Chapter 1: April 30

“It is time to take what is ours and overthrow the Lord of Hosts,” the creature spoke with a tone of satisfaction.

“Yes, indeed it is, and with their help, I will be able to remove the curse laid upon me in the Garden. Now, it is time for you to go. I need you to move things as intended in the Heavenly realm.” Halel said.

The angel bowed and extened his hand. The rip appeared again, its light leaking into this creation from the other and then closing up once the figure stepped through.

Halel stood alone in the field for a moment facing Padooth. With an evil smile on his face, as if he were a cat who had wounded its prey and was beginning to play with it, he said through clenched teeth, “No seed of woman will crush my head.”

His cape ballooned out behind him and formed into four wings on his back. Their dark plumage resembled that of a male peacock with black iridescent eyes everywhere as he rose into the air and disappeared quickly into the darkness.

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With the last mourning visitor gone and the house prepared for tomorrow’s burial, Enosh and his kin stepped outside of Seth’s villa. The immediate pain of losing a loved one had given way to numbness and exhaustion.

Enosh started to pull the hood of his light robe closer around his head to keep out the violent wind, but by the time he had finished the gale suddenly stopped, and the air became instantly still and peaceful. Enosh looked at the others and lowered his hood.

“I feel the worst is yet to come my brothers,” he said. “I pledge to you that my father’s last words were not in vain.”

Deep inside him, the unease refused to rest. He only knew that this night was significant in a yet undiscovered way.

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Chapter 1: April 29

“It seems as if you haven’t left anything to chance,” Jeqon said, smirking. Excitement began to vibrate through his body at the thought of how close he may be to attaining a woman. “I have no more questions at this time. Asbel and I shall bring this before Shemihazah. After he accepts, we shall begin preparation for our descent quietly so as not to draw any unwanted attention.”

“Good,” Halel said, more than pleased at Jeqon’s confidence. “Asbel’s suggestion was not in vain. Your talents are clearly being wasted in Heaven.”

 

“We shall be on our way then.” Jeqon bowed slightly. Asbel copied the motion. 

Jeqon reached one arm in front of him, which caused a slit of light to shoot from it. Both stepped into the light and disappeared as if someone ripped open the night to another dimension and then sewed it up again quickly before it could fully open and swallow this one. 

Halel stood there with a wicked smile upon his face. Turning toward a lone tree behind him, he spoke into its shadowy darkness, “Your help has been most instrumental.”

From behind the tree, a dark mysterious figure crept out into the open field. His robes were thick, and pale as the others had been, but his face was a pallid white alabaster instead of bronze. Ruby red eyes with flecks of gold in them peered out from underneath the hood, which was back far enough on his head to allow some of his contrasting jet-black hair to show. He stopped next to Halel clasping his hands behind him.

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Chapter 1: April 28

“It seems that you have come to the same conclusion as myself, Jeqon.” The stranger’s hood fell so low over his head it almost concealed his entire face. Jeqon recognized the voice at the same time the stranger removed the hood revealing onyx black curls and a handsome, oblong face.

“Asbel,” Jeqon said in shock. “What are you doing here? Were you not sent elsewhere?”

Asbel chuckled. “I wasn’t sent elsewhere,” he said. “When I was called for this assignment, I told Shemihazah that there were pressing affairs in Metsad that could not be entrusted to a subordinate. I suggested he send you here. You see, Halel came to me in Habahrem. Personally, I find him to be quite remarkable.” Asbel looked over to the dark angel, and Halel bowed his head in acknowledgment of the compliment. “Nothing on this earth and little in Heaven escapes his notice even my whereabouts.

“He made me a generous offer, but I knew that anything I were to suggest would be dismissed. Everyone knows what little esteem I have for our current arrangement and how easily I would be willing to change my situation. I recommended he recruit you. I assume you accepted this chance to change our group’s dismal fate. Together, we should be able to convince our brothers to join us.” 

“I have almost decided,” Jeqon remarked. His pride swelled in the presence of the lower ranking angel. “There is one very important issue that has not been discussed. When we abandon our posts, we shall no longer know what is happening in the Heavenly realms. This will put us at a disadvantage if there is some offensive action taken toward us. How do you expect to deal with that?”

“There is no need to worry,” Halel responded quickly. “I shall make sure no offensive action takes place against you. As always, I have a plan for dealing with it,” Halel finished with a charming grin.

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Chapter 1: April 27

Here was a chance to fix things, to make them right. Halel himself had taken that chance, and he seemed to be enjoying the fruits of his fortune. For Jeqon to refuse such a generous and simple offer would be to refuse everything he aspired to achieve in eternity. He returned his gaze to the cherub.

“If I go to Shemihazah alone, he won’t agree to this. He knows that I spend my time in the Heavenly realm. Neither of us can be sure that what you tell us of man’s gullibility is true. He will want to be sure that man will fall for our ploy. He will want assurance of success. Like me, Shemihazah is not one to risk everything for no gain.”

“Of course,” Halel said sympathetically, “I already made arrangements for overcoming any lack of knowledge either of you might have about mankind’s simplicity. Come with me.”

Before Jeqon could protest, the cape upon Halel’s back wrapped itself around him until it covered him completely in soft, almost suffocating darkness. Instantly, it recoiled behind its master, leaving them both in a field of wheat with a few scattered trees. The experience caused Jeqon to lose a little of his glow, but Halel did not draw attention to it.

