Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels By Thuban Etoile Copyright by Thuban Etoile 2011 All rights reserved Library of Congress All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and entirely fabricated by the author’s twisted imagination. Any resemblance to real persons, mythical creatures or demonic entities, living or dead, is purely coincidental. A Warning to the Reader regarding Content. This book is intended for Adults Only as it contains strong Sexual Language, Profanity and Mockery of Religious Dogma. It is a Comedy created solely for Entertainment Purposes which may be Offensive to those who hold a Traditional Belief System. You are advised Not to read this Book if the Content herein will cause you umbrage. Humour is found in all forms and it is usually only the Fool who sees it. Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels Thuban Etoile Liber Bacchus This book is a fabrication Hyperbole of a sick imagination Only the ramblings of a Fool Therefore everything is a lie Hence the only truth is found within Gnothi Seauton The chapters in this book are not consecutive but are interlaced and entwined like snakes. Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels Dragon's Fire The Hanged Man the knIght, the nAvigator & the gnOme Animus & Anima Amor Est Magis Cognitvus Quam Cognitio Veritas Vos Liberabit The Number Thirteen Ghosts In The Attic Lyre Of Intoxication Jewel In The Lotus Hieros Gamos A Fool For Twenty-Two & Pi Tales of Argot Because Of A Book Night Creatures Seeds Of Imagination Nightmares Of Night-Mirrors Breath Of Whispers Apollyon - The Destroyer Mirage In A Desert Of Dreams Abaddon - The Place Of Destruction The Levoriqum The Ravens & The Rose Inner Reflections The Augury The Levoriqum (continued) At The Heart Of Mortality Voices From The Stars V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Capricorn Rising Anima Mundi Epilogue Glossary - Definitions Appendix A - Latin Phrases For All My Knights Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels Dragon’s Fire It was the evening before the wedding of Edmund Cristal and Simone Abernathy. Siri von Saft had just left the salon room of the hotel in Berlin and headed down the foyer of the banquet area to the lobby after making excuses to the bride for her early departure and assurances for her attendance at the wedding the next day. The ladies were seated at tables in the tastefully decorated salon having a good time but in her present mood Siri felt the entertainment failed to compliment the urbane tone of the décor. The loud music was obnoxious and the two male strippers strutting around the tables of the bachelorette party were extremely ludicrous to say the least. Siri had noticed that the mothers, aunts and older female relatives were enduring the raucously vulgar scene all in good fun, but she was betting that some of them wished they could have walked away from the family obligation. The men of the wedding party were waiting in the lobby lounge at the bar, there was to be a joint fête after the girl’s fun was over and the gentlemen would join them later in the salon for drinks, buffet and dancing. Apparently Simone the bride to 1 Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels be had forbidden her betrothed a bachelor party. Poor Edmund, he was on a tight leash. Siri inquired at the concierge desk for directions to the nearest bookstore. She needed solitude, soothing music and a book to give her balance after a long day with the large gathering of chatty and overexcited women. Siri was reticent by nature preferring to project her mental thoughts rather than speak them. Spotting her across the lobby the groom’s older brother, Bastian Cristal, hurried from the bar lounge to catch her before she left the hotel. “Siri, are you leaving already the party hasn’t even started?” He looked at his watch and frowned, “Less than a half an hour to go. Please stay and have a bit of fun with us.” “You know me Bastian I’m a recluse and I long for quiet evenings at my age.” “You can’t leave just yet! Not until you meet a friend of mine, he’s known my family for ages. I know you’ll adore him, he’s a marvellous chap,” Bastian expressed adamantly. “Oh come on Bastian, you’re trying to fix me up with some man who probably has a lot of psychological baggage or who is desperate to get a date for the night. Uh ah, no way Bastian, it’s not going to happen and besides, neither your mother nor your wife said anything to me about it and I’ve been with them most of the day.” 2 Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels “No Siri, it’s not that way at all, he just got in late this afternoon from London and we kept him on the attendance list in case he could make it to the wedding so Rosalind probably doesn’t even know he’s here. Alec’s father is staying with the Settegasts’ in Dahlem. His father and mine are old friends. I have wanted you to meet Alec for some time now but there has never been an opportunity to introduce you. Trust me he’s fantastic, he just needs balance in his life. He’s so right for you. I know it Siri. I have seen it. At least just meet him.” To her embarrassment Bastian grabbed her arm and led her towards the lobby bar where the men were crowded in a large group waiting for the wedding party to start, her high heels made audible tapping sounds on the marble floor as she walked and attracted stares as some of the men turned to discover the source of the noise. After Siri released a heavy sigh at being forced to humour one of his whims, Bastian sensed her discomfort and halted a distance away from the lounge. Bastian Cristal was her longtime dear friend indicial of a facetious younger brother, always the nosey-parker, devious in his stratagems and yet so sincere and instinctive at times revealing him as an all-knowing angel. “Wait here Siri and I’ll introduce you.” Bastian walked back towards the bar and approached his father, Ian Cristal, who was speaking with a broad-shouldered man in a black suit with a financial centre haircut. 3 Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels She shook her head and laughed at the situation. The guy was probably a prim and proper, zero-personality aristocrat or a business mogul who in all likelihood wanted to meet some twenty-two year old bimbo for arm candy rather than a forty- nine year old woman who was a nonconformist and a lover of wisdom. At least Bastian had the courtesy to allow for some measure of privacy instead of leading her into the entire group of males to observe his machinations. “Excuse me father, I’m stealing Alec from you.” Bastian lightly touched Alec’s sleeve and moved him away to have a word with him. “Siri’s leaving, if you can’t convince her to stay then follow her. Ask her to dinner, a bar, a café, anything! Back her into a corner and don’t let her refuse you. At the very least make sure she gets back to her hotel room safely, promise me.” Bastian looked him in the eyes with absolute conviction of some secret truth and was almost challenging Alec to refuse him. “Alright, I give you my word.” Alec was curious at his friend’s insistence. “Here I am in my early fifties and I’m taking dating advice from a younger married man who sounds like an old matchmaker woman dabbling in other people’s love lives. Is this what your father calls one of your crazy premonitions?” 4 Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels “I know things Alec, I see them, feel them, and at this moment it’s as right as rain, trust me. Siri is a captivating person. You’ll idolise her. She has the spirit of some immortal enchanted fay. Just ask my parents or Rosalind, they’ll vouch for me, they adore her. If you had not refused our many invitations to visit us in Argyll you would have met Siri sooner, but you’d never leave your bloody nightlife in London.” Bastian walked across the lobby accompanied by the tall, well-dressed gentleman with dark brown hair and a look of embarrassment on his face. Siri stood alone in patient insipid compliance just waiting for the social ceremony to be over with. Alec fixed his eyes on the petite woman with shoulder- length blonde hair clutching her handbag and standing as straight as a soldier at attention. She was dressed in black slacks and a gold silk blouse under a long black wool coat and wore black leather gloves. Even for her small stature she had a marked presence and exuded confidence, especially when being forced to tolerate one of Bastian’s fancies. He surveyed her from top to bottom, his eyes locking on the strappy black leather high heeled booties. Nice, love those, he mused with prurient fantasies. “Ms Siri von Saft, may I present Mr Alec Nachton,” Bastian said and smiled back at her. “A pleasure to meet you Siri, Bastian has been telling me so much about you,” Alec greeted her in a deep voice laced with a slight Scottish brogue. 5 Chrysopoeia For Fallen Angels “It’s nice to make your acquaintance as well Mr Nachton,” she replied in a professional tone. Alec immediately felt the pull of magnetism just by being in her proximity.