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The dark Lord J Misos Orcus was sitting in deep contemplation within his holy shrine at the center of Atlantis. Like so many times before he was preparing his mind and body for war. At this point his thoughtful meditations were directed at calming his inner rage so when engaged in war he would be free of the distractions of passions and thoughts and actions would be as one. While rage and hate had served this powerful warlord in battle, true mastery and power come from first mastering oneself. Only by free one from emotion could one harness the inner powers they offered and use them like a weapon to strike down one′s foe with ruthless and quick efficiency.  As he sat relaxed with his eyes closed his consciousness was ever shifted to the floating crystal skull that served as the focus for his meditations and the heart of all things Atlantis. This crystalline structure that floated freely and effortlessly help to anchor Atlantis to this reality. The simple fact was “Atlantis” was the name for the “location” of singularity that spawned the entire universe. As such Atlantis is said to touch every point in existence both in time and space. With Misos consciousness focused as such he could feel the will of the entire cosmos manifested as an awareness in his own being.  While concentrating as thus he could feels slight aberration in the cosmos not to his liking. His wife, his lover, his second half, the equally powerful Empress Nyghtwolfe was not on this plane of existence. Reflexively this thought entered the dark lords mind and grew unto a point of obsessive interest consuming every thought and fiber of the dark lords being. Misos mind began to race and reach out across time and space, beyond he rifts of reality looking with single-minded obsessiveness for the location of his beloved wife Nyghtwolfe. It was with a bit of bewilderment when he fond her to not be in this reality at all but instead nested in a pocket universe that currently contained the essence of the Goddess Styx. With an over whelming cascade of interest and an overwhelming longing to know the perception of the dark lord shifted to this pocket universe and began to focus on the events unfolding around his wife.  The Dark goddess would not stereotype anyone with a judgmental observation from the synapse of psychology as Skrella brought the files in. In a near state of tediousness, her fingers mingled to the curve of her lower back and caressed upwards towards her neck in a massaging caress to soften the tension of deep thought. With a roll of her shoulders, producing an audible crunch at the joints, she shook wild her long ebony hair while the Universe was flowing through her deep obscurity of contemplative and tranquil understanding. The genetic mutation of her bestial self was awakening to the memory of her past live as the tainted goddess Artemis. Her two personalities would reunite for transmutation. Nyghtwolfe censored her body as it began to transform into a winged fiend. Her shoulder-blades split wide as two black wings unfolded outwards in a lazy stretch to surround her feet in a semi circle, and she stood quiet regent as the Very Goddess of the Empire of Darkness. Her wings fluttered down to become a sleek leather cape that rustled softly with each paced step as she listened to the babble of information. Her onyx eyes sparkled in multiple facets, with variable flecks of color. Styx′s rampart mind was causing a whirlwind of random unstableness in the planetary weather in this year of 2,232, that made her feel like a thousand mosquitoes were biting into her hot skin. With an assertive force, Nyghtwolfe moved walking towards Skrella and snatched her files from outstretched hands. She listened with mild amusement to the various classifications of Styx’s personality profile, however she knew better than anyone that these same traits of Rage and passive aggressiveness could be found in each and every person who ever existed in the Earth. Nyghtwofe growled in soft quietude of antipathy as her eyes scoured over the contents of the files. All of these traits; to which some people endorse openly to the public view, while simultaneously burying other less desirable traits deep into submissiveness. The superficial pleasure of Dominion was to either conform to the status quo, or to rebel from authority. Nevertheless, each person was fully capable of awakening them, or putting to rest by their own satisfaction or self-sabotaging choice of willpower. These moral code of conduct were forged by past influences of events, both good and bad throughout their lives. However, the overabundance of negative emotions made them seem unbalanced to scientific observation, producing the last 2 centuries of analysts and experimentalists with a need to adjust the brain with a heavy doses of chemical medication. Their goal was to force a utopian consciousness in everyone, regardless of free thought and will. The Pineal gland of humankind was being sedated to a non-functional organ. Their connectivity to the Universe as One, was becoming numbed out by the overuse of prescription drugs. The psychologists who wrote these files were fools to label the stronger personality traits as being solely prominent in