“Where are we?” asked Jeqon, more than a little unnerved from being surrounded by such a dark object. He felt slightly drained but did not have much time to ponder the experience.

“There is no need for alarm. As you can see, we are in the fields outside of Padooth. The reason I brought you here was to show you how to accomplish your goal,” he said, extending his right arm toward a nearby group of five trees. 

Out of the darkness a figure in a thick, pale, hooded robe stepped confidently into the moonlight. His hands were clasped together in front of him, concealed by the large sleeves of his garment.

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Chapter 1: April 26

“If mankind accepts you, as Adam and Eve accepted me, then they are to blame for their transgressions… not you. And if, for example, you teach them the secrets of Heaven, they will give you whatever you want. They will serve you, give you homage, and even give their women to you… if you so desire. As long as they want your presence here, no judgment will come upon you. It’s that easy.”

Jeqon frowned as Halel continued. “Mankind is greedy and easy to manipulate. It should not be hard for you or any of your associates to keep them in the palm of your hand. Give them a morsel here and there. Stir up strife and then give them ways of resolving it. Make them think that you are gods and forget there is only One who currently holds that position. You will then be able to exercise your leadership and take what you desire. As long as you give them what they want, they will return the favor. If they don’t give you what you want, you can use retribution to show them who is superior. All they have to do is agree to accept your ‘gifts’ of knowledge. Once they make that contract with you, you can ask anything of them and punish them if they refuse you.”

“Have you considered all the issues that could arise with this plan?”

Halel turned his angelic face toward Jeqon and with a near sinister smirk said, “There is no point in taking on any endeavor unless you think through all your options first. That way you can do it correctly without losses.”

Jeqon looked away for moment, thinking about his life within the Heavenly realms. He had long felt that their existence did not seem to have any noble purpose. Angels were eternal and man was now mortal. Angels got to spend eternity taking care of these weak creatures with no personal pleasure or gain. Man on the other hand was allowed not only a variety of pleasures and gluttonies, but he was also given the choice to live their lives for the Almighty or to serve themselves. A look of disgust came over his face as he thought about the disgrace to all of angelkind. 

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Chapter 1: April 25

“Do you think that He will turn a blind eye on us and will not be aware of our actions? What do we really gain if we are going to be subjecting ourselves to his judgment?”

“Relax, Jeqon. Why do you worry so much? Just because Michael caught you tonight, doesn’t mean you should fear Divine retribution. Or are Michael’s words changing your heart’s desire?"

“How do you know about my conversation with Michael?” Jeqon demanded. He knew that cherubim were not all knowing. He wondered how many angels had escaped his notice tonight yet were present to witness his embarrassing event with the archangel.

“I also found the event of Seth’s departure important to observe. Let’s just say I like to hear what men repeat in their gossip about me. I was in the courtyard watching and listening as you received your tongue lashing from Heaven’s watchdog.” Halel’s eyes glistened as he fanned the flames of Jeqon’s anger toward Michael.

“I wouldn’t have called it a tongue lashing,” bit back Jeqon. 

“As you say,” the cherub replied coyly. “You should take what Michael says with a grain of salt anyway. He has a tendency toward a stong belief in his own superiority. In order to maintain his authority, he thinks it important to try to sway others from doing things he may not do. His opinion does not mean they are wrong… if they are done right,” the dark angel soothed.

“So, if we come here, how do we acquire what ‘we’ want?” sulked Jeqon.

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Chapter 1: April 24

Halel turned again and began walking back toward the left of Jeqon. This time, the angel was prepared for the lion’s face, which spoke in a baritone growl, “As one mind, you must abandon your posts in Heaven and take up residence upon the earth. Once you reside here, you may do as you will with the things, or should I say thing, that you desire. The key is that you all make a united abandonment of Heaven.”

“It will be difficult to convince Shemihazah to take part in something of this nature. I think you have underestimated him if you think minor temptations will convince him to abandon his Heavenly post.”

“That is where you must play your part, Jeqon. You are his trusted confidant. I know you are resourceful and can convince him. Shemihazah seeks out your council on all matters. He trusts your ideas and confides his own with you. Surely, you know that he has ambitions for a higher position than that of man’s bookkeeper. Perhaps you missed it, but I heard that he also has, shall we say, an affection for women and power.”

Jeqon was slightly concerned that an angel whom he had never encountered before knew so much about the council and hierarchy where he served. Halel no longer resided in the Heavenly realms and only visited when summoned. It was impossible for Shemihazah to hold him in his council and confide in him. Further, Jeqon doubted that Halel was ever admitted into Shemihazah’s trust. 

“How is it you know these things?” he finally asked.

“I have my sources of information. However, as it is in Heaven, information within my ranks is given only to those who need to know.”

This was surprising since Jeqon always viewed the cherubim as a loner. Occasionally, he may have hypothesized that he had other agents, but he never believed they would infiltrate Heaven. Still, knowing others were with him did nothing to settle the unease that remained inside him and conflicted with the growing pull to join with Halel. Jeqon was ready to obtain his desires, but not at a damning price. 

