Somewhere in Costa Rica, a fanatical deathcult gathers for their black séance in a dirty, dingy abandoned mental hospital. A place where dark energies flow and channel though, and it’s built on top of an ancient native burial ground along ancient ley lines; it’s a perfect place to carry out powerful ritual, sacrificial Blackmagic. The sacrifices are unwilling humans that were captured from the countryside, brought here and ritually executed to channel the darkest and most powerful forces on Earth. With the short horrifying screams, that quickly devolve into a blood choke gasp in their last, dying moments, all while the group of black-hooded robed-men chant in some long-lost forgotten tongue, from another epoch of civilization.
Twisted black lighting tendrils swirl around a tall bald man, if pure hatred looked like a thing, it would look like this magical energy; channeling all this power is the charismatic but mysterious Dark Mage.
It’s a special type of summoning spell, since most of the beings-of-higher-power left this realm long ago, he doesn’t know what is left out there to summon, so it’s a modified spell, designed to catch something, anything, pull it into the Material Realm and bind it within a pentagram that is crudely drawn upon the dark, dirty floor. It’s kind of like metaphysical fishing, if you will. The Dark Mage is growing impatient, he wants the Sword of Uriel, he’s hoping a creature from beyond the veil, but anchored to these lands will have answers about its whereabouts. Perhaps some ancient jungle spirit?
If the analogy holds true for fishing, then he hooks a big fish, it’s powerful and resists him as he channels with more force and concentration. It’s true that even though the Dark Mage is possibly the most powerful warlock that has ever lived, his veins start to throb in his temples on the sides of his head as the building begins to tremble and shake. Sweat beads form on his head and face as he starts to yell from the pain because he is pulling with all his magical force and power, a vein pops in his eye as blood begins to fill the white part of his eye. Shockwaves begin to pulse, emanating from the center of the pentagram as he begins to stroke out, he’s dying, it will kill him if this goes on for much longer.
His ego will not allow him to stop, not now, he’s gone this far, he risks his life to finish the task. Then it happens, it’s pulled through the veil and into the pentagram, just as the Dark Mage collapses but his right-hand-man catches him from hitting the hard floor; Omegatron is a hulking bearded-man that moves with surprising speed.
When the dust and smoke clears, they see her, a female humanoid-looking being with iridescent scaly skin and regal deer antlers coming out of her head, like some kind of elaborate crown, with pointy ears and sparking magical lights around her that do not dissipate, like one would expect them to once such a creature is pulled through into the Material Realm. She is sitting on the floor with a look of peace upon her beautiful face. Her hair is long and flowing, emanating pure power, whatever she is.
Omegatron is an ancient being himself, from a previous incarnation of human civilization but he has never seen her likeness, he thinks perhaps this is Quetzalcoatl in some humanoid form. He asks her, “what are you called?” She is summoned and bound in a powerful spell and should have no choice and be compelled to answer, but she resists and says nothing, she merely looks at him, her eyes are full of stars that look right through him. “Impossible…” is all he can mutter; he’s still holding up the Dark Mage that probably needs medical attention.
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“I need healing. Get me to Switzerland, there is a healer there that can help me, and I believe my physical body is damaged as well, which will require a normal doctor, naturally.” The Dark Mage says weakly, then he continues, “you must stay to finish this, get answers from our summoned guest, find the sword, do not fail me, Omegatron.”
Omegatron has the men take the mage to the nearby runway, where their private jet awaits to fly him away. Then he turns his attention to the strange being that is trapped within the pentagram, and he says to her, “nothing should be able to resist the spell, not one this powerful and cast by the most powerful warlock I’ve ever seen in all of my thousands of years that I’ve walked this planet.”
But she doesn’t respond, it frustrates him, but he is unsure what to do, he thinks “perhaps she can be coerced or threatened?”
Then suddenly she speaks in a voice that sounds like music, a sound that makes him want to cry and sob on the floor like a child, but he resists after a brief moment where he lets out a small sob, and he quickly wipes away his tears, angered with himself for showing weakness.
She says to him a language that he hasn’t heard spoken in thousands of years, a language that no one knows because he is the last of his people, but she speaks it perfectly, “I was awakened from my slumber. Know this mortal, this is unwise to keep me here, you must release me, you know not what events you are setting in motion. You can only hold me in here until the Dark Mage dies, my child; and he will die, and so will you, however, much damage will be done to this world. You will be dust, this building will be dust and it will not matter to me, I was here when the first life form came into being, I was here when the first thing crawled out the primordial sea onto land, I was here when Lilith breathed her first breath. I will say no more.”
He slaps one of his men on the face that is on his knees sobbing and then he says in English, directing it towards the men that are still in the room and that are also sobbing, “cover your ears when she speaks, all of you… you pathetic fools!”
Then, he spits on the ground in front of her and says, “So you’re an old one, maybe one of the more powerful old ones; doesn’t matter, and we shall put your claims to the test. I will break you, jungle spirit bitch.”
What she doesn’t tell him is, it’s a critical time in the convergence of the Material and Aetherial Realms, she is the link and conduit that allows souls to reach the other side when mortals die. With her trapped in a powerful spell, she cannot be that conduit, so starting from this area, and slowly emanating outward in a logarithmic pattern, spirits will be trapped on the Material Realm. She is very weak and that’s the only reason the spell worked on her, and if anyone else would have tried it, it would have certainly killed them.
Although she is technically genderless, she is the mother of us all, and every living thing that was, that is, and ever will be on Earth. She is the weakest she’s ever been, and she is billions of years old and in this Material form, she could possibly be killed, which would be catastrophic for the planet and everything upon it, because she is the Aetherial incarnation of Earth itself, she is the one and only Earth Goddess, she is Gaia.