BENE-HA-ELOHIM (THE CHILDREN OF GOD) An Elena Duran-Corazon Negro Story 4/15 by Julio Cesar divad72@prodigy.net.mx "All the sons of men shall not perish in consequence of every secret, by which the Watchers have destroyed, and which they have taught, their offspring. All the earth has been corrupted by the effects of the teaching of Azazyel. To him therefore ascribe the whole crime." Book of Enoch 10: 11,12 Island of Nod Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean March 20, 2013 The rite was performed and witnessed mostly by former Watchers. It was not for the squeamish, not for the weak of heart. As every rite performed to glorified Lilitu, it was about sacrifice and pain-a fitting reflection of their dark Mother. The participants had gathered naked within the meeting place. As always, the way there was riffed with thorns, brambles and briars. Many participants had hurled themselves into the heaviest snarls, gleefully rending their flesh, as they pulled free. As such, each of them was covered in his own blood, his flesh was singing with pain as they entered the clearing. To one end of the expanse awaited a large bonfire, burning like a gate from Hell. Directly opposite this lay a pool of dark water, frozen to a thin sheen. Once the observers were in place, the officiants arrived, each carrying a flagellum. After a brief exchange of embraces and kisses, they begin slowly to arouse each other with kisses and caresses of the most intimate kind. As passion began to build, both officiants employed briars and flowers in their mating dance. Soon thereafter, the flagella were employed as well. When both officiants were glistering with sweat and blood, the two exchanged a last kiss. The priestess then immersed herself in the icy black water of the pool, and the priest passed fully through the flames of the bonfire. It was said that when the two officiants subjected themselves to these tortures, the pain sent their souls aloft into the Dream, allowing Lilitu to manifest herself within the waiting bodies. Suddenly, as an answer to their prays, Lilitu's voice sounded for a far away land. "Who are you that stand here in my name?" The Watchers stood silent for a moment, forgetting their great deal of clamor. Never in the past had Lilitu manifested before. Then, after the first initial moment of surprise, exchanging gazes, they replied as one voice. "We are the children of Lilitu, who have tasted of her heart's blood and eaten of the sacred fruits!" The unseen voice turned to a laugh. "Bring my offerings!" she commanded. Into the clearing came seven maidens totally naked, each of them beautiful, gleaming and unscathed in the moonlight. Next the captives were brought forth-seven of them number, each one representing one on the members of the Ancient Gathering and wearing a stylized mask that embodied his or her designated role. Totally doped, these surrogates moved into the arena and stood aloof, awaiting their next instructions. The former Watchers raised their arms to the moon. "Behold, Lilitu, you are the one who have starved us through millennia! Behold the children of she who never has denied us! Behold the children of she who never has cursed us! Come forth, her children! Lay waste to this garden and defile the brood of the Dark Mother!" At this point, the seven representations of the Ancient Gathering were commanded into a wild frenzy and set themselves upon the beautiful maidens before them. The following slaughter was both poetic and horrific. In their drug-induced manias, the surrogates leaped upon their prey like hyenas, ripping away the tender parts with swords, then setting to work with teeth and nails. The former Watchers at the edge of the circle watched hungrily as the blood spilled. Their strength heightened by the drugs, the surrogates ripped the maidens limb from limb, satiating themselves on the blood and bowels. Then they lifted torches from the fire and ignited the surrounding bushes. Suddenly, all motion ceased as Lilitu's voice returned once more. "The blood of the Headless Children cries out in pain! The blood of my Headless Children cries out to me in death! The blood of the Watchers cries out to me for revenge! Be gone, Ancient Gathering! Your damnation I declare! You dared to rise up against my will? You dared to violate our holy rule? Then feast on my wrath, and feast well. For as you have had my heart, so I shall have yours! Rise, rise Watchers, rise up! Let your living blood flow into these thorns and briars! Rise my children, and take your revenge! Scatter the Ancient Gathering's flesh to the ends of the earth!" "Give us their names!" the former Watchers implored. "Kill them all! I want them dead all around the world! And don't forget Myrddin! The wizard who lives beneath Glastonbury!" "All hail Lilitu! All hail Lilitu!" they answered at unison. Once Lilitu's words were spoken, drummers at the edge of the circle begin to play. The dismembered maiden lay in the middle. As blood spilled, the drummers reached frenzy. Anyone who had remained aloof until this point now joined in. Many copulated madly in the circle, warming their chilled limbs with fresh blood and body heat. The officiants lead the revel, taking as many partners as they could reach. As the drummers tired, the frenzy slowed to a pulse, then faded into silence. When the last surrogate ejaculated, the music stopped. One by one, the former Watchers went among