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Chapter 1: April 23

 “Us?” Halel chuckled. “I already gained power for myself. I am master over death and hold the key to the fate of man. Because man was willing to enter a covenant with me by disobeying ‘Him’, I have already become the god of this world. Though I, myself, will not be satisfied until the very throne of Heaven is mine,” Halel raised his arm toward Heaven and clinching his fist as though he were squashing something in it. “I retain sympathy for my brothers who have not yet escaped their chains. If you join with me, you can have whatever freedoms you desire.”

“What difference is it to free yourself from one just to serve another?” Jeqon asked, although it seemed serving Halel would be far more glorious that serving mortal creatures.

“I’m not asking you to serve me. I already have many who are willing to do that. I want you to join me side-by-side as equals so that we may overcome the One that has dealt us this injustice. United, we will suceed. So, tell me honestly Jeqon, does my offer interest you?”

“I find it to be an interesting proposal, but there must be some information you are leaving out. It all seems too easy.”

“I can see you are not one to miss minor details. I like that in an accomplice,” Halel smiled. “There is a small detail I neglected to mention. You see, I would need more than just your allegiance. You do not have influence over many. Shemihazah, on the other hand, has the influence to bring others in your council with him to aid in my plan.”

“And what plan is that?”

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Chapter 1: April 22

The revelation was almost as shocking as the bull’s face. “And what is it that you believe we both want?” Jeqon asked boldly. Subconsciously, his eyes darted around to be sure no other being was observing this conversation.

 “To change our fates… to fulfill our desires… to be our own gods,” responded the dark angel. His bull face smiled inwardly as shock and ambition flickered in Jeqon’s eyes. “You said it yourself, did you not? I believe your exact words were ‘We should be allowed to enjoy whatever we want.’ You also pointed out the indignity of powerful beings such as we are being forced to serve lower beings. What you want is to be able to change that… is it not?” The angel strode forward as Jeqon looked down at the ground and thought about it what was being said. Although Halel was infamous across Heaven and labeled as evil, he could see the cruel irony of the greater serving the lesser.

“And you think achieving freedom is possible? How are you expecting to gain this power for… us?” Jeqon’s said scornfully. As he raised his eyes from the ground, he was again stunned because instead of the man or the bull, an extraordinary golden eagle was looking directly at him out of the helmet. From this view of the angel’s back, he also noticed the creature’s polished bronze hooves peeking out from beneath the shadowy cape. 

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Chapter 1: April 21

Jeqon suddenly realized his precarious position. He wondered how he managed to go from bad to worse. He remained silent and motionless while his thoughts raced at full speed. What was this being doing trying to speak with him? Was this some trap? Did Michael…? But, no, he knew that Michael would have nothing to do with this cherub.

“Ah, wait… of course,” the being said, clasping his hands together. “How rude of me. I have not introduced myself to you.”

“There is no need for that, I know who you are…” replied Jeqon lowering his voice to a whisper, “Halel.”

“Very well then, am I right in guessing who you are?” Halel questioned, pleased that Jeqon responded.

“I suppose that depends on what you want,” replied Jeqon raising his chin a little and allowing his arrogance once again to get the best of him. The majestic figure turned and strode to the right of Jeqon.

Jeqon blinked in surprise because although the creature’s body was not facing him, the being’s face still looked directly at him. However, it was no longer the face of the delicately handsome angel, which he had just seen, but instead it was the face of a mighty red bull. Two dark horns poked through its helmet top. Although startled, Jeqon rapidly regained his composure when he remembered the cherubim had not one, but four faces. 

“What I want?” he said coyly, in a musically deep bass. “What I want is the same thing that you want. You and I are very similar in our wants. That is why I came to you.”

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Chapter 1: April 20

Jeqon shifted his gaze to the creature’s face to see what kind of immortal this was. He was surprised to see the most beautiful angel he ever beheld. A platinum helmet polished to a black mirror finish sat upon this shadow angel’s head and was topped with seven spires each about two feet in length that ended in a different gemstone. Cheek guards, also made of platinum, came down from the helmet and fused at his chin. At this wonderful creature’s side was an angelic blade of judgment, which rested in a scabbard made of gold and silver swirled in intricate patterns and further decorated with all the gems found on the rest of the armor.

More magnificent than everything was the cape worn by this handsome being, it was as black as night, as if it absorbed any light around it. Although double the length of its wearer, the cape seemed to float with a mind of its own, never touching the ground. It drifted back and forth from side to side, maliciously playful like a cat’s tail.

For a moment, this tail began to wrap in front of the creature and then pulled back, billowing out behind him as he began to walk toward Jeqon. Jeqon stood there paralyzed in awe. The being came within two feet of him and stopped. Then, the cape formed into a thin appendage and stroked the bottom of Jeqon’s chin. Despite his amazed stasis, Jeqon pulled back, jerking away from its featherlike touch. For a moment, he thought about fleeing, but the thought quickly passed as the dark angel emitted a carefree laugh. The cape receded and returned to slowly waving back and forth in the background.

“Your name is Jeqon, is it not?” the voice asked melodic and amused. The dark angel cocked his head to the side and taunted him, “Come now, surely you know what your name is?” 

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Chapter 1: April 19

He stopped and looked the last person in line face-to-face. To this middle aged man, he sneered, “Pathetic creatures! Why you find pleasure in His eyes is beyond me. You are powerless and frail. We are full of glory and strength. We should be given the position of favor and should be allowed to enjoy whatever we want! Why is it that we are degraded into serving you and are forbidden even the simple pleasures you are allowed?”

