Page 66 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

The sun suddenly darkening by a large shadow made her look up and stare at a large, round planet, floating in the sky—she didn't know it then, but I knew now that it was Behlial's ship and the urge to scream at her to run nearly overwhelmed me. For her it was a chariot of the gods and she thought the gods had returned.

Impotently I watched as she ran through the high grass towards her house, which wasn't more than a hut made from clay and grass, the mussels and her basket forgotten, she screamed for her parents, who came rushing out to see what the commotion was all about.

She pointed at the sky, at the large black object, just as it started to release hundreds of smaller black objects.

I even heard what the people were saying, and even though they spoke in a language I shouldn't have known, I understood the words.

People were screaming that the gods had returned, and I watched as one after another fell on their knees, ready to worship them.

I had a pretty good idea of what would happen next, and wanted to shout at them in warning but I couldn't. My mouth moved, but no words came out and I was forced to watch the horror unfold.

It was the same horror I witnessed in New York, hundreds of gargoyles set themselves on the unsuspecting people. Their bows and arrows were no match for the creatures and invincible Daemons. Not even the arriving soldiers could stop the incoming tide of terror.

Eventually one of the Daemons found Isis, hiding inside a basket. Like the gargoyle in New York had sniffed me, the Daemon did to Isis and must have discovered that she was a Nayphyllym.

She fought but she wasn't a match against his strength as he brought her aboard theAsphodel, where she was bathed and dressed in a white, flowing dress—similar to what my sisters and I wore when we were brought into the throne room—where others like her already stood, staring at Behlial, the King of Darkness. I watched the same ceremony unfold that we went through, watched Behlial, and seeing him again sent shivers of revulsion through my body, as he introduced his sons and forced them each to pick a bride.

A man, who my heart instantly recognized as Seth, even though he didn't look anything like him, picked Isis. The man's name was Osiris.

I watched them fall deeply in love with each other, the same love that bound Seth and me and I started to understand why I felt for him this way from the first moment I saw him. Because my soul, yes, my soul, that's the only explanation I have, recognized him immediately, even if my mind didn't.

Since I had studied Egyptian myths extensively, I knew what was about to happen and my heart already bled. I didn't want to see it, but from wherever depths of my mind this movie or memories from hell were coming from, they didn't show any mercy and didn't stop.

With dread I watched one of the brothers, unfortunately named Set, sneak up on Osiris and kill him after a long hard fight. He cut him into pieces and discarded them all over Egypt, just like the legend told—I was surprised to discover that differently from now, the Daemons of that time lived on Earth not on theAsphodel.

He then forced Isis to be his until she bore him a son and this was where the legend differed from reality. Isis escaped Set one morning, and she did go on a pilgrimage to find all of Osiris' body parts, which by now were merely bones. But instead of bringing him back to life after painstakingly assembling all his bones, she laid down next to them and opened a basket, containing a snake, a snake I recognize as an asp, the same kind of snake that, Cleopatra picked to kill herself.

She never avenged Osiris the way the legend told and incredible sadness overcame me.

Names, so many names and stories echoed in my mind, names I studied that belonged to heroes and heroines of myths on Earth, and I knew with absolute certainty that each one, just like Isis and Osiris, had been inspired by Behlial's arrival and the quest his sons and their chosen maidens had to endure. I watched gargoyles and alien vampires wreak havoc on Earth, watched myself fall in love with Seth many times over before I was forced to witness his death, and each time hurt more than the last.

We had children, sons, who were forced to endure what Seth and his brothers endured, but thankfully I wasn't privy to their lives, only Seth's and mine.

I relived how I met beautiful Ishtar for the first time, how we were both chosen as brides for the seven sons, and how Behlial conspired to hasten the death of the son who had chosen her. How he claimed her afterward, and how she was forced to accompany him for all those styxes after.

I saw her trying to bring some light and love to her sons and how she failed so often it nearly broke her, until… Seth.

And then I found myself standing in the middle of a plaza. Smoke tickled my nose and screams of agony from my right made me turn my head to stare in horror as a woman was burned at the stake. I blinked a few times, this couldn't be real.

But she was, and so was the acidic smoke tickling my nose. Bile rose inside me and pity for the poor woman, right when I noticed heat creeping up my legs.

I shook in horror and pain as flames licked up my dress, and I coughed in real life, just like the me from back then.

My lungs filled with smoke, it constricted my throat, and with the last of my conscious mind, I watched Seth run toward me, screaming. He was tackled by several guards and gargoyles, and I was barely clinging to life. With the last of my strength, I managed to lock eyes with Seth. His howls of pain over watching me burn hurt so terribly that I ripped my eyes open.

Coughing, still tasting the acid smoke in my lungs, I came back, my eyes opened to take Seth's worried gaze in. He was breathing hard and pulled me against him with such vigor that I knew he, too, had seen what I saw, felt what I felt.

I realized that just like Dr. Weinstein had stated in his interview, during their last visit the Daemons must have landed at the heights of the witch trials and burnings, and that I must have been one of the thousands of victims of the Spanish Inquisition.

"Lilith," Seth rasped, choked.

We clung to each other like drowning people, reveling in the feeling of the other's body and reeling from the losses we had experienced over so many thousands of years.

"It's alright now," he mumbled into my ear, but the tone of his voice suggested it was far from it. We both had demons to wrangle with.

"I watched you burn," his voice sounded choked.

"I know," I caressed his beloved face and kissed him. "But I'm here now. We both are."

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