occur. It may be centuries before the right place and time happen, and even then I may not meet you directly in that lifetime. But know that a part of me is always with you, Melo. Your Hennie will never leave you now, and neither will any other zengi who joins you." As this vision faded into hir, Melonia could only feel a mix of exhaustion and joy. Standing before hir was Tasola, and the priestess's face broke wide into a grin. The zengi leader said, "Now you understand. You have saved us all from death and madness. Now you are worthy to be my Mastress." Melonia shook hir head, and replied, "No Tasola, I feel that I have done such terrible wrongs. I feel that I have no right to ever ask anyone to ever join me again. I'm so sorry for what I have done." The priestess put a finger to hir lips, and gently went, "Shh! Say no more. It is a new day, and a new age for every zengi on our world. You and I and the spirits shall never, ever speak of this again, for there is no longer any need to speak of it. The Shadow is gone; the light of our Goddess's love has illuminated it, and sent it away." Tasola dropped hir robes and turned around, got down upon hir hands and knees, and then reached back with hir hands to pull away hir tail and open wide the crack of hir bottom. Shi looked back at Melonia, and said, "You may take me now, if you so wish Mastress. Please put your seed into me." Melonia disrobed, and went forward towards Tasola. Shi knelt behind hir, and with hir throbbing organ penetrated the priestess. Tasola whined with pleasure, and Melonia embraced hir and began to play with hir breasts and cock. All the other zengi sat or stood and lustfully watched as Tasola accepted the seed of hir Mastress. Finally, with a scream of joy, Melonia erupted into Tasola and within seconds shi could feel the priestess's mind in hir's. Melonia's transformation and the creation of this vast collective will within hir had sped up the mutagenic properties of hir powers, causing Tasola's brain to transform within moments. The priestess moaned and said, "Now I am one with you, my loving Mastress, my sister. I exist to serve the Goddess through you." "No, it is not over yet," Melonia replied. Shi pulled out of Tasola, and then on hands and knees settled next to the priestess. Shi looked at hir new thrall with a gaze of love and kindness, and said, "Take me now, Tasola. Place your seed and essence in me, and I will make you immortal. I exist to continue you forever." The priestess took hir turn mounting the Mastress, and soon another voice joined the millions of others singing in Melonia's body. Hir cells sung of a life eternal, and endless happiness. Another color entered into the infinite rainbow within hir aura. Now shi belonged to Tasola, as much as Tasola belonged to hir. Shi looked at the priestess with a big smile and asked, "Can I call you Tassie now?" "Yes Mastress Melo, you can," Tasola answered, hir smile as great as Melo's. The two giggled and tumbled together in the dust, now sisters and lovers forever. The gates of the city flung open, and the army of Melonia poured into it. There was no battle, but a massive orgiastic celebration broke out. For days the zengi feasted, celebrated, and fornicated. There were no enemies now, only sisters and lovers. The young people of the city lined up eagerly to offer themselves to Melonia and hir horde of breeders. Meanwhile, Melonia altered hir breeders, who in turn with the controllers carried out and expanded the link that would bind them all together. Melonia reveled at the sensations of thousands of new souls fusing into hir being. Shi had lost the chance to mate and bear kits for hir beloved Hennie, but now shi was the spiritual mother to all of them. Shi also sent out patrols to seek those who had been tortured and driven into the wilderness before. These poor wretches were brought back to Digendo to be repaired by hir and the zengi that shi genetically engineered from the most powerful empathic caretakers. This new strain shi called "healers", and with the help of the controllers and breeders, they slowly undid the damage they had caused over those last few years. *** The scene shifted again, and Karen realized that many, many years had gone by, perhaps even centuries. Shi (for now Karen could not help but think of hir self as being Melonia) looked out from a polished balcony at the highest tower of Digendo. The city looked like a giant, polished jewel of ceramics and marble, sparkling in the sunlight like a rainbow of colors. Kneeling before hir was a young and pretty zengi, who was using hir mouth to orally pleasure Melo. In return, Melo's semen was altering the servant, gradually changing and swelling up the lymphatic nodes in hir body to convert hir into a healer. Melonia had made the city the new capitol, and had ordered all the temples across their world to hir and Henengi demolished. New temples to the True Goddess were rebuilt, and every day hymns to Hir love and mercy were sung by the zengi breeders and controllers, who had become like the new priestesses. All traces of the Dark Goddess were destroyed, and Melo took particular pleasure in demanding that hir statues be desecrated and shattered. Hir children were all too eager to serve hir wishes. They obliterated hir monuments, and the old cities were eventually returned to their previous states of being. Over time, the elder zengi who could not bring themselves to join Melonia eventually died out, until all that remained were the 500 million or so that had joined hir, and their offspring. They were all one family now, and shared a common vision of a future golden age, with no more war, crime, or cruelty. And in truth, it was a golden age for the zengi. Melonia's intellect had been vastly enhanced by hir ability to help co-ordinate the thinking of the