Prologue - Journal Entry #1

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I am the youngest Light, the youngest child of the Great Mother Goddess. As I gaze out into the endless expanse of stars, I can’t help but think of her. She left us, her Five Lights, to care for the Earth and its inhabitants. And out of the five of us, I am her favorite.

It’s a strange thing, to be chosen as the favorite by a deity. But I can feel her love for me, in every atom of my being. It’s a love that gives me the strength and the power to fulfill my duties as one of the Five Lights.

After the Great Mother Goddess left us, we used our incredible powers to create a global paradise. We provided food, water, and energy to sustain all the inhabitants of the Earth. And we did something that no one had been able to accomplish before — we outlawed war.

But as they say, human nature never changes. Despite our efforts, the negative aspects of humanity always find a way to ruin our great works.

And it breaks my heart to see it. After eons of work, there is still so much suffering in the world. But amongst all the races on Earth, I have a special compassion for the African Americans of the United States.

I have seen their struggles, their pain, and their fight for justice. From the horrors of slavery to the injustices of Jim Crow, and now the ongoing battle for equality with the Black Lives Matter movement. And yet, despite it all, the resilience and strength of the black community never cease to inspire me.

Every time I visit Earth, I take on a different form. And every time, I choose to appear as a black man. I want to experience the world through their eyes, to understand their struggles and their joys.

But as I sit here amongst the stars of the Whirlpool Galaxy, I can’t help but wonder what the Great Mother Goddess would think of our work. Have we lived up to her expectations? Have we fulfilled our duties as her children and guardians of the Earth?

Sometimes I feel like our infinite power has detached us from humanity. It’s a lonely feeling, to watch over the world from a distance, only intervening at critical moments. But I know it is necessary for the greater good.

However, there are times when I long for more. As a celestial being, I have never experienced the full range of human emotions. And it is something that I crave, especially the emotion of love.

I yearn for companionship, for someone who I can share my thoughts and feelings with. I want to experience all the joys and struggles that come with being human, not just as an observer but as an active participant.

But I know that is impossible. It is my duty to watch over the Earth and its inhabitants, to ensure that everything runs smoothly. And yet, I can’t help but wonder if we are truly making a difference. It’s hard to see the same struggles and recurring patterns of human nature despite our efforts.

I remember once, I burned an African dictator alive with a thought. He was responsible for the sex trafficking of young women, and in my anger, I made him pay for his crimes. But afterwards, I couldn’t help but question if I had truly done the right thing. Did my actions go against the values of compassion and justice that the Great Mother Goddess instilled in us?

Amidst all these thoughts and questions, I feel my mother’s presence here amongst the stars. And sometimes, I hear her voice, guiding and reassuring me. It gives me a sense of peace and comfort, knowing that she is still watching over us.

As I finish writing this journal entry, I can’t help but feel a sense of purpose and duty. I may be the youngest Light, but I am still a child of the Great Mother Goddess. And I will continue to do my best to fulfill my role and protect the Earth, even if it means sacrificing my own desires.

With one last look at the stars and the Earth below, I am reminded of my love for this beautiful planet and all its inhabitants. And I am grateful for the opportunity to serve the Great Mother Goddess and her children, the Five Lights.

 

Chapter One 

 

Ariana Hill stood in front of her canvas, buckets of sky blue and yellow paint gathered around her. She took a deep breath, her heart heavy with loneliness. As she prepared to paint, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being alone in this world. She dipped her brush in the paint and began to create, pouring her heart and soul into her artwork.

Ariana was a talented artist, with a deep passion for the Kemetic Neteru, Aten-Ra. She was drawn to the Sun disk figure with rays tipped with human hands reaching down to the Earth. It was a representation of the divine reaching out to humanity, a theme that resonated deeply with Ariana.

She was painting it as a part of her exhibit for the upcoming ARTLove Philly summer exhibit that was a few months away. She hoped to sell her various self-painted pieces and make some big money. It was a dream of hers to become a successful artist, and this was her chance to make it happen.