The man heard nothing and remained standing in solemn contemplation while Jeqon vented his emotion. Jeqon, however, felt much better by ranting at the object of his antipathy. He turned and walked away with a smile of supremacy on his face that quickly disappeared.

A voice resembling an echoing loud whisper surrounded him from all directions, “You seem discontented tonight brother.” 

Jeqon jumped and turned around to see who was speaking to him. Although his masked his voice to the man, he vocalized his thoughts loud enough for any Heavenly being to hear. Anger began to rise in him again from being caught off guard for a second time during his brief earthly stint. He could not believe he made such a foolish mistake twice. Setting his face, he drew in a breath, ready to deal with another ‘lesson’.

“Don’t look so panicked. I haven’t come to reprimand you,” the voice purred. This time Jeqon located its source from the alleyway to his right. It smoothed to an elegant, friendly tone. Jeqon mistrusted his eyes as a figure emerged from the shadows that resembled a shadow itself.

As the darkness stood there and solidified, Jeqon noticed it was covered from the neck downward in full armor. Each plate was carved from polished onyx and had rows of gems in a chaotic yet dazzling pattern that began to glint in the moonlight. Ruby, topaz, emerald, and olivine adorned the plates on the shadow’s chest while those covering each leg were set with jasper, lapis lazuli, turquoise, and aquamarine. Furthermore, each plate of the mail was surrounded by gold and silver trim that seemed to attach each one to the next. The entire set moved without moving when one stared at it as Jeqon was now doing. 

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Chapter 1: April 18

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Jeqon stormed through the streets outside the villa before regaining his composure and calming his anger. He thought about returning to Shemihazah instantly, but at the same time, he did not want to depart this newly forbidden land, yet. Michael might have ordered him to leave, but he did not have to jump at Michael’s command like a slave.

The line of mourners stretched like a long stream before him. Families clustered together, but all waited patiently for their turn to give respect to the passed leader’s relatives. Jeqon smirked to himself; he could not believe how naïvely they waited. What was Seth but a mere mortal who, like all men, was forced to succumb to death’s icy grip? This same fate would overtake them all, and yet they wasted the little time they had on this earth standing around to see a corpse. Then what would they do? They would pledge allegiance to Seth’s son as though they had a real choice about such matters. Jeqon continued toward the edge of the city, believing that his point of arrival was just as good of a place as any for departing. 

Following the overlong line, Jeqon decided that those on the hillside must have backtracked though the city in order to get a place in the line. He covered the distance at a pace sped by the anger within him, snaking along with it all the way back to the bridge. He noticed that the wind had become more biting while he had been inside. As it whipped the cloaks of those in the line without touching his own, Jeqon felt even more superior. The drizzle of discontent grew into a storm with each step. Look at that, he thought, they can’t even keep out a little wind.

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Chapter 1: April 17

Michael’s irritation began to grow. The woman had never been in danger of actually being molested because of his presence and intervention, but she had been degraded to the level of an object all the same. He was irritated that a being with such superior power saw nothing wrong with taking advantage of that power and using it against those created without it. He knew another who felt he should be allowed to do what he wanted because he had the ability. He also saw this same poison as it infested mankind. For a moment, he wondered if it could spread through angelic ranks as well. He would report it and hoped he could help stop it before it went too far. Right now, perhaps a more peaceful lesson was needed.

“Do you know why the Lord created woman, Jeqon?” asked Michael calming himself instantly to teach the lower angel.

 “Of course I do,” Jeqon was in no mood to be calmed. He let his irritation show through his snapped out words. “They were created as a companion to man.” 

“Correct, Jeqon, a companion for man… and man alone. Do not forget this.” There was a slight pause as Michael waited to observe Jeqon’s response, but there was none. Jeqon stood silent and motionless as though he were a statue. 

 Michael continued, “Seth passed; you observed. It is time for you to report the event to Shemihazah as you were instructed.”

“As you wish, Prince Michael,” he replied with a slight bow.

“You can also inform Shemihazah that I shall summon him to discuss the responsibilities which he possesses. I want to ensure he knows that he need not send any of his agents to do or… ‘observe’… things that are outside of their jurisdiction.”

“I shall do so,” replied Jeqon, as the anger rose inside him and threatened to unleash itself. If there were a way to be assured he would get away with it, he would gladly have taken the opportunity to teach Michael a lesson.

“And as for you, Jeqon, I do not foresee any reason why I should see you in Siriad again. You would do well to make sure this is so. You may go.”

Jeqon irately pulled his hood back over his off-white pearl toned hair and sharply turned toward the exit that led into the streets. He paused, looking back over his shoulder.

“Very well, Prince Michael. If that is your will.” His words were bitingly sarcastic, and once they were out, he quickly stormed through the gate between those who were still coming and going.

For a moment, there was confusion among the people as a burst of cold wind blew from the house, chilling those in its path to the bone.

Michael gave a sigh. “God’s will, not mine, old friend. I fear you are going to take a path, dear brother, that shall not bode well for you.” He then lifted his hands toward Heaven, and vanished into a mist without any human knowing what had transpired. 

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Chapter 1: April 16

“I see… although that does not seem to be all that you were observing.” The words came out as a reprimand.

