The Chronicle of Belthaeous
by John W. Steele
Rodney Neumann, a brilliant student of mathematics, has earned a scholarship at Columbia University. After years of spiritual struggle he has adopted materialism as his personal philosophy. In graduate school, he studies under, Dr. Adrian Nacroanus, an eccentric scientist who heads the Department of Genetic Engineering. The doctor’s advancements in biotechnology have earned him a reputation as a near-mythological being. In time, he and Rodney form a master-student relationship based on deep theosophical insights that Nacroanus reveals to him.
Dr. Nacroanus has developed a serum called Eternulum that he claims will increase human longevity. But before he can bestow his gift on humanity he must retrieve a mummified angel named Belthaeous, who has lain entombed in the Cave of the Ancients for thousands of years.
Rodney and Nacroanus journey to the Himalayas to find the hidden entity. Deep in the mountains, Rodney witnesses miracles that shatter his understanding of reality and confront him with forces of ultimate malevolence.
Chapter 30: Twin Flames
Mindy paced down the corridor, her steps short and quick. “Fifteen years of my life wasted on that impotent tin god,” she raged inwardly. “How could I have been such a fool? Why did I allow him to deceive me for so long? I loved him. Love is a sickness, a mindless, fated curse. I will never find the one I’m looking for. Face it, girl, you’re alone and you’ll always be alone.”
She turned left at the bend in the annex and headed along the hallway leading to her quarters. Near the end of the hall, a stone-faced guard stood before the door of the laboratory that housed Belthaeous.
When she passed the Avatar, a tingle erupted behind her right eye, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced. The pleasant vibration hooked her awareness, and a wave of energy sparkled in her nerves. A soothing voice flowed like honey through her mind, and her anger evaporated. “I am Belthaeous. Come to me, my lovely. We have much to share.”
She looked warily at the guard. His body stiffened and she struggled to appear aloof.
“It is I, Belthaeous my darling. Come to me and I will grant you your heart’s desire.”
The voice did not frighten her. Since her exposure to the Vulpeculans, telepathy seemed perfectly natural. Belthaeous, the dreaming god, what could he possibly want from me?
Mindy slowed her pace and approached the sentry, a burly man with a coarse, amber-colored beard.
“Dr. Nacroanus sent me to pick up some things from the lab,” she said. “Let me inside.”
The guard stood firm. He pulled his submachine gun to his chest and tightened his hands on the frame grip. A hypnotic glare radiated from his eyes. “No one enters the laboratory without signed orders from Dr. Nacroanus or Dr. Neumann,” he barked.
Mindy’s face softened. She ran her finger along the strapping man’s cheek, gently stroking his lips with her thumb. “You wouldn’t want me to tell Adrian you touched me, would you, Thor?”
The man swallowed hard, his eyes narrowed. “I’m going to page Dr. Neumann,” he growled.
Mindy opened her gown. “Who do you think he’ll believe, honey; you, who are quite disposable, or me, his beloved pet? You know what happened to the last stud he grew green-eyed over.”
The man’s lip quivered and his face grew pale. “Please don’t implicate me in this. I have a wife and a daughter.”
“You’re far more intelligent than you look, Adonis. Five minutes is all I need. Don’t allow anyone to enter while I’m inside. If you can follow directions, you will live to see your family again. Or would you rather have Adrian’s elite guard cast you into the vat of flesh-eating scarab beetles he saves for his dearest friends?”
The big man chewed the inside of his lip and nodded his head. He turned and entered the combination in the keypad. The door hissed, and Mindy entered. The guard sealed the door behind her.
The computers in the room hummed in a smooth, nearly inaudible drone. The room felt cool, and Mindy drew her scanty robe about her.
Inside a cell of heavy Plexiglas, the Avatar sat upon an altar made of surgical stainless steel. He was wearing a ceremonial golden robe made of the finest silk. His body remained in the full lotus posture, his fingers formed a mundra, and his hands rested in his lap. The Avatar’s chest rose and fell in a slow, nearly indiscernible rhythm. The Angel’s eyes remained closed, and he appeared to be absorbed in meditation.
