A nuisance for the Ancient Gods

The Ancient Gods(1) founded their underwater fortress on Earth long after the War of the Heretic Wizards by Chirapters(2).
They were used to cross the dimensions and the space through multidimensional alignments and they returned on this planet long after their first visits.
The Ancient Gods were original from other dimensions and endowed with immense powers over creation and multiverses, themselves made of a material that overcame the limits of time and space; so they resulted constituted by an essence capable of coexisting in many universes and guaranteeing them immortality and indestructibility.
Despite their powers and abilities they were regarded as noisy and annoying young adolescents by other even more powerful deities who had shared visits in this dimension too, such as the the original Chthonic Gods(3), Tenkish (4), Gomura (5), the Court of Azazoth(6), and the Sultan Almighty(7).
So the Ancients Gods paid attention to their visits to the planets, on the one hand attracted by the idea of ​​showing their power and their dominion over these worlds and at the same time intimidated by the risk of having to confront more powerful Gods.
On the Earth, The Ancient Gods instituted cults to indulge their nature at different times, first they were worshiped by a species of intelligent marine arthropods of the primary age, then by mighty warm-blooded creatures from the secondary age.
These cults satisfied and nourished the Ancient Gods, but when they became too active and began to pervade the multidimensional ether of the region, the original Chthonic Gods required the Ancient Gods to moderate their practices and sometimes dispelled these essences or dispersed their followers.



When the Original Chthonic Gods decided to mostly abandon the Earth after the War of the Heretic Wizards, the Ancient Gods returned to Earth and erected underwater fortress in the middle of the Ocean, as they did also on other thousands of planets, then most of them hibernated in armored sarcophagi to await an age where to be able to return active without having to submit to the laws of the Chthonic Gods.
The Ancient Gods had several species of succubus, some original from Earth other from other locations; these were used to worship the Anciend Gods as well as to look after them in their sanctuaries. Succubus included anthropomorphic entities similar to fishs or covered by tentacles, other ones appeared in the form of huge cnidarian anthozoas with thousand poisonous pseudopodes, others were similar to fish or cephalopods.
Indeed the Ancient Gods found annoying moslty immediately the presence of the Jinishs (8) that were still infesting the vibrating elements remained on the Earth. So they entrusted their own succubi the task of eradicating this breed of parasites.
The treatment proved effective first, and many of these Jinishs were brought into the fortress and subjected to rites and torments to extract from their spirit essences of which the Ancient Gods were greedy: the tanks of the sarcophagi were filled with these essences and the Ancient Gods resulted happy.
The Great Priest and Grand Minister of the Ancient Gods, responsible to preserve the sarcophagi during this era, was initially fascinated by the Jinishs and their impetuous nature and intelligence, he enjoyed observing them both in freedom and in captivity, and even when his succubi tormented them to extract the essences for the sarcophagi; he was also amused to see how the Jinishs managed to escape capture attempts and how bravely they fought with the succubi.
However, soon the High Priest understood that these parasites were too clever and annoying to be considered a leisure; he lost his patience when one of these, called by the other Riblis (9), managed to damage parts of the underwater fortress.
So Finally the Ancient God decided, by his role as Grand Minister, to free one of his young Chthonic Adepts, called Meflish (10), and ordered him to deal with the problem and capture the last of these annoying creatures.
For Meflish it was easy to set up a trap and capture this rebellious Jinish and chain him down; Meflish throw him, mutilated, into an area infradimensional with a curse of nonexistence.
The Young God returned to the Grand Minister the hands and feet of that Jinish to be employed in rites and he obtained praise from the powerful Ancient God.
While the ages passed all the Ancient Gods entered hibernation in the sarcophagi and the fortress of the abyss became dormant, observing the passage of time on Earth without too much interest.
The corrupt remains of the rebellious Jinish arts were eventually thrown away, resulting no longer useful for rituals after thousands years of torment, while Meflish was left free to watch over the new emerging species, remaining in the shadow of the depths of the Earth to protect the hidden Fortress of the Ancient Gods.



