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So I picked up the cup of coffee and tipped it to my lips.

Even the taste was divine. Strong, rich and exquisitely divine. It felt wonderful on my tongue and lingers even after the first sip. It kept me alert, my senses awake. I could feel the presence of the the other angels of death in Tartarus. I could count each and every one of them and could tell exactly what they were doing. I closed my eyes, enjoying the brew's wonderful effect on my mind, heightening my senses as I started to get the feel of the terrain of Tartarus.

Only now did I realize that the Hall of Records of which I was sitting in was only a tiny part of Tartarus. As my senses expanded, I started to measure the length and depth of Tartarus from my seat in the Hall of Records at the top of Mount Purgatory. What I found was astonishing, beyond what mere words could explain.

It seemed like even with my heightened, highly attuned senses, I wasn't able to totally plumb the depths of Tartarus. There were deep chasms and areas that seemed to defy my attempts to probe it. I heard a strong, hypnotic voice in the winds telling me the names of the areas as I explored them and what kind of souls inhabit the area as if giving me a grand tour.

I noticed some familiar souls in some areas, though who they were exactly was too hard to tell. It was like looking at a perfectly white page, instead of one with a black dot in the middle, so it was quite impossible to tell who was who. But then, as I scanned the Isle of the Blessed in the Elysian Fields, I noticed a particularly familiar soul.

It was mom! Great Mother! I totally forgot the reason that I came here in the first place. I opened my eyes abruptly, immediately noticing a crushing pressure on my legs. So, I looked down, and was shocked at what I saw.

"Archangel Uriel! What have you done?" I asked, horrified at the sight of snakes coiling around my legs, binding it to the chair's legs.

"Me? Nothing at all. I'm just giving you a feel of what being the boss of Tartarus is all about. Don't you find it enlightening?" he said as if joking. His face a perfect mask of mirth.

I pointed downward. Without even looking at that thing down there that I was pointing at, he told me that it was normal. Told me that it was nothing to worry about. Yeah right. I'd bet a million bucks (which I didn't have anyway) that he didn't have a single snake coiling around his legs. Of course I wouldn't check to see if it was true, since that would involve me peeking under the table, which would put my face within striking distance of the snakes. Now, I never had snake phobias, but it was still a scary thought.

Despite the slithering movements of the serpents around my legs, I summoned up a bit more will from deep inside me. "I want to see mom, Archangel Uriel," I said.

"You're talking about the Half-Lili Sarai who killed the Antichrist thus canceling Armageddon 1999?" he asked, actually sounding more like a statement instead of a question.

"She killed the Antichrist? 1999 was supposed to be Armageddon?"

"An Antichrist if you want to be technical. But please, call me Uriel. I disregard formality when I'm with friends. And yes, you may see Sarai if you want. As my friend, you have certain ... privileges."

I didn't think I like the suggestive way his last word was spoken. Nor did I like the predatory smile on his ruggedly handsome face. Despite my worries though, it was much better than being kicked down to Papua New Guinea.

"So do I just go down there and find her or are there some protocols I that need to adhere to?" I asked.

"Oh no, it's not safe for you down there. I'll send for her to come here. I assume you want to talk to her?"

I answered with a, "Yes, please," at the same time wondering if it was really going to be that easy.

"Very well..." he said while getting up from his chair, " ... please make yourself comfortable. I'll send her up here shortly." Then he left.

I was expecting a couch or at least a lazy chair when he told me to make myself comfortable. Imagine my surprise when I turned around and saw a four poster bed instead. Apparently Archangel Uriel has a smashingly wicked sense of humor.

I took another sip of the coffee, silently praising Uriel for such a wonderful brew. I'd really love to get the blend. I wonder if I'd be able to find the ingredients in Assiah. As I was busy scanning the outer reaches of Tartarus, I heard a voice saying something. My already overloaded mind was unable to comprehend what was being said. It was like listening to hundreds of voices and looking at hundreds of faces at the same time, making it impossible to catch any details.

So I pulled my senses back, narrowing it to my immediate surrounding. I noticed a presence of someone, neither angel nor demon standing to my right.The presence was familiar ... and warm, much like the memories of childhood on a bright spring day.

