Noah Primeval (Chronicles of the Nephilim) (14 page)

Salah explained
how his tribe had learned that it was useful for many tasks, including creating long-burning torches and for waterproofing boats and homes.

Noah could not believe his ears. This was an answer to one of the problems with his calling. The directions for the
tebah, the box, had included covering it inside and out with “pitch.” Now he understood what that was.

Salah gave them some small pouches with the pitch sealed in them. “You may be able to use them some day to find your way in a dark place.”

Noah and Uriel tucked their gifts away and bid their host a restful night. They retired to their chambers and entered the deepest sleep they had experienced in weeks.

The Gibborim came at night. They did not even bother to use stealth. The ground rumbled, announcing their approach. It was sooner than Salah had anticipated. He was not as prepared as he hoped to be, but they would make the best of it. They were three hundred battle-seasoned warriors against five demonic Nephilim. Could it really be that impossible?

The Nephilim began their assault by catapulting huge boulders at the embedded fortresses. Three of the demonic soldiers held their shields up as cover while the other two jettisoned the large stones into the rock walls
, using a sling made from the thick hides of elephants. Within a day, the outward structures crumbled to piles of rubble. Many of the interior chambers collapsed from the pounding force. The women and children moved further back into the tunnels for protection. The men prepared to fight these gigantic hellions in hand-to-hand combat.

The Thamud had
dromedaries for their cavalry. Though camels looked clumsy compared to a horse, they were actually quite fast animals, able to run up to fifteen leagues in an hour in a sprint. They were not afraid of battle. The Thamud gave them light leather armor that kept them agile in a strike force. They could literally run circles around the Nephilim to tire them out. It became like a game of tag for them. The limber sprinting dromedaries dodged the lunging, clumsy monsters. The Nephilim would sometimes fall on their faces in the dust. Salah’s soldiers laughed at them, ensconced in the stone bulwarks.

The harassing campaign
did not last long.

T
he Nephilim figured out the patterns of the camel-bound warriors and began capturing them and crushing them. The remaining cavalry retreated to the fortress and readied themselves for the next attack.

Salah’s forces kept up the harassment and held the Nephilim at bay for days. But the end was unavoidable. Cavalry, arrows, maces or spears could not stop the Nephilim. They eventually wore down the defenses and pushed the Thamud back into the underground shafts
, burrowed over generations. The Gibborim were smart enough not to allow themselves to be separated, where they could become victims of overwhelming odds if lured down various cut-off corridors. But it was here that they also made their mistake.

The Nephilim had wounds, but they were used to such minor inconveniences
. They decimated Salah’s men step by step. A mere forty humans were left, and they were in their final throes. The Naphil leader saw that Noah had not gotten out in time. The fleeing pair had stayed to fight with their desert allies in the hopes of stopping their pursuers. The Chosen human and his irritant archangel were finally cornered with the Thamud in a last stand cavern carved out of the desert rock. They stood in the center of the contingent guarding them with their lives, lives that would soon be extinguished.

Salah’s captain
noticed that there were only four Nephilim. Had they separated after all? It struck him immediately. They must have sent a scout to find the tunnel exit. He screamed at the top of his lungs, “THE EXIT! GET NOAH OUT!”

I
t was too late. The fifth Naphil came through the cave exit, dragging the corpses of guards he had mutilated. He bit off one of their heads and screamed the war cry of the Gibborim. The men were trapped. There was no escape. They would have to fight to the last man and pray their deaths would be quick and without torture.

This close to the source,
the lead Naphil could smell Noah’s scent. It attacked and split the human unit in half, grabbing Noah and Uriel within mere seconds. The leader pulled back the stinking cloak.

I
t was not Noah or Uriel, but in fact Salah and his Captain wearing the prey’s clothes. The Naphil screeched in anger. They had been deceived!