“What are you trying to say?” Off guard, Jeqon replied more severely than he should have but quickly snapped his mouth shut. He hoped Michael would overlook his attitude.

“Let us not forget who we are. Your own actions have not gone unobserved. You did not think you would be alone here, did you? Several of us are participating in different aspects of this event.”

Jeqon pondered for a second about why he failed to sense Michael’s presence. Having spent most of his time within the Heavenly realm in the house of Shemihazah, he was not accustomed to having to watch his back. He brushed the thought away and made a note to be even more careful the next time he visited the earthly realm. “I was only observing her beauty, nothing more. All creation is pleasing, and there is nothing wrong with admiring it.”

“You know there is something wrong with observing it with more than your eyes. Or when your heart is looking at more than just the beauty of creation.”

Jeqon stood silently. People passed all around, in and out of the courtyard, but his observation of them had ceased. His hood-shadowed eyes narrowed and locked with Michael’s. He understood his position. If Shemihazah knew he was confronting Michael over something so minor, he would be in twice as much trouble. He calmed himself and stated, “It was nothing… just a touch. There was no harm meant. I knew she would not be aware of it. You know they cannot sense us unless we desire them to do so. I myself was ‘touched’ by several of them just walking here. Some minor interactions cannot be helped.”

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Chapter 1: April 15

Jeqon pulled back his hood revealing the elegant, chiseled features of his face, and his glowing, deep blue sapphire eyes. His mouth was set with anger momentarily before he managed a forced smile.

“Ah, Prince Michael, what a pleasure it is to be honored by your presence,” he replied with haughtiness, disgust, and a slight quiver in his voice.

“Yes, I am sure.” Michael said in a calm, sardonic voice, seeing through the flattery as the distraction it was meant to be. Michael released Jeqon’s arm. He drew it back as if he had broken Michael’s hold. Then, pretending the incident had not occurred, Jeqon watched as the auburn-haired woman skirted away to an older woman attending her child. His eyes daringly followed her until she was out of sight. He then returned his gaze toward Michael. Michael’s eyes also remained on the woman, but compassion filled them instead of Jeqon’s lust. 

“Coming down to the realm of men is not within your normal duties. You usually never leave Shemihazah’s side. Why are you here?” Michael asked, narrowing his eyes.

“What do you mean, Prince Michael? I was sent to observe the passing of one of man’s great leaders in order to give a report of it to Shemihazah. Since Asbel was not available, I was sent in his stead,” Jeqon replied with a well-rehearsed answer and a slight half-smile. Shemihazah would have normally sent Asbel, but Asbel had complained of more pressing matters in Habahrem. When Asbel suggested Jeqon come in his place, Jeqon jumped at the chance to return to the realm of men. It was not often he received such a wonderful opportunity.

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Chapter 1: April 14

As she spoke to Enosh, the visitor became completely captivated, his eyes slowly consuming her body, taking notice of its form and loveliness as a whole. He lingered until she turned to leave and then followed her into the courtyard. The woman made her way to a tree, trying to avoid the crowd as it flowed into the space before emptying onto the street. Leaning her shoulder against its rough bark with her head cocked upward and to the side and her lips moving in silent prayer, her hair fell away exposing her neck.

The stranger looked around then slipped over to the shadows behind her. Mesmerized by the beauty, he reached out as though to stroke the back of her neck and shoulders, wanting to feel the soft smooth skin. Instantly, a strong hand seized his forearm, preventing it from reaching the intended target. The stranger abruptly noticed another dressed in thick, robes, standing next to him underneath the tree.

“Jeqon, what a surprise to see you here,” the man spoke in kind voice that was forceful enough to be demanding.

Jeqon looked first at the hand that restrained him and then surveyed the rest of the body of the one holding him. In this close proximity, he had to crane his neck slightly backward to look at the other’s face because looking straight ahead gave him only a view of his chest. The locks of hair creeping out from his hood resembled gold strands, and his eyes were silver ice. His hood remained on his head but was not drawn down over his eyes for he had nothing to hide. His soft voice, elegant and regal, was almost as if a trumpet were blowing somewhere. Without looking up, Jeqon could have easily identified who spoke since he had heard the voice so many times before.

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Chapter 1: April 13

Enosh wrapped both his hands around his father’s, pressing them to his forehead, and wept. The others began to mourn, not holding back the tears of losing one that was so beloved. Only the two rulers, accustomed to seeing the passing of life, were solemnly silent. No tears formed to flow down their face. They knew Seth lived as long a life as one could expect.

Everyone’s face was somber except that of the stranger. He remained unchanged at the actual event of Seth’s passing; it was not of special significance to him. His focus was on the crowd, and he positioned himself away from the shadows to better observe them. A man left the room to inform those outside that Seth was now dead. Those gathered in the room composed themselves knowing that others waited outside to witness the passing of this great man. They gave their sympathy to the close family and filed out while others entered the room. All the people moved slowly in small groups of forty, each responding in his and her own way to the loss, and then giving assurance to Enosh that their allegiance was with him now that he would be governing them. 

The stranger continued watching the people: hoods removed as they entered and replaced as they left. Then he noticed the women who had caught his eye earlier. No longer carrying the child, she stopped in front of the family to pay her respects. Her unhooded hair was like a beautiful crowning flame.

