Earth. 3rd Planet from the star, Sol, Egypt, Cairo,

Eighteen Earth Years Ago

"Tell your pilot to set us down here, Mr. Schmidt," Elle commanded.

            "Right here? In the middle of Cairo?" he asked as he eyed the woman curiously.

            "I do not believe I stuttered," the Arcturan said sharply looking down at the bustling market below them. She observed the sun-soaked helicopter's shadow blanketing the busy colorful people below as they passed overhead.

            "Lieutenant set us down at the Cairo airport."

            "Exactly what part of land us right here did you not understand?" Elle retorted and glared at the CIA agent.

            "That is the Ataba market and it is full of people today. I..." Gary could see his arguments were falling on deaf ears. Ears connected to someone ready to kill him for disobeying her. "Set us down. I don't fucking care, set us down, now!" the agent shouted into his headset, staring into the threatening green eyes.

            "Thank you," Elle said with a smile.

            Carts and tables tumbled end over end, sending jewelry and once-neatly folded clothing flying as the Black Hawk's large propellers forcefully displaced the air around it. Papers and dust caught in the wake of small whirlwinds whipped through nearby alleyways. The crowds of marketgoers and merchants cursed the uninvited intruders as they scrambled to rescue themselves or their wares from beneath the shadow of the large flying machine looming over them.

The rapidly growing sounds of several police sirens echoed throughout the city. A handful of local officers already on the scene were fearlessly pushing their way through the crowd with automatic weapons expecting to defend their citizens from an obvious American invasion. They were ill prepared however to handle what they did see. The image of a naked, pregnant bronze goddess stepping gingerly from the unwelcome flying beast that forcefully landed in the middle of their square. She smiled at the onlookers and in fluent Egyptian demanded for someone to bring her their finest clothing.

            The first police officer on the scene lifted his weapon and shouted for Elle to put her hands up.

            "Well, look at you, brave little man, so tough pointing a weapon at an unarmed female. Sadly, you will have to be my first volunteer."

            "Volunteer?" the officer asked the strange woman, slightly lowering his rifle.

            "To die as an example to the others," Elle said with a grin. "They need to understand that they shouldn't fuck with me." She pointed a finger at the man and laughed.

            The officer's mouth fell open as his weapon dissolved in his hands, the particles of the rifle flowing like dark sand between his fingers. He turned, attempting to run only to find he was suddenly floating in the air and choking, held around the neck by some invisible force no one around him could explain. Women screamed and parents pulled their children close as they observed the terrifying supernatural episode.

            Elle yawned and effortlessly tossed the man against a building, his dead body falling with a thud into the street. "Next?"

            More soldiers and police officers spilled into the square in time to witness the event. They lifted their weapons and pointed them at Elle, their rifles generating clinking noises as the men's hands shook from fear. The useless weapons clattered to the concrete as their feet lifted from the ground.

            Elle sighed, preparing to send more men flying to their deaths and then stopped. The Arcturan noticed a petite older woman approaching her with some shimmering, brightly colored material in her hands and her head lowered. The woman vaguely reminded Elle of her own mother Jinah back on Cenerea, but only shorter. The redhead felt a tinge of sadness at the thought she would never get to see the matriarch again.

            "Please, you do not have to hurt anyone else, Taweret," the old woman said kneeling before her. She held the clothes above her head presenting them to Elle and looked down at the ground. "Take these as a gift and bless my daughter so she might bear a child."

Just as Elle strangely acquired the ability to speak new languages and wield her powers, she understood the reference to the ancient Egyptian goddess of fertility. Elle glanced around witnessing several people in the crowd also beginning to kneel. The soldiers now safely back on earth fell to their knees and joined them as well.

            The Arcturan took the clothing from the old woman and slid a very soft silken dress over her body. It fit perfectly even over her pregnant belly. "What is your name, human?" Elle asked the Egyptian woman.

            "Samia, my lovely Taweret," the woman replied continuing to look at the ground.

            "Where is your daughter?" Elle asked. "Call her to me."

            "I am here, goddess," said a very pretty, young girl emerging from the crowd. She slowly approached the tall bronze-skinned woman and knelt next to her mother in the street. "I ask for forgiveness, Tawaret. My husband and I have been unable to have a child, and my stubborn mother prays to you day and night that I might become fertile and give her a grandchild..."

            "Then why are you asking for forgiveness from me?"

            "Because, I accused my mother of being foolish and even laughed at her for praying to you and now here you are. I will understand if you do not wish to bless me with a child. I am sorry," the young woman's tears dripped from her face onto the dirty concrete.

