Apocalypsis 1.09 Wearily Electors Read Online Free PDF Page A

calmed down and looked at Maria. The vein on her forehead was back, the anger vein that he loved so much.
    »Good,« he said. »But first we fly to Cologne.«
    »I know,« Maria replied. »Can you perhaps tell me why?«
    »I want to introduce you to my parents.«
     
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    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    May 16, 2011 10:17:54 GMT+01:00
    Re: P.A.
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    Master!
    All your orders have been executed (see picture). Requesting further instructions.
    With you in the light,
    Nikolas
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    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    May 16, 2011 10:21:31 GMT+01:00
    Re: RE: P.A.
    What happened, Nikolas? Just one tiny little cut? You even closed his eyes. Could it be that you had a weak moment? That you were choked up by emotion or even befallen by regret?
    Nonetheless: good work. I am expecting you in Rome.
    May the light be with you,
    S.
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    The turbines of the twin-engine Cessna Citation hummed as the plane took off and quickly climbed into the cirrus clouds. Peter closed his eyes so that he would not see the sparkling Mediterranean that spread out below. It was so friendly and so eternal and so enormous, so treacherous, so evil, and so deceitful…
    … like God.
    Peter kept it brief but described to Maria what had happened to him on the Ile de Cuivre, and he also shared with her what Kelly had told him about the Light-Bearers. When Peter told her about his run-in with Nikolas, she grimaced in agony. Peter was more than ever convinced that she had met Nikolas.
    »Do you still have the amulet?«
    She showed it to him. As Peter held it in his hands, he was deluged with ancient memories that were like an enormous tide flooding a dried-out riverbed. Images rose from the spume, nightmarish images. Flames. A car. A car filled with sand. A woman with burning hair who was screaming his name. A tower on a rise. A car parked in front of the tower. Then, all of a sudden, blazing light. Light everywhere.
    Hoathahe Saitan! Seth. Creutzfeldt. Behemoth. Baphomet. Pazúzú. Blavatsky. Wearily Electors. He has many names. You know him. He knew you. Little rabbit in the hole, try to remember! Oxiavala holado, telocahe hoel-qo! Try harder!
    Peter remembered that he had heard the name Seth once before in his life. At a time in his life that only remained in his mind as traces of scum on the edges of his memory.
    The time before his fifth birthday.
    Hoathahe Saitan! 306. Wearily Electors.
    »Edward Kelly, you say?« Maria suddenly asked.
    »Yes. Why?«
    She hesitated a moment. Then she said, »In the 16 th century, when John Dee discovered the Language of the Angels, as he claimed, he had a medium, a man by the name of Edward Kelly. A convicted fraudster whose punishment included having one of his ears cut off.«
    Suddenly Peter remembered the night in Misrian. Kelly had claimed to be very old. That he had had a lot of time to learn all those languages.
    »You mean to tell me that he was six hundred years old? Please, Maria!«
    She shrugged her shoulders. »Sure. What did this Kelly guy say?«
    »Wearily Electors« – tired princes.
    The grammar was wrong. It did not make any sense. Yet anything that didn’t make sense could be a hidden code.
    »Do you have a pen?« he asked Maria abruptly.
    She handed him a piece of paper and a pen. Peter wrote in big letters WEARILY ELECTORS on top of the page.
    »What does this mean?« she asked.
    »I have no idea. But maybe it’s an anagram.«
    He crossed the words out and wrote ›WEARILYELECTORS‹ underneath and then he went, with Maria’s help, through all reasonable terms and words that could be formed with these letters. Peter assumed that the anagram stood for an English expression. It was possible that it also consisted of two words. When the piece of paper was almost completely covered with words and scribbling, he paused, groaning. He thought about Kelly, who had slipped away from him at the buoy and been enveloped by the dark depths. Kelly –