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Chapter 1: April 12

“All of this persists even though it was not the way things were designed to be. It is as if a small stone began a voyage down to the bottom of the mountain with my parents’ first defiance, and now it is becoming a landslide. There will come a time -there must come a time when things will need to be set right. Evil can not and will not go unchecked. The vision my father and I received shows that.

“A time is coming when there will be strong trials for all people. They will have to stand firm or fall. We live in a time where keeping ourselves apart from others protected our hearts for the most part, but this age is ending. Even now sin is knocking at our door.” For a moment it seemed as if Seth’s gaze did not merely pass over the stranger, but lingered on him, meeting his eyes, and reading deep into his soul. The stranger flinched, and the moment passed. Seth’s eyes and speech continued on, “Be sure my brothers, my friends, to keep yourself in line with what is right and do not let sin become master over you.”

Seth leaned back against his pillows and closed his eyes. The crowd began whispering again. Suddenly, his closed eyes opened and traveled quickly around the room. After one sweep, he quietly addressed Enosh, Kenan, and Mahalalel. “There is one last warning I must give you before I leave... We are not the only intelligent creatures created... There are other beings… messengers, which were created, too. They were tasked with watching over mankind. But beware… not all of them do the work that they were gifted to do... Some of them are bent on evil. We all know the one who encouraged our parents in their sin…” Seth’s voice started to weaken, as if he could barely get enough air out to produce the words. Even more slowly and quietly, he said, “Be careful not to be deceived by those… They seek to ruin humanity. They come speaking with silver tongues, but in the end… in the end… they shall only bring destruction.” With this, Seth breathed his last.

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Chapter 1: April 11

“Yes, I remember father,” Enosh said impatiently. “You have told me since I was bounced on your knee that the earth will be judged. I learned all Adam’s prophecies from the time I could first speak. But even you admit the people of Siriad are still a good people. God will spare those faithful to Him. Do not worry yourself with this. These things won’t happen in our lifetimes.”

“I don’t know when they will be my son,” Seth reprimanded him gently, “but I know they will come. Not so many will be saved as you expect. I saw it all.”

At this, the people in the crowd began to whisper to each other. The robed figure observed the crowd in front of him, noting the panic on their faces and the anxiety of their speech. His own face was expressionless as he continued to witness the events that were unfolding in the room.

Seth interrupted, leaning forward from his pillows to quiet them with the urgency in his voice, “Please, listen. I have more to say and not much time.” He took a few deep breaths as if the exertion of getting their attention was almost too much for his dying lungs and then continued,  “We all know things have changed and continue changing for the worse. The okale in the wild lands turned to bloodlust quickly and other creatures have followed this violent path. Men are fighting amongst each other for sport. You all know what happened when Cain allowed sin to master him. It became the death of a brother I never knew.” At this, those present either shook their heads in sorrow or nodded in agreement.

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Chapter 1: April 10

 “Sometimes men are told when it is their time to pass.” Seth replied, simply. He paused again to collect his thoughts. “When I woke up this morning, I knew that it would be my last awakening. It was if the Almighty Himself spoke and told me of the things to come. This revelation allowed me to glimpse the toils of the future, but also the things my father had told of the past were confirmed.” 

Seth looked out into the small gathering that was present to make sure all were listening carefully, and then he focused on those closest to his bed before continuing.

“There was a time,” Seth said with certainty, “when everything in the world lived in peace. This was before the Fall… before darkness entered the hearts and minds of men. Since that time, things have been diminishing into greater decay. Here in Siriad, my father taught us to follow the ways of the God who created us. Although we have had our tribulations, the world beyond our territory has been getting worse even more quickly than it has here. We have all heard of or dealt with the raiders of Nod, but other cities have fallen into vanities and lusts. They believe they are following the rules of sacrifice, but it is a mere ritual. They are not performing their duty with their hearts.” Seth eyes bled sorrow for the errors of his distant relatives. Then they closed, and he seemed to sleep. After a brief silence, he opened his eyes and continued, “It will grow worse until the time when the Almighty brings His wrath upon this earth.”

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Chapter 1: April 9

Kenan, with the blush still on his cheeks, nodded his head and replied, “I shall.”

Seth then looked beyond Kenan. Unlike the others surrounding the bed, his features showed no signs of age. His blue eyes showed slight sorrow, but still twinkled with the passion and persistence of youth. His firm skin stretched over his face in an even medium brown tone. Chocolate brown hair covered his head and firm jaw.

“Mahalalel, you have grown into a strong man. You have been a great help in keeping our people safe from the dangers that lurk outside these walls. Continue in this so that our people can live in peace and not fear.” At this, Seth’s face turned from one of gentleness to one that was deeply troubled.

Surprised, Mahalalel quickly questioned him, “Do you think this task will be too great for me grandfather? Are you worried that I will fail to do as you have asked?”

“No, no, Mahalalel it is not that,” Seth reassured him. “It is a vision that I had as I slept last night… a vision that my father told me he had received as well.”

“You mean the Vision of Judgment?” Enosh asked, slightly alarmed.

“Yes,” Seth nodded. “For the past few days, I felt my time on this earth growing to a close. I knew my father received an important vision before he left. That is the reason why I summoned as many to my presence as I could.”

“But father,” Enosh interjected, “you were fine a few days ago. I would not have guessed until this last hour you would be leaving us.”