Salah
laughed triumphantly and yelled his command to his soldiers. They waited at the key brick buttresses. At the signal, they released their latches. A series of cascading collapses brought down the entire ceiling, caving in on their heads. Every last one of them, human and Naphil, were covered in a grave of rock and sand that no living thing could survive.

The Thamud had sacrificed themselves to stop the Nephilim.

Emzara learned the network of secret passageways below the temple district and city with the patient help and support of Alittum. It was a complex system, like a spider web, with intersecting hallways, and dead end tributaries. An uninformed traveler of the passages would get seriously lost without proper directions.

She thought of her beloved Noah and how he would be proud of her
, if he knew what she planned. She was nearing her child’s birth. She became more heartsick for her child at the thought of birthing him without his father present. She prayed to Elohim that her child would not be raised within this wicked culture of idolatry. Lugalanu’s statement about the child’s temple devotion haunted her. It would be a fate worse than death to see her son in the grip of these despicable false gods. If only her beloved knew she was still alive. The fact that the Gibborim had not returned was a good sign. At the least, it meant that Noah was still alive because they had not caught him. Or, by the grace of Elohim, could he have killed them? She wanted to figure out some way to let him know she was alive, but she felt it could distract him from his own survival. That was more important to her right now.

She had always believed he was the Chosen Seed, but she was also a dutiful wife and would give her true opinion only when
consulted. Her biggest influence in persuading Noah was in prayer. When Noah was blinded by his own stubbornness, she would ask Elohim to soften his heart. Elohim had a way of opening Noah’s eyes better than anyone else could. She did not believe that Elohim had abandoned them. She was sure he was planning something very significant to make his point. It would take something big to transform Noah to accomplish his calling. Elohim was like that. Meanwhile, she would focus on making the best of her own situation for the glory of her God.

One day
, Emzara asked Alittum how long it would take for guards to seek out a missing palace or temple slave. She couched it in the context of doing bookkeeping of staff numbers, but Alittum knew in that moment that Nindannum planned to help runaway slaves.

Alittum marvel
ed at this in her thoughts. So that was her intention! Help disgruntled slaves who sought their freedom to escape. It was shamefully egalitarian of Nindannum and proved her lack of royal blood and culture. What fool would risk her life to die in the howling desert, when the kingdom would care for their every need? The gods required minimal devotion, and for what higher purpose would the peasants live in the wild? Themselves? Alittum found it laughable. Uncivilized folk needed to be molded and shaped by the noble class to know their station in life, otherwise they degenerate into this kind of decadent thinking. Alittum now had the opportunity that none of her useless spells and enchantments against Nindannum seemed to be able to achieve. Or was this the actual fruit of her magic?

Alittum encouraged Emzara in her fondness toward slaves. One day
, Alittum “let out” the secret that she sometimes wished she could help slaves to freedom. Emzara took the bait and they quickly established an underground pathway to freedom. Emzara now trusted Alittum. But Alittum knew that she had to seal Emzara’s confidence by volunteering to be the first to deliver slaves through their new arrangement.

Emzara and Alittum carefully chose their first two beneficiaries. One, a male slave in the palace named Daduri
had been beaten mercilessly for incompetence. He had lost an eye and was in the infirmary, but had healed sufficiently to travel. The other was a twelve year old female named Humusi, recently captured and appointed to be a temple prostitute. She was so defiant that the priestesses left her alone, until she could have a session with Inanna that would set her straight. What Inanna did in those disciplinary sessions Alittum did not know, but the rumors were ugly.

On the planned day of escape, Lugalanu noticed that Alittum and Emzara were acting skittish. He wondered if they were hiding animosity toward each other. Overwhelmed with royal edicts and law court rulings, he lost his temper with Alittum over a petty administrative detail. He grounded her to her chambers. He would visit her later and make love to her. It was his way of affirming her while chastising her. Maybe he would even cut her and drink some of her blood, his ritual of identity with Anu. Of course he would envision Emzara in her place, but that would be of no consequence to Alittum. She was so needy and desperate for his love, that anything he gave her would be consumed like a crumb of food by a starving woman.