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(1) Ancient Gods: They are alien creatures of immense power original from other immortal and indestructible space-time dimensions, from some they are assimilated to the Great Old Ones from others to the Outer Gods
(2) Chirapters: Hypothetical alien race with bat-like appearance from Jebesh, an unknown planet, they would have founded the mythical city of Rashas over 30 million years ago in the region today called Tunisia
(3) Original Chthonic Gods: Gods of the mythological undergrounds of which practically nothing is known except names and epithets, according to some, they are similar to shamanic entities present in the Archaic period; among them we remember Frenosha, called the pure daughter of Thenkish assimilated by some to Feronia, Etruscan divinity and Caprush, called the magnanimous sister of Thenkish, assimilated by some to Cupra, an entity sacred to the Picenes
(4) Thenkish: Chthonic God, called the thundering, identified by someone with the human cult of Etna (Eurignazian deity)
(5) Gomuna: Chthonic Goddess called the dark consort of Thenkish and identified by someone with Chera (archaic Greek Roman divinity)
(6) the Court of Azazoth: Powerful High-Powered Chthonic Gods who live at the court of Azazoth, identified by some with the Outer Gods
(7) the Sultan Omnipotent or Azazoth: Supreme Divinity of immense power and chaotic, identified by someone as Azathoth, the Blind and Idiot God at center of Universe
(8) Jinish: creatures generated by magma thanks to the powers of the Chthonic Gods; they are often assimilated to the Jinns of Islamic culture, to the known Western genes or to the Angels themselves
(9) Riblis: called the Mutterer, another name used to refer to Rijatal, Jinish rebel, originally known as the Flaming, then became Riblis the Mutterer, according to some minority theories it can be assimilated to Agi, Vedic divinity of Light and fire
(10) Meflish, evil Subterranean Deity, sometimes identified with Enki as the Sumerian god of knowledge, of water and evil

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Hospitality

-Thilli adored complex devices, a tribute to the extraordinary and awkward automata of her early childhood, not that she needed it now; as she did not need a baroque palace to remind her adolescence, the first reception seen from a keyhole or her first dance in society. Nevertheless she adored this palace capable of guaranteeing all comforts and elegance as it glides into the space propelled by three powerful engines.
And She decided to receive in her Floating Palace the Prince Men-Bed-Gal : a friend as friendship could exist between two Superior Ones, indeed a friend She desired to please by her best hospitality and gratitude for a recent and precious favor.
Although different in terms of origin and lineage, nowadays their souls were similar, even if it was dubious to address as souls their torn pieces of spirit, stained by most obscure of sins.
The Palace, however, was candid and full of every kind of luxury, with objects crafted in irreproachable manners, made from the skilled and tireless hands of his followers with a care dictated by a religious devotion to their Supreme Goddesses. Her dress, on the other hand, was totally different: a black gothic dress that amused her and that she enjoyed to show in company with Superior Ones; almost a tribute to the bare simplicity that gave her even more prominence within that baroque white palace suspended in that cold universe.


My Dear Prince in which lands you lead me with my modest Palace? please enjoy a rare essence or a mellifluous pleasure, as we slowly slide towards the destination indicated by you.
-At the horizon, one shiny dot grew until it became a green, blue, pulsating globe, rich in life, civilized according to the standards of that dimension to the equivalent of the information age.


Thilli of Stockholm, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, the Wonderful Art springs from your lips like honey.
Great Darkness of the right tone that hates the infidel, Great Wave that nobody dares to obstruct.
Thilli, Flaming Voice of vendetta, nobody dares to hinder you bring confusion and you know how to direct your followers.
Dressed in magnificent clothes, Lady, Goddess, dispense your grace, let your Voice warm the cold of this gigantic space.
You who know how to dip the notes in the Art, I guide you to this rough land of fools to offer you a scene worthy of your Opera.
Do not be afraid please and glide down.
-The Palace glided in the atmosphere, beautiful meadows and forests alternating with cities built with a wealth of details for praising the power of technology and intellect, as well as respect for nature and the glory of those foolish people. The unknown giant of metal and stone, designed like a baroque sculpture set on a bullet, was something so alien that, promptly, the irrepressible defenses responded by sending flying vehicles and arranging weapons. Over thousand channels, they sent messages, they tried to communicate, to understand, to prevent a misunderstanding with what it was supposed to be their first contact with alien species.
Rare was for Men-Bed-Gal of Bad Tibia, Lord of the Icy Blades, to be called Prince as it happened so much time before and, even rarer, to enjoy the splendid hospitality of Thilli, Flaming Voice of Revenge,.
A small gift granted by him, with even greater prodigality than she had requested, renewed their friendship and now reciprocated with the hospitality of Her Palace and with Her splendid Voice.
Men-Bed-Gal, Lord of the Icy Blades, was fascinated by this Supreme One.
It was not her mere beauty, unique and obscure, that fascinated him, He was trained to face female beauty: He who had not hesitated, as a young man, to brutally violate bodies of beautiful women, raided in the dust of the bloody battles, He who had mercilessly pierced and purified their bodies by solid and melted metal, He who snatched young marvelous eyes airily during rites to honor Meflish the Light Squander.
He respected Thilli, the Flaming voice of Vendetta, as he respected the Sacred Priestesses to whom he devoutly bowed as a young warlord, even though he was aRoyal Heir, Careful among the Warriors and Master of Palaces.
For centuries past and lost, endless slaves, precious as a palace, have enjoyed his bed, though Men-Bed-Gal, Lord of the Icy Blades, preferred other pleasures and different tastes to satisfy his sinful senses.
However, today, Thilli, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, was much more than those of Priestess and just do to Her Supreme Powers, but for that Splendid Voice capable of enchanting the minds.-