"Did you ask for me, sister?" asked a melodious, childlike voice as I opened my eyes.

I looked to my right and noticed a teenage girl with long blond hair in curly goth-loli style. Her eyes were brown and her skin was ... deathly pale. It wasn't just pale, just corpse-like, like the skin people who has died looked like, though a bit whiter, like a ghost. Her nails however were perfectly manicured. Her two horns originated from the same point as the one on my head, but while my horns twist and twirl like a ram's horn, hers were swept backwards, curved in some section much like how a kris looked. Her wings were of the same shape and size as mine, though unlike mine, her wings were also whitish. Her breasts were smaller than mine, probably a B cup. She couldn't have been more than 14 if she was a regular human.

But I knew that she was never a regular human. "Wow, you look different."

She gave me an appraising look. I noticed that her eyes were her normal brown though a bit greyish, not yellow slits like the Lilim. "Considering that I don't remember you at all yet you seem to know me, I'd say you look different too, sister."

"Mom! Don't call me sister! That sounds so wrong," I whined.

"You called me 'mom'. So does that mean that you're my child?" she asked, looking rather confused.

"Yes mom, you died a year ago, remember? From brain tumor?"

She looked outraged as she cried, "You are one big fat liar, sister! I've never had a Lilim daughter and I didn't die from brain tumor."

I was disappointed that she didn't recognize me. Has it been so long here? Does time here pass the same way as time in Sheol? When she said that she never had a Lilim daughter, I felt like a knife was driven through my heart. Then it struck me that maybe she didn't recognize me because I was in Lilin form. Of course she never had a Lilim daughter, I was her son.

"I'm not your daughter, mom. I'm your son, Patrick."

"Patrick?" she said, looking confused again, "but you don't look like a Patrick".

I sighed, then explained why I appear as a girl and offered to show her my Patrick form. She in turn told me that it would be impossible as it was Tartarus' nature to purge all tangible deceptions. Therefore my current form was my true form and the only form I could adopt while in Tartarus. So I started going into long tales of how Mother claimed me when I was 3 days old, how mom died and left me in the care of Mother Gaea, and how Mother Gaea went murderous on me thus giving Mother Lilith a chance to reclaim me. I omitted the part about being Asmodeus' torture toy so that she wouldn't be worried by it."

"Please, forgive me, my sweet little lily," she said as the fog in her mind was lifted and she looked healthier, her skin getting pinkier and her lips became redder, "It's the 'perks' of being dead in Tartarus. You lose yourself pretty easily".

"Did you fall into the River Styx or something, mom?" I asked, glad that she finally regained her own self.

"Styx?" again, she looked confused, "What are you talking about?"

"The water of the river could make you lose your memories, right? Or did I mixed up my mythologies?"

"I think you meant the River Lethe. The River Lethe is where people lose their memories. The River Styx is where people go to make oaths or suffer for eternity. Neither of them was the cause of my problem since when Lucifel was sent to Tartarus, Hades was renamed into Sheol and separated from Tartarus, taking with it the 5 main rivers of Hades. All the departed souls were sent here, to Mount Purgatory or the Elysian Fields after being briefly judged. We're all waiting for for Armageddon to happen so we can get out of here and either go to Hell or Heaven."

"If you're talking about Lucifer, I thought he was sent to Hell? And why would Hades be separated from Tartarus?"

"Lucifel was not sent to Hell, because Hell didn't exist before Lucifel was sent down there. Hell was Lucifel, Lucifel was Hell. Gehenna was made from Lucifel's body, which was why Lucifel couldn't leave Gehenna to this day. Oh, and contrary to what the Christian Bible said, he never rebelled against God, the only angels to have ever rebelled against God were the Grigoris and Gabriel was the only Archangel to have actually came close to being casted down to Earth."

"So why would God cast Lucifer down to Earth if he never rebelled?"

"He was never casted down to Earth. God told Lucifel his role as the master of Hell and he accepted it. Whether he went there without a protest was a different story."

Well, that was news. I've been raised watching movies and reading books about how Lucifer was casted down to Earth because he in his arrogance and wickedness rebelled against God and ran to Hell to create his own domain in a sick parody of Heaven. To hear that he never rebelled was a revelation.