Mindy studied the deep lines and hollows of his forehead, admiring the breadth of his shoulders and the symmetry of his form.
“I am Belthaeous. Come to me. Come to me you must, my child, for I hold the key to your imagination.”
Mindy approached cautiously, like a bird charmed by a snake.
“Do not fear me, my lovely. Not even Mammon would harm one as desirable as you.
For you are as fair as Venus
In a cold morning sky
Hours before dawn.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I seek the same things you long for, my dear: companionship, the desire to be loved... pleasure.”
“I’m not supposed to be here,” Mindy said dutifully.
“Are you so beguiled by Nacroanus you do not know your own mind?”
Mindy frowned. She raised her head and stepped forward.
“Unlock the door and enter in, my sweet. To cross the threshold is the first step to the fulfillment of your most cherished imaginings.”
“How do you know my desire, Lord Belthaeous? I am a mystery to everyone.”
“Oh, but not to me, my lovely. I can see your heart. I feel its despair and I sense the depth of its wonder. You are indeed a rare and precious jewel. Come to me. Let me ease the burden of your passion.”
Her hand rose as if not by its own volition. Belthaeous channeled the coded sequence to her and she punched the numbered keypads on the panel. The chamber hissed with the release of oxygen, and Mindy stepped into the cube.
“Ahhh... yes, you are a vixen. Such a pity a body such as yours has never tasted the fire of a sovereign being.”
A sensation like the kiss of a thousand butterfly wings danced on her skin. A warm twirling vibration entered her and she moaned ecstatically.
How beautiful you are, my darling
Your fragrance sweeter than apricots,
Your skin softer than the petal of a lily.
Let me kiss your mouth, my love,
For your lips are like a red rose,
Tender, and sweeter than the finest wine.
Your face is rapture to behold,
Nor can the nymphs in the heavens
Liken to your loveliness.
Your form is like the full moon in autumn,
Shining resplendent in its glory,
An enchantment filled with mystery
And delightful to behold.
Your lines have captured the essence of desire,
And smooth as the finest ivory are your breasts.
The flesh of your thighs drives a man to madness;
Your legs finer than pillars of alabaster.
All night long I will love you in my bed.
Your discontent will fade away
Like clouds beneath the burning rays of a new-born sun,
We shall become one mind,
And you shall reign as my queen
Forever and ever.
The siren’s head fell back in a swoon. A searing climax pulsed through her body. Mindy shuddered, and moaned in the complete abandon of sensual rapture.
In a beat of her heart, the world lost its grayscale wretchedness. The part of her she thought had died, bloomed to life, like the glory of a dry and barren desert revived by a gentle rain.
The depth of this instant connection eclipsed anything she had ever known. No one ever touched her as deeply as this dreaming god, Belthaeous, the shadow of life. The part of her she thought had died ignited in a sea of passion like a meteor soaring through the empty black void of her loneliness.
Never had she sensed a polarization of this nature, and she knew after what seemed an eternity she’d found her twin flame.
When Mindy regained her senses, she approached Belthaeous. A bulge protruded from the Archon’s robe. Mindy stared at it longingly.
“Loveliness such as yours can awaken a man from the shadow of death, my sweet. You are the one who made the jade stick rise. Touch me if you will.”
Mindy raised the Avatar’s robe and fondled the thick tube of flesh. The organ felt cool in her hands, but she stroked it gently and ran her cheek along the shaft. She raised the pulsing organ to her lips and kissed the tip tenderly.
“Without my release from oblivion I will never be able to love you completely, my dear. But there is a way, if you are sincere.”
“How may I serve you, my king?” she asked.
“Listen to me, my love, for there is much you must know. Seat yourself before me, and open your mind to my world. When I return from the depths of oblivion, you shall touch the heart of Belthaeous, the first to do so in a thousand years.”
Copyright © 2014 by John W. Steele