most advanced minds on their world. Hir advances in biogenetics had improved their species over time, and shi had made them all highly resistant to disease and aging. Melonia hir self had lived for hundreds of years, though shi never understood if that was due to hir tinkering with hir metabolism, or if it was a side effect of the collective will of hir "children" within hir cells and aura. It didn't matter really. Shi was working on ideas of what to do should shi ever be killed. "So," Karen said to hir self, "is this how it ends? All's well that ends well?" Melonia smiled to hir own question, and answered, "Well, it seemed that way. We built a great civilization, Karen. People were happy, or at least quite content. War and crime slowly dwindled away, as we found it nearly impossible to fight with one another. The mentally ill were quickly detected, and the controllers and healers would spend all their available time entering their minds and bodies and healing their damage. The Great Will would help them see their problems and deal with them, so they always knew that they were never alone or alienated from their fellow sisters. We slowly evolved ourselves into ever more efficient creatures, able to eat less, sleep less, and spend more time enjoying our leisure, and of course, enjoying each other in flesh and spirit." "We never did develop the inorganic technologies humanity did," shi went on. "We had metals, which we eventually replaced with organic ceramics, but we created no electronics, no computers. I guess we just weren't ambitious enough to want to go to the stars. We wanted to live in harmony with nature, not control it. Everything did seem to work out though, and yet I know there was a problem we were never able to deal with fully. I could feel it like a shadow, just on the edge of my awareness, but neither I, nor my sisters could ever figure it out. In the end, the question had to be set aside." "Did something bad happen again?" Karen asked. To answer hir question, the sky around their city began to rumble. From the clouds rained down thousands of tiny red sparkles, which fell to the landscape and disappeared. Melonia said, "Thus it began. The rain of the Rage, a form of life we had known nothing about." "It came from outer space, Karen, and at first we assumed it was some kind of meteor swarm. Those who went out to study it did not return, but we sensed that they had died from terrible violence. More went out to find out what had happened, and came back with tales of animals and plants twisted into hideous creatures. At first the controllers and I decided that it was an isolated situation, and so I and the healers began to create antidotes to cure the infected lifeforms. However, we soon heard from other towns and cities of armies of fiends that had grown up overnight across Nengi." "Wave after wave we were besieged, and we fought the best we could. We had done such a good job of becoming pacifists, that we found it difficult at first to re-awaken the anger and fear in our hearts that would allow for the violence needed. We did learn, though, but it was too late. The very ground of our world seemed to revile us, and tear at us, slowly wearing away our defenses and allowing the gruesome creatures to flood our homes and devour our flesh." Karen could see the landscape beyond the city mutate into a vast, crawling chaos of spiteful spines and blades, creatures of every description mutated into killing machines with one thought in their minds: The need to destroy the zengi. That is why shi had named it "The Rage", for any attempt to communicate with it telepathically showed that there was nothing but anger and hatred in those mutated forms. No sense, no hope of reasoning, only an aching need to consume and eradicate the zengi species. "They showed little sign of conflict amongst themselves, except that the largest would feed from the weakest, while the weak would consume the dead bodies of their larger cousins fallen in battle. It was all perfectly designed to create a giant force similar to the army ants of Earth." With sickness in hir heart, Karen realized the similarities between these things, and the dog and birds shi had fought earlier on that day in hir home town. "Every day, every second, I could feel more and more spirits flow into me, their shells of flesh destroyed. They hid in my aura, hoping and praying for the day they could re-awaken into new flesh, and live the lives that had been stolen from them. Everything we did failed over time; the things adapted to my poisons and viruses, and kept on coming wave after wave." "Finally, we came to realize that we could not win. So, we studied the crystals that the Rage had used to come to our world. The creatures had somehow been encoded into a viral form that also contained the psychic energies of the central will. I suddenly knew that we could duplicate this, and render ourselves into a matrix that could be sent out into space. Hopefully, we could find an untainted world to settle on, with life forms that we could infect and one day transform into ourselves. We had studied the stars for many thousands of years, and we picked out ones similar to ours to send ourselves out to. It was a great gamble, but one which we had to take." Karen listened to this with a sense of disbelief. Eventually, shi said, "So, the blue crystals, the helix, the crystal I saw explode over the Earth millions of years ago. That was me, or us? It was all of us?" But, shi already knew the answer to hir own question. The crystal had been the sum of their minds and bodies. The surviving zengi had come together, and in mass they had formed the crystal with their will power. Karen could see the image of it before hir, the alien beings dying in droves as their physical and psychic essence was assimilated through