The Satanic Platforms: & the Whore of Babylon

By Matthew Macdonnell

This book is about the possible advancement and different routes Satan can take to spread his evil. Although it is based in the magical arena, many things are based on physical fact and possibilities. It takes a route into the possibility of evil information that can affect you and your mind. The whore represents a visible entity that is controlled by Satan through one of the deadly sins. And sometimes misplaced faiths can take terrible routes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Jul 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496986603

Matthew Macdonnell

Martin Foot is a first time author based in Reading, United Kingdom. He have been connected with information technology for a long time and thought that it is a little bit boring. The Satanic Platform is his first attempt in conquering the artistic world and exercising his mind.

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Published by AuthorHouse 07/11/2014

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1    The Well Of St Celynin

Chapter 2    Mystery Begins

Chapter 3    A Child’s Bravery

Chapter 4    The Whore’s Domain

Chapter 5    The Whore’s Children

Chapter 6    Eve’s Wand

About The Author

CHAPTER 1

The Well of St Celynin

Everyone had just come back from their holidays and was eager to get on at the University of Anglesey, generally accepted throughout the world as the best university for witches and wizards. But some individuals were not all they seemed.

Studying for a degree in law, Oliver was an overzealous, cocky individual who listened to no one and spoke to everyone without really putting any kind of brain cell into action. But when he was put in front of someone who was actually quite stunning, he would listen. To a mind of undoubted intelligence and authority he would listen, and so he had become a very promising student.

Oliver and Alexandra were lying down on the grass in the park, just on the outer rim of the university. Oliver said, We have a new professor at the university today. She is over 120 years old and still looking good.

Yes, good for her, said Alexandra. Anyway, we will soon find out what she looks like when we go to my law class. I thought she was a specialist in magic in a marine environment and geology.

Alexandra was the doubting Thomas of the class and questioned everything, but never maliciously. She was the outgoing one who liked to go clubbing every weekend. Still, she was a straight-A student in practically everything she did.

Look, here she is now, said Alex. Hello, Helen, how are you?

Helen was just getting off the bus. Hi, Alexandra. Fine, thanks. Did you have a nice holiday?

Lovely, thanks. Did you go anywhere? asked Alex.

Nowhere special, but I do want to go around the world when I graduate.

Oliver shouted to them, Can I come?

Only if you pay for me and Helen!

No chance. Helen, Alexandra tells me you know our new professor.

Yes, she’s my stepmum.

You’re winding me up, said Oliver.

No.

Is she good-looking? he asked.

Well, put it like this: she is very old, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so she would be just right for you.

How old?

More than fifty years older than you, said Helen.

Alexandra smiled, looked at Oliver, and said, Actually, I think she is bloody good-looking for her age. But you don’t want to get on the wrong side of my stepfather.

Oh yeah, like I’m worried! He must be at least seventy. Anyway, what’s happened to your real mum and dad?

My mum died when I was seven, and my dad’s gone mental; they sent him to someplace in Coventry, but he’s all right now.

Alex said, Do you see him?

No way; he left this scar on my face.

When did you last see him?

April last year.

Oliver butted in and said, Not a paedophile, is he?

"No, he’s not. You’re right, Alex. I think I should go and see him. He is a schizophrenic. It’s a very misunderstood disorder. He did not hurt me sexually. Schizophrenia just means you find it hard to understand your own feelings, and it’s very confusing, so he found it hard to relax, and he hurt my cheek. When my mum died, it almost destroyed him. So I will visit him. Do you want to come? Actually, he is a very nice man."

No, thank you, Alex answered, but I think we should go and see this new professor.

They walked into a very old building made mostly of local stone, entering the newer part of the building. The capacity was increased to take on more students. The older building to its right had a gymnasium and a swimming pool. Most of the classrooms in the old part of the university were made of finely cut and sculptured marble inside by the entrance, with local stone on the outside.