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Chapter 1: April 8

Both men smiled sadly and gave a slight dip of their heads in agreement as Seth continued. “You have helped in governing the other two great cities of Siriad, and now, I ask that you would help my son Enosh in this responsibility. You were chosen by my father to lead because you are men who revere the ways of the Almighty and have not run to other lands in search of greatness. Although your grandfather was taken before his time, you have remained humble and have ruled justly. Please, help my son to do the same. Keep our cities in counsel together and continue to follow the ways of righteousness.”

The two men again nodded. Amos, the elder, replied, “We shall do all that is in our power to help your son as long as we have breath in our nostrils.”

Seth smiled, knowing he could trust his nephews with this duty. Then, he returned his gaze to the man kneeling next to Enosh. His chocolate brown hair retained its color, but his beard was losing the battle to grey. His beige skin showed only a few signs of aging with a wrinkle here and there, but energy still vibrated from his mournful light green eyes. Behind them was a man who saw the traditions as pillars of life and upheld them without complaining.

“Kenan, my grandson, help your father and learn from him. You have been given the ability to organize efficiently. Use it to make sure that the city is run resourcefully and the people are able to have the things they need. You also are good at designing and constructing things. Thank you for planning the layout for the expanded city, as well as overseeing the crafting of the roads and the walls.” Kenan began to blush at the praise. “Continue to use these gifts in service to your people and as a service to the Almighty.”

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Chapter 1: April 7

Enosh smiled a bittersweet smile. He clenched Seth’s hand, trying to hold on to the life of the one he loved and knowing he could not. Seth held his son’s hand, but the strength in him was slowly failing. Enosh sat in silent thought while Seth spoke to the others in the room, impressing on them the importance of obedience to the ways of their God. Enosh tried to focus on the words his father spoke, wanting to keep them with him as an internal monument to his father and grandfather, but the sorrow flooding his mind threatened to build thoughts of self-pity and anger in place of the memorial. Reaching back into the depths of his mind he recalled the firm teachings he father imparted to him when he was younger, “You must control your emotions so you do not fall into the same sin as your uncle Cain.” The remembered warning helped him recompose his feelings and focus his mind.

Seth looked toward the two men who sat in the chairs. One of them had tight curls in his grey hair that never relaxed with age and feisty blue eyes. The other’s grey hair was so straight, and his matching grey eyes so solemn no one would suspect the two were brothers. “My dear brothers, Amos… Endor, I am thankful that, although I am about to pass from this life, you are able to be here with me... I do not think it is a coincidence this happened on the day after our annual meeting. I believe you were meant to be here so I might be comforted by your presence.”

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Chapter 1: April 6

He looked again at the man holding his hand and spoke slowly in a hoarse but firm voice, “Enosh my dear son, you have grown into a fine man, listening and observing all that I have shown you.” He paused a few moments to take some labored breaths. “You are my first born, and have helped me in leading our brothers and sisters in a manner that is just and fair.” He paused again. “My time on this earth is growing short, and it is to you, Enosh, that I leave the responsibility of governing the people of Padooth.” 

Enosh glanced downward and then looked at the old man. He shook his head as he replied, “Father, I am not sure that I can bear such a burden as leading these people properly.”

His father smiled and stroked the side of his son’s cheek with the back of his right hand. “Do not be afraid my son. I felt the same way when my father, Adam, passed this office to me. Therefore, I shall give you the same advice that was given to me by your grandfather. I can remember the words as if it were only an hour ago. He said, ‘Seth, my child, do not rely on your own strength or your own wisdom, but rely upon the wisdom of the Almighty Almighty and follow his ways.’ … So, my child, make sure you follow His ways and listen to His wisdom. Keep Him close to your heart. Don’t trust in yourself because your might and understanding are but a grain of sand on the beaches of God’s wisdom and power.” Seth smiled with a twinkle in his eye, leaned toward Enosh’s ear while pulling him closer, and said in a whisper, “Of course, my father also said, ‘this is all easier said than done’.”

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Chapter 1: April 5

The robed traveler moved to the rear of the crowd and concealed himself in the few shadows that existed in the candlelit room. Although the others knelt in the presence of the old man - as if he were a king, and they were his subjects - the robed figure stood, unconcerned about the protocol of these people. He quickly scanned the crowd as if he were making sure no one took notice of him. Three men were on their knees near the aged man’s right side. The two men in the chairs were at his left side, but they stared forward as if conforming to unspoken etiquette.

Unlike the others in the room who wore their robes with the hood politely removed from their heads, the men kneeling next to the bed had on only knee-length white tunics with a pale, beige, woven belt at the waist. The one closest to the head of the bed had hair that was once medium-brown, but was now threatening to become solid grey. This man was holding the old man’s right hand tenderly. His kind but sad, hazel eyes, completely grey beard, and the few wrinkles around his eyes portrayed kindness and generosity to all who beheld his face.

The dying man looked first at those who encircled the bed, and then he looked up toward the Heavens and closed his eyes for a moment. The long hair on his head and face shifted, a silver-grey veil covering the shoulders of the modest tunic he wore. Time, hard work, and worry had worn away any appearance of youth, and the wrinkles on his tanned face looked as if they were carved out of stone. Opening his eyes, he looked deeply at everyone in the room but passed over the stranger. All who were present could tell that he had only a short time left on the earth.

