MY BROTHER SATAN
Book-1
The Princess and the Serpent
-Ann AriEl Wilson
2016
Age Limit: 18 years and above
Copyrights: ©Ann AriEl Wilson2016
All Rights Reserved
http://www.annariel.com/
MY BROTHER SATAN
The Princess and the Serpent
-Ann AriEl Wilson
Copyrights: ©Ann AriEl Wilson2016
All Rights Reserved
Second Edition: August 2, 2016
ISBN-13: 978-1535136044
ISBN-10: 1535136049
Age Limit: 18 Years and above.
Price: $ 24.95
Note: This book is a work of fiction based on some real personal experiences in the spiritual realm. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This is not a religious work and is not published to alter or damage any religious belief. This work is purely fictional and is not intended to create hatred between different beliefs. Reader discretion is advised. This work shall be read by “adults only.” Please do not read out spells or prayers aloud. They might not be formal or real, but your intention counts. This is a copyrighted work. Do not reproduce whole or parts of this work as such or after alteration or translation in any form.
To My Readers:
My Brother Satan is a fantasy-fiction series set in 2017 and after, based on reality mixed up with imagination. This is the second edition with parts about the “showing Lucifer as good” removed for public safety. This morning August 2, 2016, he came in my dream asking for my hearty commitment so that he could make me queen of the world. I refused. God should give me good or bad. I prayed for protection and I’m removing parts about him that I wrote would be funny writing against the truth earlier. My sincere apologies for taking dangerous things as funny.
I believe in Islam and Judaism. I am not a Satanist. I worship only Allah a.k.a. Yahweh. Awaiting my time to get into that beautiful and protective Burkah.
‘Lauren’ is not me, but a diversion. I haven’t met any ‘Jamshad’ personally until now. I am single. Bear with me if I had written anything sexually impossible or stupid out of ignorance. Don’t try anything magical, sexual or heroic from this book as these are fancy literary material and might not fit for real life. I’m not responsible if you hurt yourself or others.
I should thank adult story writers on adult literature sites; for, without reading their stuff, I would not have had the idea of how to write adult romance moment by moment.
It would have been a shame on me not to write erotica in a supernatural adult fiction. It was irritating to write bit by bit of moments that I didn’t have to write for other parts of the book unlike the sex scenes.
The next book in the series, “The Fire Lord against his Vampire Sister,” has nice turns like the goddess Lauren being pregnant with her husband Jamshad’s child and is taken care of by him as if she were a child.
Finally, I have to remind that English is not my mother tongue; however, I hope to give this project at its best. Happy Reading!
warmest regards,
Ann AriEl Wilson
April 7, 2016
http://www.annariel.com/
DEDICATION
To the Holy Trinity—The Father Almighty Yahweh—the Creator of heaven and earth, his only son Jesus Christ and the Father’s Holy Spirit!
MY BROTHER SATAN
Book-1
The Princess
and
the Serpent
SMITH ANDERSON
(President of the Global Government)
THIS LIVE TELECAST is something I’ve been waiting for since I was elected the President of the Global Government by the Cardinals. Here I am getting ready for it. The show starts.
“Beloved Brothers and Sisters of the World, I come before you as a humble First Citizen of the Global Government.
This is a reign that people brought upon themselves as an alternative to God-Who has only been a belief so far.
I promise that I would make this world a better place, better than what God could do-- one step above what He could do in all His power and splendour for this little planet.
This is a global democracy –of the people by the people and for the people!” I love the applause in the studio. I imagine the whole world doing it. Thanks to technological advancement. I am making arrangements to see them all at the same time. They see me as God already!
What could possibly be the difference between God’s reign and my reign? I don’t think God could do better due to His righteousness. I have got what I deserve. Who could take this from me?
NICHOLAS MONKS
(Cardinal of the Global Government)
MY ELEVENTH press meet after the Global Government was formed isn’t going well. I should calm them. They behave like they are the representatives of the people.
“People deserve peace,” I say, “I agree with you that they are not slaves. They do deserve free will, but trust the system! We should work hard together to restore peace.
I only ask the people of the world to await a little while until we set things right. We will never know if the system is for good, unless we stay calm during the testing period.”
They believe me. They are speechless. I am leaving them walking as fast as I can, to escape any unavoidable questions that I shall not answer. I am walking through the corridor. My brother Ronnie had been awaiting me.
“It must have been me ruling the world.” I say, “The Reps had always liked me. I still am trying to figure out how Anderson got into the way. I have seen God. I have seen Lucifer. I have seen Jesus. I have done a lot more, but I feel like I am nothing when Anderson addresses people as the President of the Global Government.”
“Maybe you should await your turn.” He says, “You can use your term as a Cardinal to learn to steer this new system. I bet you are the next President. You just lost by one vote. That is already like you are the winner Bro!”
“Yes!” I say and we walk in silence. The fire inside me hasn’t quenched, but I calm it not to seem like a psychopath before my dear brother.
ADULPH HIEDLUR
(Führer of the Province of Germany)
“Justice should win! Democracy should reign! Righteousness should live! A biased power shall not rule over the world.”
People applaud. I raise my arm. They stop and I continue my address.
“Human beings who abuse animals are not human beings. They are lesser than the meanest things of the universe! Let us eradicate all the plague and fight for an abusefree world. Meateaters cannot give the world any genuine peace. Let us form a New World made of pure Aryan values that is the most noble, superior and unbiased between species.”
The applause stops my speech. I want to wait for a few more seconds to let the people retain my words in mind, but it is getting late that I would forget what I am about to say if I wait any longer.