"So Lucifer is here now?"

"No, he's in Gehenna. I know what you're thinking, it's true that at one point Sheol, Gehenna and Tartarus were connected, being right next to each other. Then Uriel broke off the bond and drifted Tartarus closer to Yetzirah."

"Anyway, neither of the rivers were the source of my amnesia. It's the nature of this place to make you forget so that you don't keep pestering the Angels of Death about going back to Assiah for various reasons. It's all in the mist."

I looked around me in reflex to her words. Finding nothing peculiar, I asked, "Mist? What mist, mom? I don't see any mist."

"No mist in here. Uriel put up a ward around the Hall of Records at the same time he created the mist. I imagine even he would be affected by the long exposure to the mist," then she noticed the contents of my cup, "Hey, is that coffee?"

Without even asking for permission, she picked the cup of coffee up and drained it in one gulp. Then a sort of dreamy look came over her face. I wondered if I looked like that when I sipped the beverage earlier. There was a particular satisfied demeanor over her as it slowly lessened and she returned to normal.

It took quite some time before she sobered up. "Oh my, that's a good cuppa. I've forgotten how good it feels. We don't really drink here, you see. We just wander around like mindless ghosts under the influence of the mist."

"It must be terrible, mom. Why would you want to die then if you knew about it?"

"It's actually not so bad. It's preferable to being made aware of everything and constantly feeling like wanting to return to Earth to see your loved ones. At least this way we can avoid feeling bored, down or even angry for being kept waiting for the final day. I imagine many of us would be more than happy to bring down Armageddon by ourselves if we were made aware of how long we've been here. Some has been here for tens of thousands of years," she said, then appearing lost in thought, "Have anyone told you why I died?"

"Not from brain tumor?" I asked, getting the hint from her earlier outburst.

"No, I died because I was starving. Now don't blame your father. He allowed me to go out to feed as much as I needed, albeit reluctantly. It was I who decided that it was enough, that I have lived too long for anyone with a heart. This time, I decided to die before my family did," she said with a forced smile.

"Dad knew about you being one of the Lilim?" I asked, hardly able to grasp the idea. Was it the same case as me and Chris?

Her face again took on a dreamy look, "Oh yes, and it was quite romantic, the way we met. Maybe one day you can ask him, since it's hardly likely that Uriel will allow you to speak to me for the second time. Come to think of it, how did you persuade him to allow you to see me?"

"I didn't persuade him at all, I simply sat on this chair and asked him to let me see you," I said, realizing as I spoke that my feet was no longer bound by the snakes.

"That's weird, I've never heard of anyone being treated that way. Back when I was still alive, I heard of many who were kicked down to Papua New Guinea for just stepping foot here. I can't imagine why he would treat you differently," she said, now taking a seat on the chair left vacant by Uriel.

Dryly, I said, "Yeah, I know of one like that."

"So how's life since I was gone. Found a girlfriend yet?" she asked with a grin.

"No long term relationships," I said, then remembered something and gave her a murderous glare, "What were you thinking when you asked Chris to take care of me, mom? Don't you think I can take care of myself? I don't need him to take care of me. I can take care of myself, mom!"

"Gee, pipe down. There's no need to be hysterical now, my beautiful little lily. Anyway, I meant nothing by asking him to take care of you. You were both mutually attracted to each other, even without me saying anything, you would've ended up taking care of each other. You wouldn't be able to resist it, with your cute childhood vow and the binding mark..."

"Woooh, hold on there. What did you mean by 'mark'?" I heard a muffled 'oops', "Are you saying that Chris is carrying my mark? Mom! How the hell did he came to carry my mark? I didn't even know how to put a mark on someone. How the hell did he get my MARK?!!!"

I noticed mom was stuffing her ears with her fingers by the time I finished yelling at her. "You're being hysterical again. I admit, I may have been quite underhanded when I put your mark on him, but it's for your own good. You don't want to kill your future husband. Trust me, the sight of your husband lying lifeless in front of you would be too much to bear."

I simply glared at mom. "Mom, how did you put my mark on him? Why did you put my mark on him? Where on his body did you put my mark at?"