He pitied Alittum. She had no soul left to give any man, least of all him. But she was a good head maidservant, and she did satisfy his more debased fantasies involving idols, animals, or excrement
. Those practices usually destroyed other women, so he decided not to replace her as Chief Maidservant with Emzara just yet.

The two women prepared their scheme. Alittum decided she would follow through with their plans, because Lugalanu was so caught up with his business that he would not even consider talking to Alittum for another day. He would probably forget that he even sent her to her chambers. In fact, this would make her more able to disappear through the passageways. She would not be missed if she was serving out her punishment.

The women
did not anticipate Lugalanu’s sexual appetite.

W
hile Emzara administered the household services, Lugalanu snuck into Alittum’s chambers. Her chambermaid was alone in the room. Although the girl did not know exactly where Alittum was, a thorough beating released enough information for Lugalanu to realize something was deeply amiss.

Alittum had prepared Daduri and Hamusi with some foodstuffs and tools for their trek out in the wilderness, once they were outside the city limits. They had taken one of the tunnel routes that led to just outside the palace walls, but they had gotten lost. Once they found their way again, Alittum kissed them and bid them good luck. She wondered how she could ever actually believe in this kind of ludicrous rebellion. Nindannum must have been possessed by evil spirits to think this was goodness. Alittum considered consulting an exorcist when she returned.

S
he returned from her secret passage into her chamber A fuming Lugalanu greeted her. A beaten Daduri and Hamusi lay at his feet in shackles.

“Alittum, how could you?” said Lugalanu.
“What evil spirit has possessed you to do such a thing?”

The irony struck Alittum, making her flounder in her response. “My lord, I can explain. This is not what it appears to be.”

“You are not what you have appeared to be,” he spit out. “Is this what you have secretly pursued all these years? After all I have given you; my body, my soul, my trust,
this
is how you return my graces?”

“My lord,” she cried. She wanted to tell him all about her plan, all about Nindannum and how this was just an act to expose Nindannum for what she was.
It was too late.

He
pulled out his dagger. He was up close to her. He covered her mouth with his left hand, and slid his dagger in below her sternum and up into her heart.

She dropped to the floor, sputtering in pain, and angrier at her own stupidity than with anything he had done to her all those years.

It is just as well
, she thought.
I deserved it anyway
.

S
he slipped into oblivion.

Lugalanu found Emzara working on the dinner meal for the temple staff. He walked up to her with lifeless eyes. “Alittum is gone. After you birth your child, you shall be Chief Maidservant.” Emzara saw his blood soaked shirt and stood in shock as Lugalanu walked away.

Mount Hermon was located in the
northwest of the Fertile Crescent at the end of the Sirion mountain range. It was the area of Bashan, the “Place of the Serpent,” near the Jordan River. It was the cosmic mountain where the Sons of God, the Watchers, came down from heaven. On its southernmost base lay the mountain community of Kur, dedicated to Ereshkigal, goddess of the underworld. Her temple, a ziggurat platform, was embedded into the slope of the mountain, with little more than the front face visible to the public. The mighty giant kings, the Rephaim, had built the temple and city, leaving it an oversized architectural wonder that dwarfed the inhabitants and worshippers.

It was evening and torches lit the temple for a
display of glowing splendor in the midst of a pitch-black night. Priests blew long horns from within secret openings on the ziggurat to summon the people of the region for sacrifice. An unmistakable, deep reverberation penetrated to the very core of the soul and drew the people from leagues around. They came from all the outlying areas of Bashan to participate in the sacrifice. Entire extended families of multiple generations, carrying their torches, created a river of fires pouring into the temple complex. They camped in the nearby fields and gathered around the base of the temple for the liturgy.