I am 128-years-old and had survived with the help of science and technology, and the good souls who donated their organs.
I raise my arm. There is perfect silence. They make my addresses successful. They make me a winner each time!
ASSAMAH BIN MOHAMMED
“ALLAH ALONE SHALL REIGN over this world. I will destroy Shaitan’s powers that are acting through humans as the Global Government, which is an abomination. I will do everything in my power to restore Allah’s reign on earth. They did ban us, but cannot destroy us. We will fight for justice!”
I cough. My sore throat makes it difficult for me to speak. I drink some water and continue:
“They are tagging people like animals. Allah will stop them through us, dear brothers!
Let us fight for human freedom!—Freedom from sinful lifestyles, from sinful religions, and all evil. This is the last Jihad that Allah would want us to do. If we fail to get our freedom from these people who do not fear Allah, fear morality, or their conscience–they will poison the world forever.
They will do whatever feels good for them. It would become like Sodom and Gomorrah! We should stop them in the Mighty Name of Allah!-Ameen”
The video is ready and will be uploaded in a few minutes after ridding the unnecessary parts. I am sure the video would go viral. It is my duty to fight hard for righteousness and justice. Allah had kept me alive for 60 years after all! I am sorry about my clone, who got killed in a raid.
COMMANDER-666
(Commander-in-chief of the Military Forces of the Global Government and Captain of Reverse Engineered Flying
Object: Mother Ship-88)
“LOWER THE DRONE! I need to see her,” I say and I get the best view of Lauren Joshua, the Indian journalist and poet.
She has been causing lots of trouble recently writing on top secret issues.
The mails to her friends are a real problem, but the kind of protection shield that is around her all the time surprises all of us including the President, who was worried about our report on her mails about the revelations she was about to make through her book—some epic in an archaic form of the ancient Tamil language.
A translation is being conducted on the work as per the information that reached me.
Lauren! We can’t get into her zone unless she permits, be it physical or technology-assisted telekinetic entry.
We could see a dome of protection layer around her premises translucent and in a cocoon-like shape, and she emits golden tint of radiation from her all the time, clearly visible in our camera that could detect all spectrums and energies invisible to the naked eyes. That is why I named her Firefly.
Something is there that we don’t know. We can see the dome from outer space. Too luminous! She is one of the highly protected individuals on earth.
I remember the afternoon when we sedated and contacted her by remote simulation. My translator typed in the information that had to be sent to her in Tamil in which she is well-versed.
“Yaar Nee? Unmaiya Sollu! Yaar Nee? Unmaiya Sollu?” (Who are you? Tell the truth! Who are you? Tell the truth!)
She got out of the simulation saying, “Naan Kadavuloda Maga!” and my translator said, “She says she is God’s daughter!”
“Religious lunacy!” I said, and took her name out of the Red List assuming she must not be a dangerous Homo mutant, but I wasn’t sure.
LAUREN JOSHUA
(Journalist and Poet in Chennai, India)
I HEAR FAINT WHISPERS. I open my eyes and see beautiful woods. There are creatures in it. I feel it.
I suddenly get to see WillO’Wisps. They look like orbs. They make pleasant, faint sounds and lead me into the woods. I walk on a bed of dried leaves.
I forget how to fear. I get to a seashore on the other side of the woods. It is beautiful. It is a shallow beach. I see lots of corals. I walk into the waters.
I see different colours of corals. There are no fish. I only see what looks like shellfish, species that I have never seen.
I suddenly fall down. I hear the corals speak. They are sobbing and moaning. “Save us...please... please...”
The principality of that world drags me to the shore. He is looking like a giant shell-bound fallen angel. He penetrates my backbone with his claws.
I see a script in some language I do not know. It looks like Greek. I scream. I call upon the Most High. I wake up.
“My Beloved Jamshad,” my hands shake as I write. “I feel like something is wrong about me. I see other worlds that I have never imagined now and then.” I try to research the dream I just had, but fearing that I would sleep again, I force-stop and continue writing.
“I have to write this now. I am sorry. It has been a week since we started dating and I am guilty that I haven’t told you anything.”
I continue, “I am surrounded by lots of trouble. I don’t want to risk your life by bringing you into mine. So far my fiancés had met with misfortunes that were life-threatening.”
I look around if someone is watching me. I run to the windows and pull on the screens. I continue writing the letter to my boyfriend.
“I see drones in my dreams. I feel like I am being stalked day and night. For my writing genre and content, they must be checking my e-mails. I am writing this on paper hence.”
Tears roll down my eyes as I write, “I saw our future. It was beautiful!”
I drop the pen and weep before continuing to write.
“I want to change that beautiful future for your good, by staying away from you.”
I weep. I finish after a few more minutes and then start writing.
“Jamshad, make sure you build your home on a rock.” “I Love you than I love myself.
Lauren.”
I send the letter by post. Hope he would understand.
I have a feeling that I am doing something terribly wrong, but right now I feel like the martyr in love. I love Jamshad! I truly love him.
JAMSHAD RAHIM KHAN
(Model and Actor)
A REPORTER SAYS, “Being a Commercial Model is it likely for you to marry a model or an actress?” I am surprised. I respect women.
I say, “I haven’t met the girl of my dreams yet. When I do, I’d surely let you know. My future wife could very well be a model or an actress.”
My heart says –or a writer—my brain stops me from uttering those words as the memory of that letter lingers in my mind.
Why would she do this? I am not a coward. Everyone is in some kind of danger. She has to trust the man she loves. Words cannot depict my feelings right now.