"Yes..." she was looking sheepish, like a child who was caught swiping cookies from the cookie jar, " ... you see, when you were 12, I was worried that you would go mad with the sudden hunger that should have surfaced at puberty. I was afraid that you in your inexperience would find one you were most compatible to and the most convenient - I'm talking about Chris by the way - and accidentally killing him in your frenzy. So one night, while you were both asleep, I laid his body next to yours and ... umm ... it was rather tricky".

The more I listened to her, the more annoyed I become. "Mom..." I said, barely controlling myself from raising my voice, " ... do you realize that you have just confessed to abusing your 12 year old son?"

"Abusing you?" she said, feigning hurt, "Don't be silly, I did no such thing, I was merely securing your future. I have never forced or tricked you into having underage sex with a boy. So I don't see where you get the idea that I was abusing you".

"Well, how would giving him my mark help in securing my future? In case you didn't notice, he abused me in every way possible. He spread nasty rumors about me, humiliated me, erased my work, smashed my car and BROKE MY LEG!"

She frowned. "Okay, I didn't approve of those too but you must understand that it only happened because you tried to go against your vow," Her eyes took on a sympathetic shade. "We're not like them, honey, we don't have the ability to break our promises."

"Mom, let's just ignore that vow for a moment. Let's not forget the fact that in the real word, I'M A MAN! Two men can't marry each other in the real world, mom. So how exactly am I supposed to fulfill that promise?"

Mom made a dismissive wave. "Details, details. You're a Lili, dear. You are by default female, though you may also be either a succubus or an incubus. You can be either male or female though you may only ever feed in female form. As a succubus, you attract and consume male essence. As an incubus, you exude male essence. Anyway, what's so bad about being his wife? There are much worse fates than to be someone else's wife."

"Mom, he's evil. He abuses me all the time and spares no detail whenever he does that. He's the stereotypical wife beater! I won't be caught dead as his wife! Ever!"

"Now that's an improvement. You've just accepted the idea of yourself being a wife."

"Oh shut up. It didn't mean anything."

I took another look around. "So this is where I'll go after my death? I'm not really looking forward to it. It seems rather dull."

Giggling, she said, "Oh yes, it's dull, but nobody cares because nobody's even aware of themselves here. All thanks to the mist. That's the beauty of being in Tartarus. Sadly, you won't be coming here after you die."

"What do you mean, mom? This is where human souls go to after their death, isn't it?"

"Yes, but you're one of the Lilim. If you die, you will die as a Lili, as a demon."

"Then why are you here? Aren't you a Lili too?"

"Yes, but I'm different because before I died, Mother freed me from my obligations. Mother allowed me to die a human death. Otherwise, I'd probably end up being stripped of my powers and memories to be reborn as another Lili. If I was lucky, I would probably return to Adam Kadmon to be reborned as a new human soul. If I was very unlucky, I might lose myself and become Legion," she winced as she said the last word.

"That's the fate that awaits me?" I asked, totally horrified. I don't want to be Legion!

"Yes, but Mother as our matriarch and owner can decide where we go, so play nice with her. You really want to be on her good side. Becoming Legion would've been the worst punishment that I can think of before Judgement Day," she said with a shudder.

"But that's the problem, mom. I don't want to 'play nice' with Mother. I want to be me! I want to be free! I don't want to do Mother's bidding!"

Mom looked at me with a sad expression. Or was that pity? "Are you sure that's what you really want, dear?"

I hesitated. Truth was, I was starting to like my life as as Lili. As Patrick, I was uptight, vindictive and bitter where as Ilyse, I was more liberated, cheery and fun-loving. I know I'm going to regret thinking this, but for the past few times, I kind of liked the idea of spending time with Chris. Oh, this is so sick!

"Having second thoughts, dear?" mom interrupted with a knowing smile.

I sputtered as I was caught off guard by her remark, "No, no of course not. Why would I be having second thoughts, mom?"

Her smile widened as she said, "Oh, I don't know ... why don't you tell me?"

"No! I'm not backing away. I want to be free. I don't want to be forced to do Mother's bidding anymore. I want to live the way I want to. So if you really care for me, mom, you'll help me."

