The Devil’s Den – Prologue

Sasha - Author & Novelist

What would happen to the world if a certain prophesy was to become true?
What if it is true and already is happening?
Thwart by Russia and China, the Elite society of the West, unable to rule the whole of the world through their unsuccessful currency, climate, and social technology agenda embarked on a new agenda.
“Religion. Target is Russia.”
Is it the Elite who are attempting to take over the world as rulers, or are there Aliens amongst us who, behind the scenes are attempting to see their agenda come to pass in the 21st century?
They have been waiting a long time for what is about to happen soon, in this century?
Will the final prophesy be revealed?
You will need to look at the history of the world. This secret has been hidden in the oldest library that exists today in the ‘Hall of Records” under the Sphinx, in Egypt.

Year 1645
The wind howled with the ferocity of a wild beast, and it gave no notice of its coming as it sprang into action, hitting the galley “Adelina” swiftly with its sudden force lifting it with a massive wave to an enormous height, then crashing it against the hidden rocks. The sea having joined in partnership with the wind they suddenly became a rough and cruel force to show their strength and superiority to anyone who dared to defy it. Together they unleashed their terror upon “Adelina” with waves leaping high to engulf the vessel and toss it again like a toy against the rugged reef, at the end finally crushing it to pieces.
No mercy given.
“Adelina” was their victim.
Sea water rushed in to conquer the space in the vessel where people had huddled together. Now with fear in their eyes and all confused, panic stricken by this sudden disaster that has befallen them. Children began to cry out loud and women clutching them to their bosom rushed to reach the exit from their dilemma. Outside was freedom and perhaps safety.
On deck, the crew themselves also were lost to see this horror unfold before them. Each man was franticly trying to hoist the life boats, screaming instructions above the howl of the wind to the escaping people, but nobody was listening to them as they hysterically scrabbled all over each other to survive the disaster that had put them this situation.
With the sudden tilt of the galley and the crash that followed, the Captain knew that the existence of his beloved galley was near its end. He dashed to his bunk as the second wave smashed the galley even further onto the reef creating a large hole in its side allowing the water to rush in to swamp the captain’s cabin. The cabin was flooding quickly, so feeling blindly under his flooded bunk, his fingers touched something that was sacred to him. He was the only one who had knowledge of it being here, and he felt good. This was his secret.
Clasping it tightly he pulled out a beautifully carved chest. Symbols decorated it all over.
Quickly opening the lid, he pulled out a sealed copper tube and inspected it carefully. ‘Thank God it’s still safe.’ He whispered.
First Mate, with terror on his face, crashed through the captain’s door to voice his alarm. ‘Captain, the vessel is breaking up, save yourself!’
To his horror, the Captain just lifted his hand to silence him. Taking his eyes off the copper cylinder in his hand just for a moment, he gazed at his First Mate.
Although there was fear in his eyes, he answered calmly, ‘One minute’, as he began to return the copper tube into the chest. Locking it secure with his symbolic key.
‘Now Captain!’ The First Mate screamed for the last time in fear for his captain’s safety.
The captain gave him no answer but just a stern look.
The First Mate stared at his captain in disbelief. ‘Well, my life is worth to me more than your tube.’ he thought and hastily exited the captain’s room.
The next wave hit the galley with even more force than the other, but this time the timbers of the galley snapped echoing across the cabin that this was the final warning. This time the water engulfed the cabin completely.
As the First Mate ran to beat the rush of the incoming water, the captains last words echoed in his mind.
‘This is more important than my life.’