hir will into the matrix. Their bodies seemed to dissipate into protoplasm and dust, reduced to their primordial components. Karen marveled at how much sheer will it must have taken all the remaining zengi to do this near magical act. But then again, what choice did they have? Their world was dying, turned against them by an alien intelligence. Melonia was the last to enter the matrix, and with hir came the souls of all those who had died and were awaiting their chance to be reborn again. They became a race of ghosts, trapped in a sleep within their crystalline spacecraft. With telekinetic force, they threw themselves into space, heading for distant suns on the far side of the galaxy. Alas, they had no way to go faster than light speed. They floated in the eternal darkness for eons, sleeping away the ages in hopeful dreams of a new tomorrow. As they finally approached a blue globe below them, turbulence shattered the matrix, and blue shards and psychic energy rained down upon the world. Fortunately, there were mammals about, creatures very similar in physiology to them. Their genome infected these creatures, these proto-humans, and hid in their DNA. There the Will waited for the day when one person would become so evolved, and have so much of the genome in them, that the Mastress would psychically manifest again to re-create their species. "And so, that is you, Karen; or should I say, myself," Melonia finished. "Now you understand that you are the final culmination of what we were. I have been your shadow, living beside you and under you all these years, and in all your previous human incarnations. I have been both man and woman, slave and lord, and have carried with me fragments of those lives. Perhaps that is why we are so wise for our age, Karen." "Your mother has told you how much you were like your father. He might have been the final incarnation, but for one or two sequences that were missing. But your mother had another sequence, and finally your infection with the New Blue dropped in the keystone that completed everything. Now there are millions who are also on the cusp of changing. They need your seed to finish the process, and become what they have always been in their dreams." The scene changed for a final time, and Karen found hir self standing at the top of the crystal stairway. Before hir was stretched some kind of membrane, like a barrier, which held back all the spiritual energy of those shi had sworn to serve. Shi could barely hear them crying out for release; for the chance to once again live and breath and love with flesh and substance. Shi knew that amongst them was the spirits shi had begun to awaken within those humans now in hir living room at home. Melonia's voice came from hir lips, saying, "So, I ask you, Karen: Will you let me live? Will you take up our cause to re-create our hermanity, and place the sequence into those who need it to complete their destiny? Or are the zengi meant to die out, and leave only traces of their former selves in humanity? I promised to leave the final decision to you. I await it." Karen thought about it harder than any thing else shi had ever thought about before in hir life, or may be even hir previous lives. Shi so desperately wanted the zengi to live again. All the good they could do for humanity; all the knowledge and wisdom that could unite the world into one family. Their biological science, bordering on magic, could alter the world and humanity into a species at total ease with its environment. That meant no disease, no famines, may be even a form of practical immortality. However, the human side of hir was full of nagging doubts and questions. There would be rejection from both humans and proto-zengi. Many humans would be frightened and suspicious of these new beings that had just appeared amongst them, especially if they saw their family members and neighbors just start mutating. No doubt it would seem like the end of the world, as if the End Times had finally come. And what of the proto-zengi? Many of them would be terrified by the idea of turning into something considerably different from what they originally were? What would become of their human feelings? What would happen to their hopes and ambitions? Melo had told hir that the zengi were not very ambitious, and had no desire to alter the nature of their world about them with physics, which some would argue is a major defining feature of humans. Would the proto-zengi be willing to give up that kind of power? There was no doubt to hir human mind that violence would probably be the result, especially if it looked as if the proto-zengi had no choice in the matter of their changes. The zengi deserved to exist, if they wanted to, but there would have to be set conditions to it. Karen's mind quickly, and feverishly, worked out the details as fast as shi could. Finally, Karen said, "Okay, I will do it. But, there's one condition. You, or I, may not like it, because it will require a huge compromise. But it seems to me that we zengi are all about compromise. How else could we five hundred million have come to agree to be spiritually as one family? You know what I feel and think. Do you, or I, agree with my terms?" But it was so silly, and shi laughed at hir self for even asking. Shi already knew the answer to hir own question. With hir own claws and teeth, Karen attacked the membrane, tearing into it with screams of delight, until it finally ruptured. Shi was washed over with the endless waves of rainbow colors and lights, dragging hir down into it and drowning hir in the love and gratitude of hir sisters, hir children, hir lovers. And with that, Karen Derrickson died... To be continued... If you liked this story, and wish to see more, please leave me feedback. I'm very interested in hearing what you have to say. Thank you. T-Vixen