their classification. Nyghtwolfe intense musings became interrupted as Misos suddenly strutted into the room with a musical chord of armor chinking in each heavy footfall. Her admiring eyes dilated with the pheromone attraction. She bristled with extreme blissfulness by his mere presence in the room. How she longed to rush into his arms and passionately sink her fangs deep into his throat to taste the sweet essence of his being. The thought salivated an orgasmic response that quickened her blood. Nyghtwolfe however refrained from acting out her thoughts, as this was an inappropriate time for hostile sex. But most certainly later she would dominate his manly needs and intimate desires. Misos was now manifested in the physical form through hand avatar projected into this reality. Seeing his wife look at him with longing and lustful eyes was more then enough to entice great passion into this man-monster Misos Orcus. As she looked at his powerful body and smiled ever so slightly at him he could feel his passions grow deep with an instinctual animalistic desires. He growled lustfully at her as he him self studied her body desiring to be with her. He could feel their passionate thoughts reach out for the other and he had to force himself to stand still fighting the natural motion of his body that wanted to flow to and into his wife like a river flowing down stream into a great lake. Their would be time enough for passion when the dark couple learned what the designs were of Styx to have summon them thus.  Misos clenched his fists focusing on the discussion at hand. While he had discovered his perfect place of balance with his love and his wife the vast majority of the universe lack a completeness and hungered for answers. While the flow of energy with in the universe was taken for granted by the gods of Atlantis, other beings did not always understand the way will flowed out wards and inwards, the way chaos took form and created order to help enlighten the masses and evolve their understandings of reality. Sadly there were those who did not understand the flow of energies and the evolution of experience. These beings resisted their own enlightenment and tried to direct the energy of others to themselves while forcing their perception further away from the every growing cosmic insight. Misos searched for the words to express this unfortunate reality.  Misos spoke in a deep voice, adding to the flavor of Skrella′s discussion, "Our TAK Sci-Freaks of Doctored Astronomical and Genetic codification surmised that a thin line was at the verge of being crossed in a disastrous result that would only cause more addictive dependency, and we had to cease further exploitation of modification. Any undesirable traits would predominate in an outrage of criminal behavior if repressed from their original freedom of choice; as defined by the cells, the protons in our DNA. These negative attributes had existed of its own historical repetition along countless generations, embedded itself deep into future sub-consciousness. The various Religious sects did effectively modify and changed the code of worldwide understanding with a temporary achievement. But they gained this by enforcing Godly Fear, which was the root of all ignorance that stemmed from it, eventually manifesting Evil as the counter balance. We discovered during our experiments that they could not repress malevolence thoughts fully, or replace them with more favorable behavior. Their devoted priests were corrupted by sexual fantasies, not of the virtual reality. Only the poor would eat from Monsanto while the road of Hatred would be paved like a disease among society." Nyghtwolfe realized that the Future was the only direction to travel, in order to reset the balance. The less dominate alter-egos that were controlled by peer pressure and social ineptness, had resulted in adding confusion to one′s sense of self purpose, intensifying erratic mood swings. The progressive evolution of the brain continued to show resistance in the range of the nervous system as Styx′s entire body was convulsing on the metal table. We had stop our conversation for a while to study her with profound interest. After-which, Nyghtwolfe breathed out a defiant sigh but kept silent her more rational thinking on this topic. There was nothing left to be said. Her steamy intrusion of thoughts about Misos being unclothed beneath her aggressive passion, went unsatisfied. She averted her eyes from Styx′s quivering form with a quiet humph of detachment. During this point of mutual silence, Misos resumed his agenda with a critical air of utter importance. The ear device that he wore, blinked with frequency as he commanded his army to be vigilance and coordinate in their preparations. There was no room for careless mistake during this campaign. He subordinated to Namor at the console to unify a position of satellites on all the coast of the orbits. They would not change position until the word was go. The Navigation into space maneuver at central stations for alertness as spaceships was being launched for a rendezvous for a battle. The Blue Light pulsed its hypnotic hum from the center of the earth. Over the nebular clouds of the milky-way and beyond, from the elite of the world to the players of me, the dice rolled in simultaneous mathematics. Reading signals that was being send from Earth with a Global synchronicity, from the past to the future. Misos knew they would be going under Attack if not fronted with discretion, they had the capacity of ultimate power as they was manipulating with, in Styx′s trance, to alter the spiritual alignment of the worlds. Dreams of the humans moved in alternated stimulus as the Operation Sedna was declared a Go to proceed. Here everything was being taken over, the past in the world with the Gods and Against them was continuing with the precision timing and decision.  