It's a karmic necessity!

Enki's account of Amitiel's forbidden love for Lilith and the ensuing cosmic tragedy had left the group in Cancún in a reflective silence, tinged with horror and a strange compassion for the monstrous Netlin Commander. The idea that such a fundamental love could have twisted into a crusade for a silent, deadly Order was deeply disturbing.

"The story of Amitiel and Lilith," Enki continued, his voice regaining a more analytical tone but still carrying the weight of eons, "though unique in its magnitude and consequences, was, unfortunately, not a completely isolated incident in the annals of Netlin interaction with young worlds."

He paused, as if gauging the impact of his next words. "Through the ages, other Netlin, perhaps less powerful than Amitiel, or more naive, also succumbed to the... 'fascination' of the vitality and spirit of emerging consciousnesses. There were those who, defying the Edicts of Non-Interference of the First Creators or the directives of their own conclaves, formed bonds with beings from other worlds, including women and men of your own species in its early days, when the 'spark' we implanted began to burn with a light of its own."

"Every transgression," Enki said gravely, "was followed by a correction. The First Creators, or the more orthodox Netlin hierarchies, were always watching. They hunted these 'fallen of love' or 'fallen of compassion,' purging their influence, erasing their memories, silencing their shared knowledge. The 'Fall' your legends speak of was not a single cataclysmic event in a mythical heaven, but a long and painful series of forced descents, of punishments for loving too much, for sharing too much, for daring to believe that the 'lesser races' deserved anything more than distant observation or controlled exploitation."

Enki paused, and then his golden eyes fixed on Merlin and Quetzal. "Amitiel, because of the magnitude of his transgression with Lilith—not only loving her, but empowering her, her children, and early humanity with fundamental arcane knowledge—was marked in a special way. In many of your ancient texts, in the fragmented mythologies that survived the countless purges of knowledge throughout your history, he is remembered under many names, often distorted, but with one recurring symbol: the Ancient Serpent."

Quetzal nodded slowly. "Our own Mayan ancestors worshipped K'uk'ulkaan, the Feathered Serpent. A celestial being who descended to bring wisdom, civilization, the knowledge of cycles, and the power of the spirit. But also a force of transformation, sometimes destructive if his power was not understood or respected."

"Exactly," Enki confirmed. "Distorted echoes of the same archetype. A bearer of forbidden knowledge. But what your ancestors and the mystics of other cultures perceived as the 'Serpent'," and here Enki's voice took on a new intensity, "was not just Amitiel as an individual, nor a literal creature. It was a much deeper symbol. A symbol of the primordial energy that lies dormant at the very foundation of the consciousness of every evolved living being on this planet. The life force your eastern traditions call Kundalini."

Aria felt a thrill of recognition. The energy she herself had begun to awaken and manipulate...

"The Fire Serpent," Enki continued, his eyes glowing with an almost forgotten fervor, "which, when properly awakened, ascends through the central channel of your energetic being, activating the chakras, the vortices of power and higher consciousness, until it reaches the crown of your head and blossoms into enlightenment, into union with the All."

He struck the holographic table with the palm of his hand, and a complex image of the DNA double helix appeared, intertwined with an ascending serpent of light. "And that activation! That rising of the Kundalini! That is the true nature of what Ninhursag and I, under the command of Anu and the pressure of Enlil, suppressed in your genetic code! We deactivated the subtle channels, the inner portals for the ascension of your own Serpent of Wisdom! What Amitiel and Lilith, in their love and rebellion, sought to awaken in you—the full realization of your inherent divine potential, your spiritual sovereignty—was precisely what Anu and Enlil commanded to be chained, silenced, forgotten."

A new and fierce urgency blazed in Enki's gaze. "Now, in this new and terrible light, with the universe itself on the brink of collapse, I understand that my proposal to reactivate your DNA strands is not just a strategic countermeasure against Cthulhu or the Luciferian Netlins. It is a karmic necessity! A way to try to undo, however infinitesimally, the great mistake of my race! And to give Terra

the opportunity that the forgotten Alula dreamed for her, the opportunity that Amitiel, in his initial love for Lilith, tried to forge before his own heart broke and became the antithesis of what she once stood for!"

He paused, taking a deep breath, the passion of his speech leaving him momentarily breathless. Then a new question, charged with a hope so desperate it was almost painful, filled the room.

"But to guide this awakening of your Inner Serpent," he said, his voice now softer, almost a plea, "to fully understand what was silenced and how to restore it without unleashing even greater madness or self-destruction... we would need someone who walked that path in its fullness, someone who embodied that primordial power and taught its secrets. Someone who knew Amitiel before the darkness consumed him completely."

Her golden eyes met Aria's, then Merlin's and Morgana's. "How... how could we contact or find Lilith?" If he still exists in some tangible form, on some hidden plane of existence, or even as an echo in Gaia's consciousness... she, and perhaps only she, with her primordial connection to this planet and her intimate knowledge of the heart that once beat in Amitiel... she might be the only one capable of stopping him, or at least showing him the final abyss of his own betrayal of what he once loved."

The question hung in the air, heavy with impossibility and an almost blasphemous hope. Finding Lilith, the first woman, the lost lover of a fallen god, the wielder of the original magic... It seemed like a pipe dream. But in a world where Cthulhu was awakening and fallen angels were waging war, perhaps chimeras were all they had left.