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Chapter 1: April 4

It was not long until he came to the site at the base of the hill where the assembly was gathering. The group congregated around a villa located between the eastern side of the mountain and the river. Its structure was no different from the others around it, yet all the people upon arriving got down on their knees in homage. They filled the street and most of the hillside in front of the abode’s entrance creating a half-circle of lights with the humble home in the center. The river flowed serenely behind the modest chalet. Everything about the scene evoked a touching tranquility.

The outsider wove through the clusters of people in the street and pressed his way into the courtyard. Then, instead of entering by the doorway packed with people, he made his way to one of the walls, pressed against it, and stepped through it as effortlessly as the one in the alley.

He found himself in a large room filled with people. Inside the tidy, clean room, the walls were a glistening white, and the only furniture was a simply constructed bed with a feather mattress and two plain, low-backed chairs. Any other objects the room originally might have contained were removed to make space for more people. The three small windows on the outside wall had translucent cloth screens rolled to the top and tied open with cords instead of hanging closed as they usually would at night. Everyone in the room kneeled except for two older men sitting in the chairs and a third older man reclining on the bed. The resting man had his back propped up on four white feather pillows stacked between him and the wall. Even in his weakness and ill-health there was a certain aura of strength flowing through him.

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Chapter 1: April 3

After a short pause, an aged voice could be heard responding, “We are all cursed because of our parents, Adam and Eve. They brought death into this world, and nothing is going to change that.” A sigh escaped his lips before he continued, “You say we don’t deserve our fate, but we have all at one point made the same choice… the choice to do what is wrong in place of what is right.” There was another pause as the elder caught his breath from the strain of walking and talking. “Come, let us go and pay our respects to him in peace instead of lingering around murmuring about things we cannot change.”

As this conversation faded into many others, the passageway containing the robed outsider ended abruptly with a wall, but this did not alter the traveler’s pace. He continued toward the barrier and passed through it as though it did not exist. Only when he was on the other side of the wall and in the midst of the crowd again did he pause when his eye caught sight of a young woman with curly, reddish-brown hair peeking out from her hood, coming toward him carrying a young child with identical hair on her hip. Sadness enhanced the beauty of her face, and her deep, emerald green eyes held him mesmerized until she passed him and was lost in the crowd. Composing himself and remembering his mission, he continued his march with the rest of the throng.

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Chapter 1: April 2

The thick robed figure watched for another minute at the people venturing into the blustery night, and then, he resumed his walk. Although he traveled along with the others, his movements were calm and sure without the agitated urgency of the crowd. People passed beside him without taking note of who he was – or that he walked alone. In the crowded streets, some brushed against his robe as they went by, but he did not seem to notice or care. He just continued walking in the same direction as everyone else, retaining his slow, deliberate pace.

Soon he came upon a clear river, which flowed quickly from the lake outside the southeastern wall and severed the western side of the city from the rest of it. As those who dared to risk the windy night came to the bridge of arched limestone, they slowed and bottlenecked onto it. At the bridge’s apex, the traveler could see many more people streaming toward the city’s center from the residential area. Homes and multi-family living spaces surrounded the hill on every side en mass. The streets began filling with an almost suffocating number of people, so the outsider ducked into an alley, which no one else seemed to be using. While he picked his way along the dark passage, he overheard those in the main street speaking in muted tones among themselves.

“It pierces my heart to know that his life is coming to a close.”

“Yes, I know, and to think that this is the fate of man.”

“Why should all men have to suffer this judgment? We should not be held accountable for a mistake made by our forefather!”

“Especially not him. He has led us in good faith. He always made sure everyone was cared for and that justice was not neglected.”

“He is a very good man.”

“This should not be happening to him.”

“He has done no wrong, and who knows what kind of leader his son will be.”

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Chapter 1: April 1

The mists fell as day morphed into the evening, and the full array of the Heavens came into view. A strong, cool wind began to snake its way rapidly through the avenues and down the narrow alleyways. The torches on the posts lining the streets flickered under its influence, barely staying lit during the stronger gusts.

A tall figure clothed in thick, flowing, white robes with a hood that concealed his eyes materialized from the shadows of the western gate. His face was smooth and youthful, his figure sleek and fit. He paused after stepping into the light of a torch positioned at the entrance gate and looked toward the great hill that was the central point of the city. Along the side of the mount were small lights moving as if giant fireflies were positioning themselves on its western face.

The robed figure began to walk down the boulevard that would take him to the heart of the city encircling the hill. He lingered as others dressed in thin, flaxen, greyish robes came out of a limestone building on the right. One of them carried a small lamp in her hand. As they stepped into the lane, an especially strong burst of wind rushed down the street, blowing the door shut, causing the lantern to swing precariously, and whipping their clothes frantically around their delicate bodies. He watched as one of the men grabbed the hood of a small boy’s robe and pulled it closer around his head. Then, looking at the woman next to him, the man spoke, “It seems there is a strong wind tonight. Be sure to shield the lamp so it doesn’t go out.”

  The woman nodded. Her pale hand planted blonde hair behind her ears as if commanding it to stay put, and she pulled her hood tighter to reinforce the order. The man adjusted his own cloak, and the group headed swiftly to the center of the city and the glowing hillside. Here and there, other doors opened and more people filed into the streets. All wore similar attire and each group had at least one person in it that nursed a lamp’s flame. They all streamed like a human river toward the mount at the heart of the city.

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