The suppressed Planet Sedna was tighten with a short breath by the lack of Oxygen, Styx moved her hands with a shaking pain. Anyone could tell by how her bones contorted her joints in frozen spasms, her planet had more than a sickness; a syndrome that not only affected her, but the worlds, repressed as if to not touch nor control, create, manipulate. Or feel the intense range of her rage. When everything was under control and in the pit of his eye, Misos exited promptly to the study room. The console was locked and the premeditated ejaculation of sequence was to be transferred before the expected time Vita and his company would arrive. Nyghwolfe was no longer in analysis to the outdated psychological material, and was open to the changes. She nodded her readiness to Misos with Imperial eyes stealthily raping him in her mind thoughts. Misos walked in the room, letting the Galaxy become Open, the entire Universe was not suppressed for he was the chosen to let go the Multi-Universal laws of free energy. He extend it his hands and all of his extremities uploading and downloading the radiant energy of his ego; the center of his power, to the erotic delight of all those viewing his magnificence within the room. In complete silent concentration, Misos relayed his message along to the others, as the chemical Injections was syringed into Styx. All the while the dark goddess was subtracting and abstracting the molecular bits of DNA to generate a propulsion within the River Goddess, launching her chronological energy into space. Misos spoke with the strong confidence of ancient wisdom, "The hatred of the world was already lurking in the hearts of mankind, long ago, dating back from the first Adam towards the knowledge of universal creation. The hands of time is forever evolving, changing, and mutating us into a social hive of communal consciousness that must align with the everlasting maternal womb of Eve to free mankind from its self-destructive tendencies." Nyghwolfe let the matter drop uncontested as Skrella could not carry on with her own hypothesizes of the 9 character types. Even as her gaze continued to caress the masculine form of her husband, she wished Skrella would conclude it to be a clear case of misdiagnosis by superior thinkers, " Bah! Let them geniuses think what they want if it helps them to better accept the similarities and differences of the misfits of society. The fact remained that inwardly, a sociopath is not much different than a church choir preacher. It all depended on the severity, or mildness of external influences that made the real distinction between criminal and saint." The Dark goddess suspected that Styx′s burying of the hateful past would prove this concept to be accurate. A fresh diagnosis was to identify her syndrome of mental dysfunction; as she was trapped like all the others in a wave of ignorant hatefulness by the "Me Vs Not Me" egocentricity that was common among most people. Long ago, Nyghtwolfe had tapped into the matrix of unrefined thought to which everyone was connected by their psychic energy. This thread of connectivity had been frayed and twisted by centuries of religious branches and sub-branches of doctrine that would exploit the Unity of One Consciousness, out of context to benefit the wallets of the corrupt ministry of the Church. Lost in her own abstracted thoughts, Nyghwolfe would pay no further attention to the remainder of Skrella’s ramblings, which had gone into perverted over time with the goddess of Hatred, impairing the vision of the future to her. She knew well the dark thoughts of the kindly humanitarian, as she also did the benevolent thoughts of the serial killer, the justification of blood, of darkness, and Rage, that was flowing with soothing indulgence to the brain cells of future generations. Repressed with the discretion of medical drugs, warping the sordid perversions of the past to not open the unborn hearts in the world of Hate, Power and Sex. The mastery could only be open for those who had the key to unlock its secret. The past contained way too much-suppressed rage, destroying the mental capacity of children as well. With absolute power of her own authority of knowledge, Nyghtwolfe had raise her hand and released the endorphins of her chemical imbalance. Her palm opened with an Alchemical touch of Magic in the air to heal, Misos at the other side promoted the operation. All those with excessive gluttony and greed began to inflate themselves with the concentrated self-hatred, digesting their own negative energy. Soon very Soon, the Past will enter Perfection as a whole.

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