the surrogates. As they reached each one, they ripped out their hearts and spleen, ate them and consigned the masks to the fire. Every one touched each face, then turned their backs, walked away from each other, passed near the fire and disappeared into the shadows. The flames were extinguished and the clearing went dark once more. The former Watchers knew what to do. Nothing else mattered. ========================================== BENE HA ELOHIM "These are the names of the angels who watch. Uriel, one of the holy angels, who presides over clamor and terror. Raphael, one of the holy angels, who presides over the spirits of men. Raguel, one of the holy angels, who inflicts punishment on the world and the luminaries. Michael, one of the holy angels, who, presiding over human virtue, commands the nations. Sarakiel, one of the holy angels, who presides over the spirits of the children of men that transgress. Gabriel, one of the holy angels, who presides over Ikisat, over paradise, and over the cherubim." Book of Enoch 20: 1,8 Great Desert of Australia March 21, 2013 After the carnage of all living things inside the farm, Lilitu was pondering, a satisfied grin on her features. The bodies lay around her like silent witnesses of her power, her strength, and her wit. This farm made the sixth in the night, and she was in a good frame of mind. As usual when she killed, she had eaten all the hearts, human and animal alike. She raised her face toward the sky, watching the black curtain above her. Grinning, she remembered the time long gone, when she first tasted the fruit of the Quickening, when she felt the seeds of life and knowledge burning within her. That night, she had sworn that she wouldn't turn back her spirit to such greatness, ever. So many eons had passed since the first time she had tasted the flesh of the kill, since she had felt the tang of the blood and the crunch of the bones. That night, she had sworn that she would not die. When first she had tasted her own blood and felt the surge and the stir of her own life on her lips, she had sworn that night to love herself above all. When first she had tasted the light of the moon, felt its glow and its wild tenderness, she had sworn that night to walk forever under the darkness. When first she had tasted the love of a God, felt the tearing raise, the songs of fire; she had sworn that night to cherish the flesh and to return someday with wonders. She smiled confidently. Those moments would always remain her own. And whatever may transpire, no God nor man would take them away from her. Thirteen millennia ago she had sworn that for herself and her Immortality. She closed her eyes. It was time to visit her beloved former son. It was the right moment for her to call upon Zarach Bal-Tagh. ======== ZARACH BAL-TAGH, THE SON OF THE ENDLESS NIGHT "The spirits of the giants shall be Nephilim, which shall oppress, corrupt, fall, content, and bruise upon earth. They shall cause lamentation. No food shall they eat; and they shall be thirsty; they shall be concealed, and shall not rise up against the sons of men, and against women; for they come forth during the days of slaughter and destruction." Book of Enoch 15: 11,12 Natufiense Period 10,000 BCE City of Tell Halula, on the shores of the Euphrates River The Glacial Age was long gone and the planet became something more hospitable by her occupying forces. The wild cereals and the legumes extended along the semiarid zone of Euphrates' valley, and for the animal called 'man' everything was prosperity. They found that it was better for them to stop their struggle against the plants and the animals, and domesticate them instead. Along the shores of the Euphrates, three different things came together: the wilderness was filled with gazelles; the mountains were inhabited by groups of goats; and the river's course ran free, and its water was kind. And when a place is surrounded by such richness, the marvelous happens. An ancient civilization was born. And the small city was called Tell Halula. The city was almost eight hectares wide with abundant food for all her inhabitants. Outside the city limits and near the river's shores, small vegetable gardens were cultivated, and the wheat, the barley, the broad bean and the pea grew together, along with the hallucinatory crops designated for the mystical visions of the city's rulers. And when the food is plenty, the baby boom always came. The houses were rectangular as in any harvest society, instead of the circular ones from the hunters. In Tell Halula three hundred souls were living. And within them, seven Immortals ruled the Ancient Gathering. It was the first night of the full moon, as always, when inside a small stoned house near the city's limits, two ancient and powerful Immortals gathered together. Inside the house, only a tiny bonfire flickered while a cold breeze rustled through the dimly lit chamber. Huge black shadows, reflections of grotesque stone idols dispersed throughout the room, danced from corner to corner in the sandstone ramparts. An aged buffalo skin covered with pictographs of a mammoth hunt served as a bed across the sand floor. The drawings ended at the base of a narrow raised table, stone-constructed, in the center of the hideaway. The Immortals were standing side by side, with their hands gripping the stoned bench, stared each other gaze. Their eyes burned with fires that matched that of the