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Lilith
Armando Lazzari
A fantastic story that tells the vicissitudes of an insurer who must prevent an ancestral demon, Lilith, from returning to Earth to dominate mankind.
She was Adam's first woman. She dared to rebel against the Son of God. She disobeyed God and was punished for it. She is... Lilith! ”The curse that fell on her, fed over the millennia her hatred and contempt for the sons of man, until she decided to cooperate with some of them. An obscure satanic sect as allies, a mysterious brotherhood born at the time of the Inquisition as rivals and in his midst: David, a simple insurer. Strangled and disputed by the two sides, he will be forced to review all his convictions, freeing the ideas that he had enclosed and catalogued as absurd, in a struggle between good and evil from the boundaries so blurred that it will wear down his soul to the decisive choice for his salvation and perhaps that of all mankind”.
Armando Lazzari
Lilith
Translated by
FATIMA IMMACOLATA PRETTA
Title | Lilith
Author | Armando Lazzari
Cover by the author
Translated by Fatima Immacolata Pretta
© (2021) All rights reserved to the Author (Armando Lazzari)
No part of this book may be reproduced without the prior consent of the Author.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This novel is a work of pure fantasy. Any reference to personal names, places, events, e-mail addresses, websites, telephone numbers, historical facts, whether they really existed or still existing, is to be considered purely coincidental and involuntary.
I apologize in advance to anyone reading the novel who may have felt insulted or mocked in any way by a sentence of mine, assuring you that it was not my intention.
For the rest, thank you and I wish everyone a good read.
Armando Lazzari
All literary rights in this work are exclusive property of the author.
Dedicated to:
My children Alexander and Nicole, always in my thoughts.
My wife Alessandra, my partner in life.
To my parents Marisa and Augusto, who gave me their life and illuminated the path.
To my sister Tatiana, may you like and enjoy yourself.
The inexplicable assumption, that the unreal is enclosed only in the distorted dreams of madmen,
it falters inexorably when the absurd, projecting itself into our reality, penetrates as deeply as it is
difficult to say that even a simple pointed stone can be such and not a dangerous and mysterious weapon that will tear our soul apart.
Armando Lazzari
Summary
Prologue (#ulink_07f927b0-ddf3-5cd5-8f29-c2ebf4613a6e)
Chapter 1 (#ulink_ed399223-dfe5-5d14-9016-ccf65c45c5ec)
Chapter 2 (#ulink_40f779da-fb12-5d80-b120-01c85fb9a337)
Chapter 3 (#ulink_7aedf53d-c12c-501a-8099-427785c672fa)
Chapter 4 (#ulink_c01c81b9-2450-5de8-86a6-174dd30da2ec)
Chapter 5 (#ulink_b04bf770-fe04-5900-8b6a-2e5ea1fb5a6e)
Chapter 6 (#ulink_50f1fea4-0dbb-53b9-bc8a-0f38fa3f30f3)
Chapter 7 (#ulink_248f8ad6-3e64-5ebb-a15a-13b34b7b3ea6)
Chapter 8 (#ulink_2bfbfbda-1085-5f42-b8b2-3bf1a14decf2)
Chapter 9 (#ulink_e489d12e-6eeb-584c-9091-4744cedb6552)
Chapter 10 (#ulink_73674d23-488f-5aa3-a2c5-f3e8d4a58757)
Chapter 11 (#ulink_b2e696cb-376b-59a4-a509-36e27aceea3d)
Chapter 12 (#ulink_bd22381c-4284-56e9-8a64-d99b769907f9)
Chapter 13 (#ulink_d422268f-06aa-5d1a-8f89-d5aedb7f59a9)
Chapter 14 (#ulink_2b38d3ad-923c-5708-8810-9fd181d7334d)
Chapter 15 (#ulink_3169dd9e-2544-5c19-a48e-8325a070d4e3)
Chapter 16 (#ulink_09272480-053b-556b-92a2-be6ed7985f57)
Chapter 17 (#ulink_5e2f257a-01d4-520c-9f91-aab7ae2bc261)
Chapter 18 (#ulink_e1eefa21-f090-5dda-8ca0-3b1da6b2a93b)
Chapter 19 (#ulink_fb3b05d5-d650-58ef-964f-15127db9816f)
Chapter 20 (#ulink_d20974a5-b35a-5dfb-a389-c6f2af36712a)
Chapter 21 (#ulink_e45f3844-26d9-5815-88be-221c6b3f39c7)
Chapter 22 (#ulink_00ef1b0c-2675-5155-93ce-bc0d0adef4e2)
Epilogue (#ulink_5c40a675-e938-5a0e-b0ad-85e644f94858)
Appendix (#ulink_44abb098-5852-57c4-b429-325a6a8bc943)
Acknowledgments (#ulink_19a52df7-5f97-5b20-ac41-1dce6fa6d502)
Prologue
The chase
One hundred and twenty.
The foot, arching, pushes even harder on the accelerator.
One hundred and thirty.
The man looks in the rear-view mirror and curses through clenched teeth:
"Damn, they don't let up!"
One hundred and forty: the road is too bumpy and the risk is too great, but he can't help himself, because he knows that if they just catch up with him....
No!
He shakes his head, chasing away the thought of what they would do to him... or not do!
Another glance at the mirror gives him another concern.
"Oh gosh! The guns!"
One hundred and sixty: that's the limit, he can't go any higher than that, not there!
He knows he needs a solution soon.
Bhang! Bhang!
"Shit, shit, shit..."
The bullets fly past him like a swarm of angry wasps.
He understands that at that rate, he won't stand a chance. He needs reinforcements and activates the voice recognition command device.
"Menu. Phone: Activate. Address book: Father. Call."
Tuu! Tuu! Tuu!
"Pick up, come on... pick up Father!"
Bhang! Bhang! Crash!
The response comes in conjunction with the rear window explosion.
"Where are you? We have a problem."
"Just one, Father? I've got several here, problems, sticking behind my ass and shooting! Where's the cavalry at?"
"Five of the boys are dead...three others are badly wounded: I can't send you anyone else, I'm sorry but you'll have to manage on your own. I know you'll make it, you've been in worse situations."
The first challenging curves appear on the road, forcing him to decelerate considerably.
His gaze slips behind him once again and....
Lord Almighty! A missile launcher! Have they a fucking missile launcher?
"No, Father, this is the worst! Pray for me... and if you can't, at least pray for my soul..."
In front, at the end of the curves, he glimpses a straight. Logic would dictate that they use it there. At a glance he has only a handful of seconds left.
"Don't say that, you don't have to give up!"
"Okay, Father, I swear I'll try, but in the meantime wave to the guys for me and if the line drops...don't worry, sometimes missiles do."
The straightaway comes right on time and along with it he glimpses the buggers adjusting their aim as well.
"Either I pull a rabbit out of my hat now, or I'm toast! Speaking of rabbits: how the heck did Bugs Bunny always save himself?"
Chapter 1
The Awakening
Immemorial, lying on that double bed, my legs tangled in the sheets, I stare up at the ceiling made slightly opaque by time and, motionless with my arms outstretched, I try to recapture the memories of the previous night, faded like an echo from my mind.
The fierce rays of light filtering through the curtains are stabs in the eyes, but every muscle categorically refuses to respond to my calls, leaving me there to endure the torment, alone with my questions...
Red.
Long black hair.
Music.
It's just brief flashes that light up quickly in awareness, but the rest is still dark.
Driin! Driin!
The phone: cursed infernal device with an obnoxious sound.