As she painted, her thoughts drifted to her personal life. Ariana had been in three different relationships, all of which ended in heartache. She had given her all, only to be left broken and alone each time. It was a cycle that seemed to repeat itself, leaving Ariana feeling like she would never find true love.

Not only was Ariana struggling in her love life, but she also hadn't had sex in a year and a half. It wasn't just about physical pleasure for her, but the emotional connection that came with it. She longed to be touched and desired, but the fear of being hurt again had kept her from pursuing any romantic encounters.

Painting was Ariana’s solace, a way to soothe the aching in her heart. As she continued to pour her emotions onto the canvas, Lo-fi Hip-Hop music played in the background, creating a peaceful atmosphere in her plant-filled apartment. Incense burned, and crystals adorned the room, adding to the calming vibes.

Words of affirmation were painted on the walls, reminding Ariana of her worth and strength. She had created this space for herself, a sanctuary where she could let her creativity flow freely. It was her safe haven, a place where she could be herself without any judgment.

But as the hours passed, Ariana’s doubts started to creep in. She wasn’t sure if her paintings were good enough, and the thought of putting herself out there for criticism made her anxiety skyrocket. She was on the verge of giving up on the painting, not wanting to risk failing or being rejected.

However, that all changed when she came across Carmelo’s number in her phone during a moment that she chose to give her wrist a break. Carmelo was a great guy whom she had gone on a few dates with, but she had held back from taking things further because of her fear of getting too close. But as the months had passed, she couldn’t deny the attraction she had for him.

Giving in to the wanton lust of not being touched in so long, Ariana decided to call Carmelo. She hoped that he would be able to help her forget about her fears and insecurities, even if just for a little while. Carmelo answered his phone almost immediately.

“Hey Carmelo, it’s Ariana. How’s your day going?” she asked, still a bit nervous and not wanting to sound desperate.

“Ariana! Hey, my day was pretty boring until you called. What are you up to?”

“Just taking a break from painting. I was thinking about having a little company.” Ariana explained. “I can’t believe it took me this long to call you.”

“Well, better late than never.” Carmelo smirked. “I’m happy to provide some entertainment. What’s on your mind because I’m envisioning something a little more physical than just hearing my voice.”

“Oh really?” Ariana played along, her pussy begging not to mess this up. “And what might that be?”

Carmelo’s voice grew heavily seductively. Just the thought of stroking my hand against your cheek, tracing every curve of your beautiful face. I hope that’s not all I’ll be able to do once I get there though.”

“Well, let’s just say I have a few ideas in mind.”

Carmelo grinned. “I’ll be there as soon as I can and I won’t be leaving until you’re screaming for me.”

Ariana laughed, not believing shit had just gone so smoothly. “I can’t wait.”

*****

Ariana sat nervously on her living room couch, trying her best to focus on the movie “Get On Up” playing on the screen. Carmelo, on the other hand, was in awe of Ariana’s living room. He knew she was an artist, but he had never imagined she would have such a beautiful and well-decorated home. 

The walls were adorned with her paintings, and the furniture was a mix of modern and antique pieces. He wondered what her bedroom would look like, and a small smile formed on his lips at the thought. As the movie played on, they both sipped on glasses of wine, trying to break the awkward silence between them. 

It had taken Ariana a bit of time to loosen up, but after a few glasses of wine, she snuggled up to Carmelo on the couch. Ariana couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in Carmelo’s jeans, and she felt a wave of confidence wash over her. After her failed relationships with men who didn’t appreciate her, it felt good to know that she could still make someone feel that way. She didn’t want to come off as if Carmelo was just over here to give her dick, but she also didn’t want to push him away with the semi-cold demeanor she’d been giving him throughout the night.