Mom sighed, "Such disrespect. Where have I went wrong with you?"

"MOM!"

"Yes, yes. What kind of help do you wish from me? Just remember I'm already dead," she joked, which I couldn't seem to bring myself to laugh along with.

"Well, how about some info? How do I get myself free like you?"

"I'm afraid you can't take the same route as me, dear. I didn't set out to be freed in the first place, it just happened. Mine was a very special circumstance. Though if you really want to, you can try the same route 6 years from now. There would be a similar event then. Doubt it though, since I have served her for half a millennia before doing that final deed."

"You never told me of your life before. You have 500 years' worth of stories I'd love to hear, mom. Why didn't you ever tell me anything?"

"I'm sorry, my sweet lily. It was just that I was afraid. I was afraid that you would blame me. I was afraid that you would hate me. Til I died, I couldn't bring myself to tell you. Would you ever forgive me?"

"We have time now, mom. You can tell me anything, I'll listen."

"Oh, how would I start? 500 year's worth of memory is a lot of memory."

"How about you start with the place where you grew up, mom. How was England 500 years ago?"

"England? Whoever said I was raised in England?"

"But your accent ... and you told us that your family migrated from England."

"I lived in England in the late 19th century and up to the middle of the 20th century. I migrated alone after the Second World War since my parents died of black death in the 16th century. I was actually born in a small hamlet near Leipzig in current Germany on the summer of 1488."

"Germany? You were a German?"

"A generic term. You must understand that when I was born, there was no such thing as Germany. We only had the Holy Roman Empire, but many would argue that it was not a German nation."

"Okay, so how was Germany back then?"

"Very turbulent. You can't travel far without meeting several 'tax collectors'. Minor nobles and raubritter were numerous and they made life pretty hard and dangerous for peasants like my family."

After pausing once, she continued, "But all that paled in comparison to the threat posed by the evil cult of Baphomet."

My interest rose. "Baphomet? Wasn't he that goat-headed demon that the satanists kept worshipping as the face of the devil? The one they identified as Lucifer?"

With a weak smile, she said, "Yes, that's the one, though he was neither the devil nor Lucifel. He was a minor demon, one only slightly higher in status compared to the imps."

"So how did he get such a huge following? And what was the significance with your story?"

"You need to know that the title 'Baphomet' was originally empty. It was originally a perversion of the muslim prophet Muhammad, who was called Mahomet by the crusaders. This demon, who was originally so insignificant that none remembered his original name, saw the opportunity and attached himself to that name. He became almost an equal to the Seven Sins overnight. Then he started waging war on the Princes and Princesses of Sheol. Lord Astaroth fell first and Agrat Bat Mahlat fell second. Lord Belial tried to rally the other Princes and Princesses of Sheol to join forces and crush Baphomet's army but apart from Agrat and Naamah, he failed to get the others to join the fight. Not even Mother heeded his call to arms."

"I've heard of that, but I thought the Lilim fought Baphomet?"

"Well, we had no choice. He suddenly appeared at our doorstep with his entire army and demanded that Mother be his consort. Of course we couldn't just allow such insult to go unpunished, so we fought, despite the overwhelming odds. All Lilim, whether in Sheol or Assiah were recalled to Yenne Velt to defend the border while the unicornes stayed near Mother's throne in Vanity Meadows to weave a grand spell to stop Baphomet. Against Baphomet's numerically superior army, we fell like stalks of wheat. Not even I with my five guardian artifacts were able to hold them. My subbies all fell by the second wave. If not for Edria's sacrifice, we wouldn't even be able to hold against the third wave. I was overrun by the fourth wave and had to flee to Assiah before they grabbed me. Even in Assiah, I was hunted by Baphomet's worshippers. If not for a kind boy who happened to come across my weakened body, I think I would've been impaled and paraded by Baphomet's worshippers."

"So how did we, I mean the Lilim, survived?"

"Agrat and Naamah's forces arrived shortly before the ... you know what, it's easier to just show it to you," she held out her left hand, "Take my hand, we'll explore my memories. Have you ever done this before?"

"Yes, I've done something like this with Mother to find out why Chris was my soulmate."

