Keila was in bed watching “The wealthy wives of Warner” on the big TV screen in her room. It was a vain, materialistic show that reminded Keila of her teenage years before the latest rebellion when there had been relative peace and safety in her life back in Mars. Back then she had limited interest in her mum's revolutionary talk and hatred for the Terran Council. Instead, Keila had been looking at ways to use her half-Terran heritage to her advantage, trying to secure Terran citizenship to get off the red dusty shithole Mars and start a new life on the pristine Earth. Those dreams had come to naught though as Keila, was filled with anger and psychologically scarred after being repeatedly r***d and tortured by Bjorn Muller when she was abducted and kidnapped by the monster. Keila had directed her anger into violence by killing the leader of the Terran Council, Hans Muller. Killing the leader of the Terran Council ensured that she would be branded a nefarious criminal for the remainder of her life and realising that the dice had been thrown she embraced her fate and became the figurehead of the revolutionary movement, The Martian Humanist Alliance.
Keila’s premonitory visions and visual imagery had also started appearing actively at the time when Bjorn Muller kept her as a s*x slave. Before that event, she had had some weaker premonitions that she hadn’t thought much about, but from that moment, her visionary gift and prudence intensified. Her visions had told her to inure Bjorn Muller, and they had guided her to safety. The visions had also shown her how to infiltrate the Terran Council and get close enough to Hans Muller to assassinate him. The latest four years they had helped her countless times to perform other near-impossible feats. But what did frustrate her was that she never managed to understand how she got all her prudential visions and premonitions and what goal she was really serving. Despite having clairvoyance and premonition, she was clueless, just like everyone else.
Keila knew that her visions technically speaking, classified her as crazy and severely schizophrenic and that many in the rebellion group whispered about it behind her back. It had been hurtful at first, but she had learned to ignore it. A delusional madwoman would not consistently be right, so she knew her visions were not insanity but something else, something scientifically unexplainable and something out of the ordinary.
Suddenly Keila’s visuals started flicking, and she started having random memories pop up in her mind. Eventually, the memory of her killing Jeshua came up out of the blue. Then, a woman similar in age to herself showed up in the room as a mirage and screamed her lungs out before then disappearing again. Startled by the vision, Keila summoned Metatron, the only one she trusted, to her chamber.
Metatron:
- You called mistress.
- Pardon me for seeing you in limited clothing. You look very beautiful and alluring, nonetheless.
Keila:
- No apology needed, it’s all on me. I experienced something so stressful, so I merely forgot to dress appropriately before summoning you.
Metatron:
- I am listening, Keila.
Keila:
- I’ll get to it. But first a technical question. Is it possible for someone with a lower-tier chip, and angel chip, to access my memories and show up as hallucinations?
Metatron:
- No, I have never heard of it, and it would defeat the purpose of the divine technology. Then again, the technology is alien in origin, and we still don’t fully understand it.
- What happened?
Keila:
- My vision started flickering, and I had random memories popping up in my mind. Then at one memory, an image of a woman screaming came up in the room.
- She looked like me, I think we shared the same racial features, but she was less toned, and she was wearing an Edenite priestess gown.
Metatron pressed a switch, and Adina’s photo appeared as a hologram in the room.
Metatron:
- Was it this woman?
Keila
- Yes, that is her. Who is she?
Metatron:
- She is Adina. She was Lucifer’s daughter. Abraham ordered her to have an angel chip implanted, and she was to be raised by high priest Markus under close supervision from the angels.
Keila:
- Why did he order that?
Metatron:
- I have no idea, to be honest, and trust me on this one; Abraham was not someone you ever questioned.
- Anyways, Adina was rumoured to have special psionic abilities giving her abilities that no other angel or even Abraham had. Abraham did not realise the threat she posed until it was too late for him, which was fortunate for you.
Keila:
- Fortunate? What do you mean?
Metatron:
- Do you really think Abaddon chose to kill himself when he had maimed you and Jeshua and was about to kill you? It must have been Adina’s doing.
Keila:
- Now that you are saying it, I did come across this strange woman, Elizabeth, who acted like a remote-controlled zombie, who told me that she was bringing a message from Adina.
- She helped us back then; does that mean she is a friendly and a potential ally?
Metatron:
- Considering that you took the position she is yearning for, and you killed her brother in cold blood, I would say a non-hostile attitude from her is very unlikely.
Keila froze for a moment. She had known Metatron for over a week, and she had never mentioned what she did to Abraham and Jeshua. She had assumed he didn’t know what had happened, which was an absurd notion, considering the number of cameras filming everything on the Divine Control Centre space station. But why hadn’t he mentioned it before? Keila was suddenly filled with remorse over what she did to Jeshua, and she was struggling to hold back her tears.
Keila:
- So, you knew all along, and you haven’t mentioned it. I don’t know what happened to me when I killed Jeshua. I was just compelled to do it, my visions told me.
Metatron:
- There hasn’t been any reason to mention it before. Your reason for killing Abraham was apparent, and your reason for killing Jeshua is merely irrelevant to me.
- Regardless I only mentioned it now to explain the unlikelihood in Adina being of friendly disposition towards us.
Keila:
- But if you knew that I killed my partner, in cold blood, why did you choose to help me?
Metatron:
- I just went with my feeling!
- After you killed Abraham, I was free from his tyranny. But what would I do? Then I woke up first of everyone after you unleashed the psionic blast, knocking everyone unconscious. I knew what to do, by elevating you to Godhood, I would also elevate myself and finally be able to redeem myself from obeying Abraham’s wicked egotistical ravenousness to carry out his atrocities throughout the years.
Keila:
- You don’t worry that I will do the same to you as I did to Jeshua.
Metatron:
- No, I don’t.
- I am an old man in a young man’s body. If I am meant to die, so be it.
Keila:
- You are not that old? You don’t look much older than 30?
Metatron:
- Quadruple that, and you are closer to the truth.
Keila looked at Metatron with a puzzled expression. It did not make any sense to her that the man in front of her would be so old. She was aware of DNA regeneration technology being used among Terrans, but even then, Metatron would bear the scars of aging that the technology could not hide. Eventually, she decided to ask him.
Keila:
- How can that be? You don’t have the distinct scars of aging that people that old would always have?
Metatron:
- That is because I have spent most of my years in cryogenic sleep to avoid aging as Abraham envisioned Eden to be a project to last for an eternity, and he didn’t want his Angels to age.
Keila:
- I see. I would prefer to be alone now. Return to your quarters Metatron.
As Metatron walked towards the door, Keila failed to control her emotions anymore. Filled with grief and remorse, she let down her barrier, and the feelings overwhelmed her. With tears pouring down from her chin, Keila called out to Metatron: “Don’t go, stay with me, I don’t want to be alone”. The puzzled Metatron turned around, and Keila jumped into his arms. She refused to let go with tears running down her cheeks. They just stood there like that frozen for a long time, before Metatron tucked her into sleep.