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. Carmelo noticed Ariana’s gaze at his crotch. The movie was almost over. In his mind, it was time to turn up the heat. Their eyes met. He thought of this moment, every time he jerked off and now the time and come. 

He couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her. Just as his lips were about to meet hers, Ariana pulled away. She didn’t want to give in too easily, especially since she had made the first move by inviting him over.

Carmelo sat back, feeling a little rejected. He couldn’t understand why Ariana was rejecting him when she was the one who called him over. He took a sip of his wine, trying to calm the anger he was feeling. He hated women like Ariana.

Ariana realized that she wasn’t ready to make things sexual. She was proud of herself for calling Carmelo over, but she was also nervous. She hated that the hurt she experienced in the past was still driving her decisions in this moment.

“No, I can’t do this. I’m sorry, Carmelo.” 

“What? Why not?” Carmelo’s face twisted. “You were flirting with me on the phone! And you invited me over! What were you expecting?”

“I know, and again, I’m sorry Carmelo. I jumped the gun and I shouldn’t have. I’ve been hurt before and I don't want to make the same mistake again.”

“So you invited me over just to reject me? That's fucked up, Ariana!”

The anger in his tone made Ariana stand up to put some space between them. It felt like Carmelo was unable to control his temper as he stood up with her. He was livid and she could see it in his eyes. She still stood firm on her decision. 

“No, that's not what I meant. I wanted to spend time with you, get to know you before taking things any further.

“Well, you shouldn’t have flirted with me if you weren’t interested.”

“I have every right to change my mind. I am not obligated to do anything just because I flirted with you on the phone.”

Ariana’s words made Carmelo lose all sense of himself. In a fit of rage, he punched Ariana square in the face. She hit the back of her head on the hardwood floor. Before she could even register the pain, Carmelo was on top of her. He saw red staring down at her. “You led me on, so I’m about to give you what we both know you really want.”

“No. Please, stop, Carmelo! Please, just get off me.”

Ariana’s words fell on deaf ears, her body trembling with fear. She could feel Carmelo on top of her, his weight crushing her as he ripped her shirt open. She tried to push him off, to fight back, but he was too strong. He sucked on her nipples, his mouth hot and wet against her skin.

Ariana’s mind raced, trying to understand how this could be happening. Tears streamed down her face as she felt his rough hands move over her body, tearing at her clothes. She felt ashamed as her body reacted to his touch, her skin becoming hot and her core trembling with desire. She couldn’t believe that her body was betraying her in this way.

Carmelo punched her in the face, his anger and aggression evident in his harsh movements. Ariana cried out in pain, but he didn’t stop. He continued to hit her, over and over, until she lay still and silent beneath him.

Ariana felt like a helpless animal, trapped and at the mercy of a predator. She could do nothing to stop him as he tore off her pants and invaded her with his thick shaft. His violent thrusts were like a knife, piercing her body and soul, violating her in the most horrifying way.

As the pain became unbearable, Ariana felt the room grow hot, as if the sun itself was shining down on her. She wondered if this was her punishment for giving in to her desires, for allowing herself to become aroused by her attacker.

Suddenly, Carmelo stopped his assault. Ariana’s eyes were blinded by a brilliant white light that seemed to radiate from behind him. She heard a faint whisper, a voice that seemed to come from the light itself.

The next thing Ariana knew, Carmelo was being pulled off of her, his grip loosening as the light engulfed him. She could hear him screaming, his body writhing as he fought against the power of the light.

Carmelo combusted from the inside out, his body turning to ash before her eyes. Ariana screamed, covering her face with her arms as she felt the force of the blast. She could smell the sickening scent of burning flesh, and she knew that it was coming from Carmelo.

When the light finally faded, the ashes of Carmelo were gone. Ariana was left alone on the floor, her body shaking. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the chaos that had unfolded before her until the realization of her rape hit her full force. Finding the strength to move, she grabbed her phone and called 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Please help me,” Ariana sobbed.  “I-I was just raped.”