Excerpt from Theoclea (The Delphic Oracle) sees Atlantis: Chapter 17...Theoclea Bound
Theoclea has been abducted from the Temple of Delphi by a ruthless man, Davros, the leader of of ‘The Sons of Belial’, descendants of Atlantis, now living on the Island of Thera. An army of 5000 men stand ready to attack the Temple of Delphi. In this chapter, Theoclea has been bound, drugged, and her abduction was accomplished partly through magical means.
She awakens from the drugged state to find that she is in the altar room of a small Temple, a temple devoted to Gaia, not far from the Temple of Delphi. Her hands are bound behind her. The altar has been desecrated...a wine bottle, papers and a knife are on the altar...all of the usual altar objects have been removed. Davros’ right hand man-Avram stands behind the altar. Davros watches as she finally comes out of the drugged state. He tells her that he wants all of the treasure of the Temple of Delphi...and more. Davros shows Theoclea that he's ruthless, willing to do anything to get what he wants...He uses the knife to kill a ferret on the altar-she responds:
Theoclea was shocked. “You would do that? Sacrifice a living animal in such….a brutal way! ON THE ALTAR OF GAIA! She stared at the dead ferret-YOU WOULD SACRIFICE AN UNPREPARED ANIMAL ON THE ALTAR OF GAIA! Orpheus put an end to the blood sacrifice seven hundred years ago!"
“There has been no blood sacrifice for seven hundred years! It is FORBIDDEN!” She gazed at the tall man-Avram. He no longer smiled, a look of worry appeared on his face and he looked away from Theoclea. Davros continued-
“Yes, Theoclea, and I will do that to you piece by piece until the Temple of Delphi and its’ riches are given to us.” He waved the knife at her.
She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, opened them and stared directly at his eyes, her slow eye moving, moving until both eyes faced him. “You cannot do anything to me” He looked at her uneasily for a few seconds. “It doesn't matter whether you have neutralized Vorios’ magic-You can do nothing to me!” Theoclea said.
“You have seen what I can do!” he said.
“I know what you can do,” said Theoclea, “You're not a stranger to me, I know about you, I have SEEN you in my visions.” Avram, who had been looking straight ahead, his arms folded, turned his head toward Davros, a look of concern, a slight hint of confusion in his eyes.
Theoclea continued. “You will be dead within the next three days, maybe sooner. I HAVE SEEN YOUR DEATH!” Many of your men will die with you!”
“I HAVE SEEN YOUR DEATH!” she shouted, gazing directly at Davros. Avram showed puzzlement, a growing hint of fear in his eyes, both arms started to slip from the folded position. Davros felt a hint of fear, but he contained it well. He nodded, almost smiled at Avram.
Theoclea continued to stare at Davros. “It’s YOU! The one in my visions. You have a tattoo on your right arm. The sign of the Gold Crescent Moon with the black arrow through it, the red drop of blood below it! Roll up your sleeve!”
Davros’ smile disappeared, he turned to Avram and said, cooly-“You see, I have told you that they have spies everywhere!"
“Roll up your sleeve!” Theoclea repeated. Davros rolled up his sleeve and showed the tattoo. “This means nothing, he said, your spies are everywhere!”
He asks her...that...if she has seen his death..."What is to be the instrument of my death?”
She almost spat out the next statement. “That knife, that unconsecrated knife that you have used to take a life on the altar of Gaia, that very knife will be the instrument of your death! I have no more to say to you.” She closed her eyes.
