The keys to a knowledge

Secret Bunker Beneath the Swiss Alps - 

Isabel and Ricardo, the mages of the White Brotherhood, calmly observed the Thirteen Families' reaction to their revelation about Lemuria and Mu. The mixture of astonishment, disbelief, and a growing unease on the holographic faces was exactly what they had expected. They knew they were treading dangerous ground, but the release of the Elder Eleonora and the survival of their Brotherhood depended on these masters of the world understanding the true magnitude of the crisis.

"Lost continents, primeval civilizations..." Lord Ashworth was the first to break the silence, his voice now devoid of its usual self-assurance, tinged with an almost palpable caution. "It is... a great deal to process, even for us. But how does this... mythical prehistory connect with the current threat of Cthulhu, with the Netlin, with the 'All-Seeing Eye' that we ourselves attempted to... replace?"

Ricardo nodded, his gaze steady and piercing. "We believe that in reality, the entity you venerated, or served, as the 'All-Seeing Eye' – and whom we, through our own studies and the echoes of Anunnaki history we have managed to decipher, identify with the controlling and ordering influence of the Anunnaki Enlil in his facet as cosmic legislator for Terra – was, in turn, and perhaps from time immemorial, forced, corrupted, or subtly directed by an even greater force, an older and more voracious consciousness: Cthulhu."

A choked gasp escaped Baron Von Hess's lips. Other Council members stirred visibly in their seats.

"Insolence!" thundered Von Hess, his face congested with rage. "How dare you speak with such lack of respect for the Great Universal Architect, the supreme ordering intelligence to whom we, and our ancestors for countless generations, have dedicated our service and to whom we owe so much respect? He gave us structure! He guided us through the chaos of human history!"

"With all due respect to your... 'beliefs' and your 'service,' Baron," Isabel replied, her voice serene but firm as steel, "our White Brotherhood has studied the cycles of cosmic influence and the hidden hierarchies of power for far longer than your families have been counting their gold and political influences. We believe then that it was Cthulhu, in a previous cycle of its awakening, or perhaps through its primordial heralds already operating in the shadows of this universe, who intervened and left this complex and terrible task to the Anunnaki princes, both Enki and Enlil, but above all to Enlil in his role as 'Ordainer,' the task of the systematic adrenic extraction of humanity."

"Perhaps Enlil, in his Anunnaki pride and his obsession with a perfect 'Order,' genuinely believed he was serving a higher ideal that he himself represented or that emanated from his father Anu," Ricardo continued. "Without fully understanding that he was, ultimately, an instrument of a much vaster, much older hunger, that of the Void itself which Cthulhu embodies."

"In fact," Isabel added, consulting a mental image, a memory from the most secret annals of the Brotherhood, "our records, fragments that survived many purges and cataclysms, suggest that Enlil, after having established his lineage of Pharaoh-Gods in Kemet, in ancient Egypt, to anchor his 'Divine Order' on Terra, infiltrated or extended his direct influence to other emerging cultures that showed a particular potential for the generation of psychic and devotional energy."

"One of his most effective... 'prophets' or human agents in that era," Ricardo went on, "was a man named Moses. An initiate into the deepest mysteries of the Egyptian temples, one who firmly believed in the monotheistic vision of Akhenaten and Nefertiti – the same unified control system that Enlil himself had orchestrated. Moses, acting under the supposed 'divine guidance' of an entity that called itself 'Jehova' (one of the many masks and titles Enlil adopted throughout the eras to interact with different cultures), kept these first 'so-called people of God' wandering and isolated in the desert for forty long years. Not only to forge a tribal identity and unwavering loyalty, as their scriptures tell, but crucially, to create a nexus of concentrated psychic energy, a focus of constant devotion and... physical and energetic sustenance."

Isabel nodded, her violet eyes shining with the weight of that forbidden knowledge. "Our most ancient and fragmentary records indicate that during that prolonged period in the desert, the 'god of the smoking mountain,' Enlil in his guise as Jehova, was ritually fed by this 'chosen people' with very specific daily offerings: five liters of strong wine and three choice, unblemished lambs. A physical tribute that, beyond its material value to an Anunnaki being on Earth, generated an immense and constant devotional energy – of submission, of hope and fear – which he absorbed and perhaps, in turn, channeled towards his own masters in the darkness."

Throughout this astonishing exposition, the expressions on the holographic faces of the Thirteen Families' members had shifted from anger and disbelief to a growing, palpable surprise, and then to absolute disconcertion. Everyone began to be profoundly surprised by the history that they, Isabel and Ricardo, knew with a detail, coherence, and perspective far better and older than what the Thirteen Families themselves, with all their vast intelligence networks and supposed control over the world's secrets, had ever possessed. They realized, with a pang of humiliation and fear, that the White Brotherhood were not mere idealistic mystics, but true and meticulous historians of the occult, guardians of a truth far greater and more terrible than they had ever suspected.

Tanaka-san, the Japanese technocrat, might have muttered to Herrera, the Latin American patriarch, through a private channel: "Their understanding of... Anunnaki theo-politics and its connection to our own foundational mythologies is... alarmingly precise. Far deeper and more detailed than 'The Consortium' ever informed us or seemed to know."

The balance of power in that interrogation room had subtly shifted. The prisoners now seemed to hold the keys to a knowledge their captors desperately needed to survive.