The Gift you offer me, Thilli, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, is as dear as Your Hospitality. Little I did to deserve such gratitude; however my personal present to such unique Host is the the stage where to Sing and the tribute to collected.

-Slowly Men-Bed-Gal, Lord of the Icy Blades, caressed the Chest of Obsidian which he brought, a precious and priceless gift of a Beloved Friend. Very rare has been for any living creature to tell memories on the undertakes of this Chest. At his soft touch: flames, explosion everywhere, the face of that green planet burned, the looming weapons broke, the seas boiled, the ashes covered the land, while the beautiful Palace of Thilli, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, glided over that Apocalypse.
But even more, thanks to the power of the Chests, the souls generated by these improvised hecatombs were captured within it and they flowed there by silently crying in despairation.-
Oh, my Prince, what a Power
-Thilli exulted and smiled looking at the scene from the balcony of the Palace, while she sang with all his heart and with all her passion, pleased to thank the Prince, her friend. An incomparable soprano voice, capable of exalting notes so intense that men of arms have yielded to tears in other Ages. And now as She was singing, she could clearly perceived the Prince appreciation, his love for her voice so intense to overpass that one of whole legions of kings, while around her, that world was rapidly fading and dying.
The song was sweet, at least as hellish was the scenario and she was entranced by her interpretation while enjoying to see the Prince fully satisfied. In just a few minutes, there is nothing, but destruction: everywhere. Thilli continued the interpretation with a particular talent, delighted by that crescendo and pleasures till the end of the melody.- Brava! Brava! -Waiting the silence after the last note, Men-Bed-Gal, Lord of the Icy Blades, acclaimed her by clapping his hands as he learned she was used to enjoy, but a much more precious present, he decided to gift her for that magnificent execution. From the Chest of Ossidiana, he extracted a black pearl, soaked by the soul of all the fast lives harvested on the planet.
At the touch, that black object quivered with the despair of billions of creatures, gathered by an obscure power and imprisoned forever without being able even to rest after death.
Men-Bed-Gal, Lord of the Icy Blades, offered the pearl to Thilli, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, as a present for her spending Hospitality.

Taking the black pearl from the Prince, She had suspicious about its content on the basis of heard legends, she experienced an emotional explosion, invaded by the perception of that immense and eternal despair: it was a shock able to drive crazy any mortal, but Thilli. She turned so excited and happy, experiencing pleasure as never before. She gripped the Pearl and shouted her Pleasure, biting hard her quivering and trembling lips. A timeless moment that dragged on for minutes-
Splendid and unique gift, my Prince!
-Thilli dropped the pearl back in her pocket while still feeling her influence, so she was incredibly happy to provide the Prince with all the best of the best that her palace and her properties could grant. Together they were free and they satiated themselves as only the Superior Ones are able to do.

At a certain point, Thilli demanded to the Prince what was the name of such planet and what these creatures have done to deserve such a fate.