The old entrance had Education for life and love written in a language called Caliburish, the language of the dragons. It led to the reception and then through a maze of corridors to the gym and swimming pool at the back. The building had a line of marble pillars going down to another marble-tiled corridor to the changing rooms. On the far side of the swimming pool was a huge aquarium containing many rare fish, snakes, and other creatures of the deep. Part of it was specially designed for very deep-dwelling fish and even had black smokers.

Apart from the head of the university, the keeper of the aquarium, Professor Martha Davis, was the second most important person in the university. No finer knowledge of sea life existed amongst the witch and wizard world. Some of the creatures were unknown to laymen – the non-magic folk. All students had to learn the way of the seas; it was considered very important to learn, so the university made it compulsory.

Behind the aquarium were seven classrooms, each designed for the teaching of marine life. If you looked out of the window at the end, you would see Falcon’s Forest, named after Gwyneth Falcon, the designer of the older university. On the other side was the great hall, where they could dine, made at the same time as the gymnasium, and a huge tower a little further on, which contained the library and bindery. There were many other buildings, tunnels, and pathways round the back.

The head binder was Barillium Ordaepheus Beau, a close friend to Professor Marcus T. Auralius, the head. He was affectionately known as Bob, a man of unbridled character and wit, always joking and jesting.

They walked down to the class and saw a woman in there with beautiful eyes and a figure to turn the head of any man. She was dressed in a dark-blue suit and had a face without any blemishes. Her hair, soft and delicate, swayed in the gentle breeze of an open window.

Hey, miss, where is the new professor? asked Oliver.

And what’s your name? she asked from those pouting lips and pristine teeth.

Jerry, he said.

Well, that would be me, Jerry.

He gasped and turned his head to look at Helen. I was told you are over 120 years old, but you don’t look over 30.

Why, thank you, Jerry. That’s the best compliment I’ve had all day, but I’m certainly well over 120 years old. Right, then; my name is Professor Hycinta V. Pendragon, but you can call me Vicky. First of all, I would like to congratulate you all on being at Anglesey University, because now you are in the top 2 per cent of all witches and wizards. The control of your abilities within the law is now paramount. I would like to tell you about dynasties and how law came into being. It is far more than just commandments laid down by a deity. If law becomes a heavy burden, people will dislike it and distort it between cultures – one rule for them and another for us. Fortunately, it is more united through the wizard community. Because you lot are my first class in this university, I’ve decided to take you to see Emily, who knows more about it than anyone. You see there are broomsticks next to your chairs; these will make you feel uneasy when you are on them, because you will not know where you are going. Emily won’t let anyone but me know where she resides, and it is an honour indeed. Don’t try to put any kind of spell on the broomstick; it will not work. Emily will find out because she has control of these. And believe me, you don’t want to upset her. She’s a bit of a softy, really, and she would like to give you each a present. Which one of you is Elizabeth Brooks?

That’s me, miss, she said with her beautiful Welsh accent. She bounced up, eager to learn.

Vicky asked her, Did you know Ethan Brooks?

Not personally. All I know is that he died, sadly, but I did speak to my granddad, and he told me he has a VC. Did you know him?

Yes, he was the first wizard to receive a VC. How much did he tell you about it?

Not much, Elizabeth said.

He had this saying: ‘You can’t become a hero until you piss yourself beforehand.’ Stressful situations can create a mental trauma echo; it’s something you don’t expect to last, but it does. He tried to jest about it, but he was lucky if he had two hours’ sleep, even though he had counselling. Later, he said, ‘What helped me was respect he got from others when I got the VC,’ and that’s why it is so important.

Elizabeth just looked at her, shocked at what she had just heard.

Elizabeth, may I have your permission to go?

She sounded a bit surprised that Vicky would ask this question.

But, of course, said Elizabeth.