Mom gave a brief smile. "Was that the word she used? That's totally out of character for her. Now, stand still and wait for awhile. I have never been very good with spells and although this one is quite easy, it's still too specific for me."

I felt her hold my hands tighter as a jolt and a slight woozy feeling came over me. Immediately, my view distorted and my left hand flew up to rub my eyes. As I was rubbing, I saw my surrounding change and peel as if there was another reality behind it. After about ten minutes of watching my surrounding distort and peel, the images around me settled. Good thing too, I was about to get sick from all the dizzying sights.

"Recognize this place?" mom asked.

I looked at the gigantic archway over the very long road leading into the forest, realizing that I've been here once before. I was about to answer her when I noticed the gloomy mood around me. The last time I was here, this place was full of joy, full of laughter. Now, there seems to be a cloud of despair and fear around us. I couldn't tell for sure where the feelings came from because we were alone here.

"This is the arched gateway to Inner Yenne Velt. It feels different from the last time I was here. And where's everyone?"

She blushed. "Sorry about that. Specific spells like this were never meant to be used by three horned Lilim. I had to spend ten minutes just to form a sustainable matrix. We normally just use grand spells that drained the hell out of our powers. Hold on, just a bit longer."

Then I heard disjointed noises, the likes you'd hear from scratchy CDs. After petering out a few times, the noises became more understandable as images flickered over the scenery. At some point, there were disembodied but clear noises, screams, shouts and yells. Then something like a fog fell over the scenery and it formed people, mostly Lilim, some looked like human with weird headdresses. Most didn't even look like people. There were creatures that looked like large winged insects with pincers and scorpion's tail, swooping onto the army of Lilim and humans. There were blobs with tentacles firing blob projectiles and casting spells which disintegrated those bugs. None of them were doing very well. Once those Lilim or humans were grabbed by one of those bugs, they weakened and turn into dry husks shortly after. Those tentacled blobs that had one of those bugs stuck into it melted while those bugs gave birth to more of those foul bugs.

"Mira, you come back here now!" yelled Sarai at the two horned figure running panicly towards the rear.

"You can fight all you want, mistress, but I don't want to die like Serana!"

"Damned coward! Sergei!" she shouted to one of the 5 giant disney genies standing guard around her. One of the giants, Sergei, nodded at her and elongated his right hand to catch the fleeing Mira.

He then deposited Mira in front of Sarai and her genies. "Now fight..." muttered Sarai so that only Mira would hear, " ... or I'll kill you myself."

The two horned Lili, Mira couldn't even stand a minute against the Legion onslaught. One of the buglike creatures managed to get its scorpion tail into her guts and drained her of her powers. The Lili's body dried up and turned into dust. The Legion immediately leaped onto Sarai who were too caught up with blasting away one of the Legions and wasn't aware of the one leaping at her. Right before the bug managed to sink its scorpion tail into the top of Sarai's head, a red blast pierced its own head and it fell lifeless to the ground. About a mile to the rear, five very tall Lilim were standing on the arched gateway into Inner Yenne Velt. Three of them were firing magic arrows from their bows, one was reloading her crossbow while another one was aiming her musket.

Thanks for the help, Araminta. Keep that musket shooting!

No problem, Sarai. Just don't get caught like that again.

That's a pretty dumb strategy, Sarai. You should've used her as support instead of a tanker.

Shut up, Beata. I don't tolerate cowards. Is the shield operational yet? Sarai looked behind at a three horn who were flanked by six other three horns on top of a large boulder.

Yes, Milen just told me that the shield is stable and will operate at full power the moment she break contact, which was two minutes ago. This effectively means that we can no longer go in or out of Inner Yenne Velt.

One of Sarai's guardian genies casted a reddish blast that melted hundreds of Legions from the sky. Another slapped a couple of Legions away from Sarai.

I hope their plan works, Beata.

I hope so too. Else we'll just die for nothing out here.

I don't wish to die, Beata. I hope we can all get out of here alive

Unlikely, but I'm sure that some of us would be able to escape when the spell was ready.

Let's just pray that it's soon, I don't think I can last much longer. I almost shortcircuited Gerard just now.

Do your best anyhow, we need to defend for at least another hour.