In truth, Thilli, Flaming Voice of Vendetta, I ignore it, however I feel its colors were in tune with the Sound of your Voice.
- So they laughed tasty, before to return to more interesting topics.
The ruins of the planet are now part of the Legendary Gothic World and the souls of its people in eternal strident screams of desperation are imprisoned within a Black Pearl, in Thilli's pocket.
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Ospitalità

-Thilli adorava i congegni complessi, un tributo agli straordinari e impacciati automi della sua prima infanzia, non che ne avesse un gran bisogno oramai; come non aveva bisogno di un palazzo baracco che le ricordasse la sua adolescenza, il primo ricevimento visto da un buco della serratura o il suo primo ballo in società. Ciò nonostante adorava il suo palazzo capace di garantirle il conforto della comodità e dell'eleganza mentre scivolava nel vuoto spinta da una tre possenti motori.
E nel suo palazzo flottante aveva deciso di ricevere il Principe Men-Bed-Gal: un amico come si può esserlo fra Supremi, ma un amico a cui amava dimostrare la sua ospitalità e riconoscenza per un recente e prezioso favore.
Per quanto diversi per origine e stirpe, ora le loro anime erano simili, se pur fosse concesso pensare che fossero anime quei brandelli di spirito stracciati e macchiati dei più oscuri tra i peccati.
Il palazzo però era candido e ricco di ogni genere di lusso, con oggetti curati in modo ineccepibile, realizzati dalle abili e infaticabili mani dei suoi seguaci con una cura dettata da una dedizione religiosa per la propria Suprema. Il suo abito viceversa era totalmente diverso: una mise gotica che la divertiva portare in compagnia di altri Supremi, quasi un tributo alla semplicità che le dava ancor più risalto all'interno di quel palazzo barocco sospeso in quel freddo universo.-


Mio Caro Principe in quali spazi mi conducete con il mio modesto Palazzo? Vi prego godete di una essenza o di un mellifluo piacere, mentre scivoliamo lentamente verso la destinazione da voi indicata.

-All'orizzonte un lucente puntino cresceva fino a divenire un globo ricoglioso, verde e blu, pulsante di vita, civilizzato secondo gli standard di quella dimensione all'equivalente dell'era dell'informazione.-


Thilli di Stockholm, Voce Infuoca di Vendetta, la Mirabile Arte scaturisce dalle vostre labbra come miele.
Grande Oscurità dalla giusta nota che odia l'infedele, grande onda che nessuno osa ostacolare.
Thilli, Voce Infuoca di Vendetta, nessuno osa ostacolarti quando semini confusione e tu sai come dirigere i tuoi fedeli.
Vestita di abiti magnifici, Signora, Dea, dispensa la tua grazia, lascia che la tua Voce riscaldi il freddo di questo spazio sconfinato.
Tu che sai intingere d'arte le note, ti guido a questa rozza terra di sciocchi per offrirti una scena degna della tua Opera.
Non temere ti prego e plana.

-Il Palazzo planò nell'atmosfera, splendidi prati e foreste alternate a città costruite con dovizia di dettagli per inneggiare alla potenza della tecnologia e della ragione, al rispetto della natura, alla gloria di quelle genti sciocche. Lo sconosciuto gigante di metallo e pietra, disegnato come una scultura barocca incastonata su un proiettile, era un qualche cosa di alieno a cui, prontamente, le prorompenti difese risposero inviando mezzi volanti e predisponendo armi di difesa. Su mille canali inviavano messaggi, cercavano di comunicare, di capire, di prevenire un incomprensione con quella che forse era la loro prima esperienza di incontro con una nuova specie-

Raro era per Men-Bed-Gal di Bad Tibia, Signore delle Gelide Lame, essere chiamato Principe come avveniva tanto tempo fa e, ancor più raro, godere della Splendida Ospitalità di Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta.
Un piccolo dono concesso con ancor maggior prodigalità di quanto Ella stessa avesse richiesto aveva rinnovato la loro amicizia e ora ricambiava con l'ospitalità del Suo Palazzo e con la Sua Voce splendida.
Men-Bed-Gal, Signore delle Gelide Lame, era affascinato da quella Suprema.
Non era la sua mera bellezza, unica e oscura, che lo affascinava, Lui sapeva affrontare la bellezza femminile: lui che non aveva esitato fin da giovane uomo a violare brutalmente corpi di splendide donne, razziate nella polvere delle sanguinose battaglie, Lui che aveva impietosamente trafitto e purificato con il metallo, ora solido ora fuso, Lui che con noncuranza nei riti strappava giovani occhi meravigliosi per onorare Meflish il Dissipatore di Luce.
Lui rispettava Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, come rispettava le Sacerdotesse Sacre alle quali devotamente si inchinava da giovane condottiero, seppur egli fosse di Stirpe Reale, Accorto tra i Guerrieri e Padrone di Palazzi.
Per secoli passati e perduti, infinite schiave preziose quanto una reggia avevano goduto del Suo letto, seppure Men-Bed-Gal, Signore delle Gelide Lame, preferisse altri piaceri e altri generi per appagare i propri sensi.
Ma ora Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, era molto di più di quelle Sacerdotesse e non per i Suoi Poteri di Suprema, ma per quella Splendida Voce capace di incantare gli animi.-


Il Dono che mi offri, Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, è tanto prezioso e caro quanto la tua Ospitalità. Poca cosa ho fatto per meritare tanta riconoscenza; ma mio personale regalo a una siffatta Ospite è il palcoscenico ove cantare e il tributo da raccogliervi.


