Benjamin_Que_Puc

In a world teetering on the precipice of annihilation, where the veil between realities is tearing, the hallowed halls of Umbría, a hidden academy of magic, become the unlikely crucible for Earth’s last stand. What begins as a battle against a fallen mentor, Nyx, and her Chaos Dragon, Poimandres, spirals into a desperate war against cosmic horrors and ancient deceptions that have shaped human history for millennia.

Young mage Aria, struggling with her own volatile powers, finds herself at the heart of this maelstrom. Guided by the enigmatic, ageless Merlín, she and her allies – including the brooding vampire prince Drácula, whose own cursed evolution unleashes terrifying new abilities, and a team of scientists clinging to the fringe theories of the disappeared Jacobo Grinberg – must confront an awakening Cthulhu from the depths of the Caribbean. Their only hope seems to lie in a desperate alliance forged in Cancún, a powerful and dangerous energy vortex.

But Cthulhu is not their only foe. The Netlin, majestic and terrifying fallen angels led by the Supreme Commander Amitiel, issue an ultimatum: submit to their absolute Order or be purged. Yet, a horrifying truth is unveiled – Amitiel is Cthulhu's own "brother," and their Luciferin Netlin faction has been allied with the Primeval One since the ancient Lyra Wars, orchestrating chaos under the guise of divine intervention.

As ancient alien races – Reptilians, Greys, and Insectoids – resurface to battle their former cosmic masters, the Anunnaki Enki reveals a staggering secret: humanity itself was genetically engineered by his race, our true potential locked away in dormant DNA, our history manipulated by figures like Porfirio Díaz acting under alien influence. Even Earth’s most powerful secret society, the Thirteen Families, are revealed to be mere servants of Enlil, Enki's ruthless Anunnaki brother, whose own hidden city, Ki'Gal, lies deep within a mythical Hollow Earth.

From the deserts of Chihuahua where Mayan shamans guard timeless secrets and the perilous "Zone of Silence," to the lost history of Lilith and her tragic celestial lover, and the revelation of Poimandres as the Universal Mind that once inspired Hermes Trismegistus, Aria and her companions are thrust into a multi-layered conflict. They must navigate treacherous alliances, awaken humanity's forgotten power, and confront the truth of their "Forgotten Genesis."

With the planet's very consciousness, Gaia, stirring, and an army of earth spirits, the Aluxes, fighting in subterranean realms, the battle for Earth becomes a war for the fundamental structure of reality – The Lattice. Aria, now recognized as a "reborn soul" targeted by the cosmic tyrants, must master her evolving magic and embrace a destiny that could save humanity or shatter existence itself.

Will they unlock the secrets of the silenced genome and the ancient Lattice before Cthulhu and Amitiel impose their silent, ordered void upon the universe? The echoes of a forgotten past hold the key to a future that may never dawn.

FORGOTTEN GENESIS: The Lattice War

Amitiel assimilated with cold efficiency the complex web of deceptions and roles assigned to the Lyran factions and the future economic blocs of Terra. It was a tapestry of manipulation on a galactic scale, and he would be its chief weaver.

It was then that Cthulhu's vast and unfathomable consciousness stirred again, its guttural, reality-warping "voice" filling the command room with a new directive.

"The following, Younger Brother Amitiel," the Ancient One projected, his attention returning to the small but energetically noisy blue planet, "concerns our... presence... our direct anchoring on Terra. The dissemination of the New Rules and the meticulous orchestration of the Earthly blocs will require a more... centralized and efficient nexus. A new command center on Terra itself."

Amitiel processed the thought. "A replacement for the outpost in northern Russia, Great Dreamer? That enclave has served discreetly during your sleep cycles, but it certainly lacks the... strategic finesse for this new phase."

*<<The old observation and control post in **northern Russia is no longer suitable,*>> Cthulhu confirmed. <<Too exposed to the old energies of bipolar conflict, too associated with the outdated paradigm of a single pole of earthly power. Its vibrations are... crude. We must move our combined tentacles—those of your Luciferian legions and mine—toward a new earthly anchor. A country to serve as the pivot of our new and more refined design for that world.>>

Amitiel's mind sharpened, anticipating the criteria.

<<This country,>> Cthulhu continued, and the conceptual images emanating from him were of labyrinthine cunning, <<will appear to be a friend to all. A beacon of supposed neutrality, a champion of multilateral diplomacy, a builder of 'bridges' between the economic blocs that we ourselves will foster.>>

<<It will never enter into direct external conflicts with other blocs; its role will be that of an indispensable facilitator, an 'honest' mediator... the essential lubricant for global trade and 'cooperation' between blocs that, on the surface, will appear to be bitter rivals.>>

Cthulhu's "smile" became more pronounced in the warp of his manifestation. <<But internally, Little Brother, internally we will allow, even carefully cultivate, conflicts. Social, political, criminal divisions... that appear endemic, intractable, so that the nation gives the constant impression of not having iron control over itself. This will reinforce its image of 'non-threatening neutrality' on the world stage, while generating, from within, a constant and rich flow of the adrenic energies we so value.>>

<<It will, therefore, be the global economic bridge between the blocs, the nerve center of the new global financial system we will create on the ashes of the old. It will work, ostensibly, with all economic blocs equally, discreetly ensuring that our plans for energy extraction and psychic control are carried out under the guise of free markets, national sovereignty, and international cooperation.>>

Amitiel, the Fallen Strategist, nodded with slow appreciation. "A truly inspired strategy of deception and control, Great Old One. A nexus of power disguised as powerlessness and service. Have you yet identified the Earthly nation that will have the honor of fulfilling this crucial role in the New Order?"

<<Yes,>> Cthulhu's response was instantaneous, resonating with a certainty that shook the foundations of reality. <>

<<Your lands,>> Cthulhu explained, <<thrill with a deep and bloody history, with ley lines that still sing with the echoes of ancient sacrifices and the presence of forgotten gods. There lie areas of ancient and powerful magic, places of telluric and cosmic energetic power not yet entirely desecrated by modernity, a pure and wild energy emanating from active dimensional faults and from Gaia's own wounded consciousness.>>

<<Energy that, until now, has been wasted or clumsily used by your local shamans and primitive cults,>> the Ancient One continued. <<But once it is properly channeled by us, we can use it for our highest purposes: to amplify our own energies on that plane, to stabilize our transdimensional portals, to fuel our harvest rituals on an unprecedented scale, and perhaps even to accelerate the... 'enlightenment' of your population to our truth.>>

Amitiel considered the choice. Mexico. A country with a history of

conquests, cultural and religious syncretism, profound mystical currents, and, crucially, with a strategic location as a bridge between the future economic blocs they planned. Its proximity to the Cancún vortex, where the first breach had been opened, was no minor coincidence.

"An inspired and deeply strategic choice, Great Dreamer," Amitiel replied, his own mind already visualizing the web of control that would extend from this new heart of their earthly operations. "A discreet nexus for the world, but energetically potent for us. We will begin preparations to establish our new bridgehead on Terra there. The remnants of the Thirteen Families, or their designated successors, will be informed of this new center of power when the communication device is operational and the time is ripe for their... indoctrination."

The decision was made. While humanity battled monsters and disasters on the surface, the true architects of the new world order plotted to establish themselves in its backyard, turning a nation into the epicenter of their global control and a farm of psychic and magical energy. The cosmic chess game was about to become much more personal and dangerous for Earth's defenders.

A discreet Nexus for the world