When I have more time, I will tell you more about him and how he got it. Truly a very brave man. There is a fine line between fools and heroes, but he was definitely a hero. He was a silversmith before he went into the army. His story is long, so I will tell you when we have time. All the first wizards and witches were millions of years old before they died. They learnt how to cheat death. There are jellyfish that do the same thing. But then, around 250 million years ago, a mass extinction occurred and nearly killed us all. We did not know it then, but this affected our souls, and our ability to evolve went out the window. It was about 150,000 years ago when apes started to walk upright and started to look like us and started to enjoy their company. Basically, life shaped humans into what we look like. Some of us feared another mass extinction and gifted some human families with magic for showing character and using their own minds to help others – a rare sight back in those days. They were one of the first social animals. But unfortunately, those first wizards are nearly all dead. Now they average the same age as laymen.

And who were they? Elizabeth asked.

The Pendragons, the Beaus, the Davidsons, and of course, the Brooks. Some first wizards are about, but they all want to remain anonymous. We agreed that their power was to be kept a secret. Some wizards had children with non-magic folk, but most of them don’t notice any magical powers. Some evolved and got stronger. The famous one, of course, is Arthur Pendragon. He was not a wizard, but we believe the Pendragon line is still about. Because his father hated wizards, and because his brother Edward was a wizard, he fled to a place in Somerset. Merlin tried to help Edward with some things, but Arthur always got in the way. Edward lived longer and should have become king. He was the unknown king and the true line of royalty. Merlin will never forgive himself, because he feels he let the next in line to the throne down. Anyway, we must move now, so get on the broomsticks, and we will go; it won’t take long. Mmmm, I must change into something more appropriate. With a wave of her wand, she put on a leather jacket, a blouse, and blue jeans.

Vicky waved her wand, said, Oxygen de tour, and left.

They went across Snowdonia, past the Old Church of Llangelynin, and went into the Holy Well of St Celynin. Down in the well, close to the water, they found a hidden cave just above the water at the bottom. Its atmosphere was almost 44 per cent oxygen. There was a well-used path leading into another part of the cave. Vicky stopped and said, "When you get your present, just stroke the back of her ear; it’s just a way of saying thank you to her."

They walked through and saw a dragon looking into a fish tank, waving her claw around in it, saying, Now then, George, you must be careful. You don’t want to annoy Jane; she will eat you.

She came over, looked at Vicky, and said, Hello, Hycinta. Long time, no see. She was trying to wind Vicky up by calling her Hycinta.

Hi, Emily, good to see you.

This is the rabble, then?

Yes.

Hello, all. My name is Emily Oxygen. I would like to give you a present each, a marble.

Er, a marble? said Alexandra.

Emily looked into a small bowl and picked up a small aquamarine-coloured marble. This one helps you speak whale, and this one Latin. Oh, and that yellow one helps you speak snail; they do gossip a lot though. Very fast language. You could quote the whole Bible in about two minutes. So I want you to have a language in mind.

What about ant or Greek languages? asked Alexandra.

Greek is a human language; just the creature language. But ant is an excellent choice.

Alexandra stroked Emily’s ear and said, Thank you very much.

All the other students came and got their marbles, Elizabeth last but certainly not least.

What would you like? asked Emily.

Got something that has excellent vision?

Well, the best are unicorn’s vision, but rare animals, that. Try Virgil’s Falcon. Fast, small, and very hard to see. Millions of those about. They can see a mosquito from two miles away.

Never heard of them, but it sounds good. Thank you.

Related to velociraptors, you know. Falcons, that is.

Yes, I know, said Elizabeth.

Looking at everyone, Emily said, Right, then – let’s talk about dynasties.

Jerry butted in and asked, What is that in the fish tank?

Oh, you mean Excalibur. Would you like to hold it? Just don’t try to dry it.

Oh, yes! said Jerry. He put his hand in the fish tank and tried to take it. I can’t lift it.

Emily put her claws in and lifted it out as though it was a feather. Oh, you’re useless. Here you are. She gave it to him, and it fell right through his hands. "Now you put a hole in the ground. Doesn’t like you, I suppose. Never mind. I’m glad you