-Dolcemente Men-Bed-Gal, Signore delle Gelide Lame, carezzò lo Scrigno di Ossidiana che aveva portato, un dono caro e prezioso di un Amico Amato. Rarissimo era che un vivente potesse raccontare di averne visto i prodigi.
A quel tocco fiamme, esplosero ovunque, la faccia di quel verde pianeta bruciò, le incombenti armi si spezzarono, i mari bollirono, la cenere coprì le terre, mentre il bellissimo Palazzo di Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, planava su quell'Apocalisse.
Ma ancor più, grazie al potere dello scrigno, le anime generate da queste improvvide ecatombi erano catturate al suo interno e vi fluivano con silenziose grida di disperazione.-

Oh, Oh mio Principe, quale Potenza

-Esulto Thilli e sorrise guardando la scena dal balcone del Palazzo e Thilli cantò con tutto il suo cuore e con tutta la sua passione per ringraziare il Principe, suo amico. Una voce da soprano impareggiabile, capace di esaltare note così intense che uomini d'arme avevano ceduto alle lacrime in altre ere. E ora Lei cantava e poteva sentire come quel Nobile Principe apprezzasse il Suo canto; lo apprezzava come intere legioni di re non avrebbero saputo fare, mentre intorno a Lei quel Mondo appassiva rapidamente e moriva.


Il canto era soave, quanto infernale lo scenario su cui si affacciava e Lei fu estasiata da quell'interpretazione e godette nel vedere il Principe appagato. In capo a pochi minuti, non vi era altro che distruzione: ovunque. Thilli proseguì l'interpretazione con un talento particolare, deliziata da quel connubio ed ebbra di piacere fino alla fine della melodia.- Brava! Brava! -Attendendo il silenzio dopo l'ultima nota, Men-Bed-Gal, Signore delle Gelide Lame, l'acclamò battendo le mani come sapeva ella amasse essere acclamata, ma ben più prezioso dono volle darle per quella magnifica esecuzione. Dallo Scrigno di Ossidiana egli estrasse una perla nera, intrisa dell'anime di tutte le vite rapide dal pianeta.
Al tocco, quel nero oggetto, fremeva della disperazione di miliardi di creature raccolte da un oscuro potere e imprigionate per sempre, senza poter riposare neppure nella morte.
Men-Bed-Gal, Signore delle Gelide Lame, offrì la perla a Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, come ringraziamento per la sua ospitalità.


Prendendo in mano la perla nera dal Principe, del cui contenuto sospettava sulla base di leggende che aveva sentito, Thilli si sentì esplodere invasa dalla percezione di quella immensa ed eterna disperazione; era una sensazione che avrebbe fatto impazzire un mortale, ma Lei, eccitata e felice, godette come mai aveva fatto prima
Strinse la Perla e gridò il Suo Piacere e dovette mordere le labbra che fremevano e tremavano. Un istante senza tempo che si trascinò per alcuni minuti.-


Dono splendido e unico, mio Principe

-Thilli ripose la perla nella sua tasca continuando a percepirne l'influenza o fu felice di concedere al Principe tutto il meglio del meglio che il suo Palazzo e le Sue Proprietà potessero concedere e insieme libarono e si saziarono come solo i Supremi sanno fare.


A un certo punto Thilli chiese al Principe come si chiamasse quel pianeta e cosa avessero fatto i suoi abitanti per aver meritato un siffatto destino.-


In verità, Thilli, Voce Infuocata di Vendetta, lo ignoro, ma trovavo i suoi colori intonati con il Suono della tua Voce.

-E risero di gusto prima di tornare ad argomenti più interessanti.
Le rovine di quel pianeta sono oramai parte del Leggendario Mondo Gotico e le anime delle sue genti, uno stridente eterno urlo di disperazione imprigionato in una Perla Nera, nella tasca di Thilli.-
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