"It is alright, my child," the old woman said as she reached over and placed her hand on her daughter's back.

            Elle's anger subsided as she heard the girl sniffling. She watched the loving exchange between the two women before her and realized this was the role of Mother Arcturis after all, to take care of her female daughters and sisters in need, even if they were filthy sims. Something in the Arcturan clicked. A feeling that might have brought ire from her own mother, she could even hear the woman now accusing her of becoming soft. "Stand daughter," Elle said.

            The young woman slowly stood and lifted her eyes to the Arcturan's emerald gaze only to dart them away.

            "Look at me girl," Elle commanded. "What is your name?"

            "Femi," she replied nervously.

            Elle reached her hand out toward the girl's abdomen. The girl flinched. "Do not be afraid, Femi," the Arcturan said.

            Light shone from her hand as the redhead placed it to the girl's stomach.

            The crowd of onlookers gasped as they witnessed the miracle occurring before them.

            "Julius grab her!" Elle commanded.

            The archaeologist arrived just in time to catch the crumpling young woman and ease her to the ground.

            As Elle turned to go, Samia reached out and grabbed her fingers, tears filling her eyes. She kissed the Arcturan's hand several times thanking her for the miracle. Elle could now see that the entire market was bowing before her. She inhaled, her anger completely satiated for the moment, replaced by one of awareness. Elle looked skyward and smiled. She realized this might be one way she could kill that fucking A.I., Geneticus; using one of its own weapons against it...love.

...

            Gary utilized the time Elle was distracted in the market to upload video footage of the woman's power to CIA Headquarters in Langley, Virginia. "Tell the President this is a Red-level event. She needs to be moved to the bunker. This meeting cannot take place, I repeat, cannot take place! What do you mean she won't run and hide? This ain't a fucking game, Crown! This woman is...Watch the goddamned videos! I gotta go." The CIA operative closed the box on his satellite communication unit as the Cenerean strode up to the helicopter.

            "I am ready to leave," stated the now fully clothed Elle, adorned in a gaudy amount of Egyptian market jewelry and clothing. She seated herself inside the Sikorsky and shouted at her German slave, "Hurry up Julius! We are leaving."

            "Verdammt!" the archaeologist shouted. "Move, people!" He was having difficulty wading through the sea of adoring humanity encircling the Black Hawk trying to gain Elle's favor. Many of the woman's new followers had brought their sick, handicapped, and elderly relatives to the square hoping the goddess would heal them.

            Gary Schmidt tapped the headset in his helmet, "Let's go, lieutenant. Langley arranged for us to meet up with the Aircraft Carrier, U.S.S. Thurman. It's anchored off the port of Alexandria and they are expecting us. We'll hitch a ride on a C-2 Greyhound to D.C. from there."

            "Sir? What about the people, sir?" The pilot asked, sweeping his hands around the cockpit windows.

            Gary sighed. "Just fire it up, they'll move."

            "Yessir!" the lieutenant shouted. The helicopter's engines roared to life.

            The chanting crowd in the market quickly began to back away from the helicopter as its blades slowly started rotating.

            Elle grinned observing the assertive Gary Schmidt. She considered selecting him to pleasure her tonight. She could use a little aggressiveness in the bedroom for once.

            The CIA agent raised an eyebrow when he noticed the filthy stare of one ancient goddess ogling him like a piece of meat. "Uh oh," he thought. "This cannot be good."

            ...

            Earth. 3rd Planet from the star, Sol, Italy, Rome,

Eighteen Earth Years Ago.

"Well Giovana? Do you still think she is dead?" Emilio asked as they watched the uploaded videos now making the rounds on every social media website in the world.

"The Bible did mention that il Diavolo will perform false miracles. She kills a man and then heals a girl. That woman on the screen is not of God, she is something else," Emilio's wife stated.

"Julius is definitely in trouble. I need to help him."

"How, mi amore? What can you do?"

"Research."

"How is reading going to help your German friend, husband?"

"This cannot be the only being like this. There have got to be others and if they created this world, they cannot all be evil like her. If that woman is il Diavolo, then there has to be a God or Gods, mio tesoro and we need to find out how to contact them," Emilio said.

"We can pray. That is how it has been done forever," his wife offered. "It's in the Bible."

"I think we will need something stronger than any book to deal with this woman."

"Like what? Where would you even begin to look for any kind of solution to this problem?"

"Where else? One of the largest museums in the world pertaining to God, the Vatican," Emilio said with a smile.