beacon. The male stood six feet tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He wore a lion skin above his loincloth and a pair of booths of the same animal's skin. His hair reached his waist and was blond as the sun. His face was lean and drawn, and his strange two-colored eyes were focused on the woman in front of him. Blue and mystic symbols, drawn his cheeks and forehead, emphasized that he was no ordinary man, or even an ordinary Immortal. He was Tubal-Khain, Lilitu's adopted son, and one of the greatest hunters ever to walk the face of the Earth. The woman at his side was in the same way remarkable. Dressed in thin skinned-garments that fully displayed her ample charms, she wasn't as tall as Tubal-Khain, but she had long, flowing red-hair, the color of the bloody moon. Full-breasted, with narrow waist and wipe hips, and a patron of intricate drawn delineated both of her arms, showing that she was a witch. But still, she was considered by many to be the most gorgeous woman in Tell Halula. Her wide green-eyes, knowing smile, and lush lips offered evidence that her Immortality state had just increased the passions within her. She was Lilitu, former princess of Nod, the Waste Lands. "I've been backing you for... I don't know... maybe as long as two hundred summers, Mother," Tubal-Khain declared with pain and sorrow in his voice. "But what you are suggesting right now, is too much... Even for me... Many times nowadays I've been thinking that perhaps I just lost my confidence in all this... In us... In you." Lilitu smiled sardonically. "My son, if I remember well, those were the centuries when I intervened," she murmured with her melodic and viper voice, "offering you the necessary courage to continue, keeping the torment of your dark secret inside you. As lovers should do." Tubal-Khain laughed bitterly. "Don't flatter yourself, Mother," he answered resentfully stepping away from the stone table. "The part of faithful and authentic beloved does not suit you well. You pushed me forward not from love, but due to an all-consuming passion. Your motivation came from your own desire to known my secret. You wish to be the only One Immortal on this Earth." Lilitu chuckled with a little smile on her face. "Why so cynical, my son? I don't remember you pushing me away on the occasions that I taught you what we were, when I told and showed you our true nature. Do you remember the way you were before I found you? You were such a naive. You used to think that you were the only one in the world with our rare condition. And later, when you made your discovery, well... You became even an eager student." "As you instructed many others," replied Tubal-Khain. "Your lovers are legions, mortal or Immortals the same, that doesn't matter to you, Mother. Perhaps if I was not sure of your origins, I would suspect that you are indeed some kind of evil spirit too, as many of the mortals in this city say." Lilitu's green eyes narrowed, and she peered around the room as if she searched for spies, trying to feel others like her around. "Only to you, my beloved son, would I reveal the truth about my feelings. For despite your accusations, I do love you. We were Mother and Son, and we were lovers too. The bonds involving us cannot be sundered. You are the only one I can trust." "The same way I trusted you with the secret of my discovery," Tubal-Khain said seriously. "If the others find out your plans, we will both suffer our last death, now that we know that indeed we can die. If the Gathering heard that a long time ago I decapitated another of our kind and the consequences for such an act, I'll be dammed. My fate is in your hands. As you said, our destinies are trapped together. You can trust me with any secret, no matter how forbidden." Lilitu approached him slowly. "I've been waiting so long. But not anymore. We need to be the only Ones that remain on this earth," she whispered smiling. "Free of the others forever. I was once the princess of the world, I cannot serve or share with another-except for you, of course," she smiled. "We must kill them all." "But you plot to murderer all our brothers?" Tubal-Khain alleged, astonished. "That's impossible! Once we begin the carnage all the other Immortals will join against us." "Wrong," Lilitu interrupted him once more. "They are not our brothers anymore. If we kill them one by one, they won't know." Tubal-Khain looked at her in amazement. "But the people here in this city, they consider all of us all almost divine..." "Even Gods can be destroyed, as you have proven," Lilitu remarked with her lips curling in a satisfied smirk. "Tell me, do you feel stronger than before, after you took Abel's head?" Her gaze flew toward the ceiling. "Never mind, soon I will taste those waters too." "How do you intend to achieve your plans?" Tubal-Khain questioned her with worried voice. "My new Immortal lover, the great Yenkril, will be my first," the beauty answered with satisfaction in her face, enjoying right now the future moment. "Impossible!" Tubal-Khain said horrified. "Yenkril is not brainless." "Yenkril venerates his common sense, but he yearn for me. And his fever is stronger than his than faith, and that his intelligence, my beloved son. Passion obliterates reason. Yenkril trusts me, so, he belongs to me." Slowly and sensually, Lilitu ran her hands up beneath her breast, cupping them in her palms. Her eyes blazed. "Tonight I