Aaron A'Baal D'Azul, and Thrann, better Known to Earth as Satan

This post is a gathering of dreams from my life time. It probably is not completely in sequence to this day. The dreams were interspersed with others, and strung out over many years.

There are three main characters to the history of the Triplemind Multiverse.

Oldest is Aaron A' Baal D'Azul. That is the closest I can come to Ashaylra and Kitten's Sire's true name.

Aaron Wintersette is his name during most of the history I know. It was his name when he mated Astarte and sired Ashaylra, who is now me. There have been many lifetimes between Ashaylra, Recorder of the Seventh Step of the Court of Zion, Grand daughter of the tyrant emperor known as Jove, and myself.

He was Baal, the Red Bull of Hell, and half insane when he sired poor Kitten, who somehow, by the technology of Zion, also my clone.

Sharle Dubois was sired by Loki Lucifer, son of Jove. Who never had any desire to take his stupid father's throne. He was trying to convince the senile and loony old goat that he was in danger of assasination. He could have killed him after breaking into that throne room had that really been his desire. For his attempt to save his father, he was forced to be the warden of the horrendous Hell Wold known as Ades.

It began with two babies born within a year of each other. One on the mainland of Tasagathba, of war and rape, exposed in the Oom Forest to die.

The other was born in an, which we'd regard as a very low level tavern' to a drudge also used as a whore.

The forest baby was found by two Tasagathban generals, who really should have let Nature take her course, whatever it might have been without their interference. For the entire Cosmos of Multiverses paid for their crime.

The Azulian tavern baby was sold within hours of birth to the beggar king of Tarr, capitol of the Ile of Azul, just a few miles off what is now the south eastern coast of Africa.

The tavern druge's name is lost forever, but Baal, her son, is well remembered in many parts of the Multiverses. His father was judged to be a sorcerer who spent one night at the inn. Unfortunately, from the tavern keeper and his wife's point of view, he had the blue eyes and fair skin of his sire.

The beggar king worked him hard, but was fair, and a loving father. I don't know the name of the wet nurse. I don't know if Pop remembers her or not. He has never said. Aaron, then known as Baal, became a theif, led the guild, then eventually ruled Azul by the age of 25.

By 40 or so, he grew bored with ruling and passed the throne to his son to retire to a large cave known as Tarr Cavern. He studied what was then called magic for many years there. Today, we regard most of what he studied as science.

The rest pretty muchly adds up to his own psychic, and psionic abilities.

     The second baby was raised according to the bet that General Sogranus made to his companion; that he could make Thrann, which meant Battle in their language into the greatest warrior that ever lived. He succeeded, and was the first one Thrann ever killed.

 Thrann was raised without love, affection or being allowed to show any emotion at all. Not even anger.

The wet nurse was ordered to feed and clean the infant, and otherwise - leave him alone.

His milatary traning began as soon as he could walk.

By six, he'd poisoned both generals. By twelve he'd made captain. No one knew his age as he was very large for his age.

By twenty, he commanded the army, and it had conquered most of the mainland.

By thirty, he had conquered several other small islands.

Since Aaron had followed his progress, he did not know that Azul even existed for many years due to some type of mental screen.

He learned it from an innocent trader mentioning it in conversation.

The battles took a lot longer then Thrann expected. Aaron's people loved him, and he loved them.

Aaron also had prepared for the war he knew would inevitably come.

But when Thrann's psychologists turned the conscripted young men against their own families, Aaron surrendered all but his own mountain.

Thrann had to climb it to battle him, and Aaron gave him the fight of his life. He taught Thrann his first lesson in emotions; respect.

Thrann chained him to his throne to die.

That did not happen. Aaron had learned something in all his studies that Thrann's nothing but war and battle life had no way to tell him.

Both were multiversal persona souls. To learn about themselves and grow in strength they occasionally became flesh creatures within their own multiverses.

 Aaron A' Baal D'Azul did the totally unexpected. Something that Thrann had no defense against.

He merged their stars and galaxies. Unknown to Thrann, he had an anchor. He could never escape the man he thought was his prisoner. For in truth, he'd won the battle, but lost the real war.

And Baal was more trouble then help to him from then on. Prisoner in flesh, yes - but not in mind. Mentally, he roamed all of Creation.

As time passed, fate added a third multiverse to the mix. Worse yet, from the older multiverse's viewpoint, he was not only a Big Bang type multiverse, but exploded out into the heart of the two merged multiverses.

This was in their old age in the bargain. They had, by this time, reached an uneasy equilibrium and were at peace.

Thrann was nearly asleep, as he was an open ended flat multiverse.

Aaron, who had been an open cylinder type, was now quietly riming Thrann's outer edge. He was even farther along in the multiversal death to come sleep.

Emanuelle woke both with his exploding white Light. Aaron, being farther out, just closed his eyes and awaited events.

Thrann, as usual, attacked.

Emanuelle defended himself, even as an infant.

He also had two defenders with him. Gabrial, the Star Plasmoid, and Computron, a self aware, super computer.

Now, in our time, they have reached another plateau of uneasy acceptance of each other.

In the future there will be another merger, and the Triplemind Multiverse will be born.

Sharon Pribble