will kill him; I'll take his head, and with it, his life's power. And the blame will fall on Aylon. He will be punished. Not me." "But Aylon is Yenkril's adopted son!" Tubal-Khain replied horrified. "If indeed you could kill Yenkril, the others will choose Aylon as his legitimate successor inside the Gathering. He will be the one with the Power among us, and his word will be law among the mortals." "I don't care," Lilitu responded laughing. "Knowing Aylon, he will be so overwhelmed with pain and suffering after his father's death, that he will flee forever from this territory. Power means nothing to such an inexperienced idealist. It doesn't matter." "You are insane," Tubal-Khain wondered. "Gloriously mad. Yet while I question the methods you employ, I understand your feelings of bondage perfectly. No one ever demanded anything for me, as surely your husband demanded for you." Lilitu's gaze turned gray. "Oh, yes, my first husband, that bastard Adam!" The beauty took a while and later spoke. "Remember always what I tell you tonight," Lilitu commented at last. "Find pawns to manipulate and remain in the background, out of sight, always. Let the others take the risk and suffer the consequences if they fail." "You are the consummate plotter," Tubal-Khain said admiringly to his Mother. Lilitu pressed close to him and caressed Tubal-Khain's blond hair. "You are the only one who means anything to me, my Son. Aid me in my plans. Join me and help us to be the Only Ones. Together we can rule the world." FLASH! For the first time in three hundred years, the Ancient Gathering was worried. Lilitu had dared to do the unthinkable. It was an event so aberrant, that the seven Immortals who ruled in Tell Halula became afraid. She had decapitated Yenkril, Aylon's stepfather, the supreme ruler of the Ancient Gathering. But even most astonishing had been the event following, the moment in which Yenkril's life force had abandoned his body in the form of blue rays, just to fly and get lost inside Lilitu's being. "Lilitu's name will be cursed forever," young Aylon spoke from his place at the head of the Ancient Gathering. The seven Immortals in Tell Halula had gotten together in their main house, deciding the coming future in their way of life. All of them had their faces painted, as they used to color them every twenty-eight days, with the full moon. "Now we know what happens when one of us takes the head of one of our brothers. It's an abomination," he declared. Inside the circle formed by the Immortals, a crestfallen Tubal-Khain was awaiting his fate. Now he understood very well that his protector had betrayed him, and he remembered his Mother's words: Find pawns to manipulate and remain in the background, out of sight, always. Let the others take the risk and suffer the consequences if they fail, she had said. And she had followed her own advice. Lilitu had abandoned the city after receiving Yenkril's life force, leaving her son alone to suffer the penalty of her infamy. Small torches burned as ancient eyes on the stoned walls. Naema, a beauty with dark skin, and a former lover of Lilitu, was the first to address Tubal-Khain. "You knew her plans, and you didn't warn us against her. Now Yenkril is dead. Perhaps you should suffer his same fate." A hushed whisper rose from the mouth of all Immortals inside the room. Tubal-Khain said nothing. He knew that defending himself would only make things worse. Aylon raised his gaze toward his brothers. "No, if we do that, then we won't be any different from Lilitu. As you can see, it only requires one of us to start a carnage which may never end." He paused. "We can't live together anymore. We must go and separate our ways," he finally declared. The silence came over the Ancient Gathering. All the Immortals present knew that Aylon's words were true. They had to separate forever. The dark-skinned Naema spoke once more. "If Lilitu spreads the word about what she has done, no Immortal on Earth will be safe. Sooner or later everybody will desire the power inside each other, until only just one of us remains." Aylon took a deep breath before he spoke again. "Nothing can stop that now. We should all leave immediately and abandon this city, never to return. The mortal men will have to find their destiny without us." Naema raised her furious gaze and nailed Tubal-Khain with her black eyes. "What about him?" she asked the Gathering. Aylon got up from his wooden chair and walked toward the exit. All the eyes in the room were watching his back. Before he reached the exit, Aylon turned around and pointed toward Tubal-Khain. "Your Immortal Mother will try to kill us all. She intends to get stronger by taking our life force into hers. Now I understand clearly the meaning of her name. 'She belongs to the Night'." He paused. "For what you have done, your name won't be Tubal-Khain anymore. Future generations will know you as the 'Son of the Endless Night'-Zarach Bal-Tagh." Aylon stepped back toward Zarach. "And wherever you go, your Mother's curse will follow you, because not even you will be safe from all the others who will hunt your head. Your future brothers will be named Lilim, and all of them will listen to Lilitu, and she will convince everybody under her shadow to take as many heads as they can, until the time comes when all of us will reunite as a Gathering once more. You will live knowing that you helped start the slaughter to come."