Noah and Uriel
could remain anonymous in the masses of this large congregation. Noah had allotted the passage of two moons for the six of his company to eventually convene at this location. Because the Gibborim had all gone after Noah and Uriel, that pair had been delayed. It was already the third new moon. They looked for their comrades in the teeming throng, but they were nowhere to be found. Noah wondered if the men had made it, or if they had given up, or if they had been captured by the gods of the city to be flayed alive for treason. The look of this bestial mob did not bode well for any positive option.

They tied
up their camels inside the edge of the forest line near the temple, for their getaway.

They looked up at the sole stairway of brick that rose seventy cubits upward to the top temple chamber. On the chamber ledge sat a huge bronze statue of a seated Ereshkigal with her arms open to receive sacrifice. It loomed over a large fire pit called the
tophet
or “burning place.”

They could see the ridge just below the altar
, lined with a hundred parents and infants in their arms. They could also see the parents scratching the names of their children on the stone walls, to join the thousands that had accumulated over the years.

Uriel leaned in and whispered to Noah, “Inside the mountain temple is the entrance to the Seven Gates of Ganzir, the Gateway to Sheol.”

The long horns blew again, summoning a line of hairless shaven priests with small cylindrical drums just below the line of parents and children. They pounded the drums in unison creating the sound of an amplified beat that signaled the dance.

The crowd below began to
sway to the beat at first, and then slowly broke down into individual dancing, which further degenerated into erotic jerking spasms and snakelike body waves. It was as if their bodies had been taken over by another force.

It disgusted Noah.

Uriel reminded Noah to keep his look toward the temple mount. Otherwise they would be noticed. Noah found it difficult. He was as repulsed by the debauchery of the masses as he was by the depravity of their elite leaders. Noah and Uriel wore cloaks to cover their weapons and maintain anonymity, but glowering with a sour frown on one’s face surely drew attention to them.

O
n the temple mount, two priestesses with elongated skulls, exotic ornamented robes, and fully tattooed bodies approached the line of parents and children. In most cases, it was only one parent, a mother or father holding their infant, with an occasional pre-teen next to them. They were led up the small stairway to the temple mount.

A
figure came out of the shadows of the temple columns completely covered in a hooded robe. The figure stood on the ledge in full sight of the people. Two priestesses stood beside it and pulled off the cloak to reveal the high priestess. The crowd cheered. Unlike the other priests and priestesses, she maintained long, flowing hair with an ornate headdress indicating royalty. She wore no clothes, but covered her fully tattooed body with jewels, necklaces, bracelets, rings and piercings.

The high priestess walked over to the fire pit
. High, hot flames leapt out of it, licking the night air. The priestesses led the line of worshippers to the high priestess.

The first woman held her infant and began to cry. She reluctantly
placed the infant, not two years old, into the hands of the two priestesses. They gave the crying child to the high priestess. She turned to the flames and held the baby high over her head. The crowd below went silent.

Noah shivered.
It was eerie. The priestess controlled their very souls.

Her
booming voice echoed down the steps of the ziggurat. The acoustics magnified the sounds with a supernatural vitality.

“Ereshkigal, mighty goddess of the underworld, we call you forth!”

The crowd responded with chanting, “Ereshkigal! Ereshkigal! Ereshkigal!”

Noah
’s eyes stayed locked on the infant held high above the flames. The chanting made him sick to his stomach. A tide of hatred rose within him. He could not let this happen. He grabbed the hilt of his sword.

Uriel
stopped him. “We cannot stop this, Noah. Remember, these people are not forced. This idolatry is freely chosen.”

He was right
, of course. Mankind chose this. They chose to worship these gods and violate the natural order, the natural separation of things, the separation of heaven and earth. Ever since the murder of Abel by his brother Cain, the heart of man grew more and more desperately wicked and their sins grew more unspeakable. Noah’s tribe was among the few groups of true humanity that did not imbibe in such monstrosities.

Noah released his sword hilt.

He noticed a little girl, not yet seven years old, watching him with curiosity. She started at him with large eyes, while holding her father’s hand. The father and mother stared enthralled at the altar above them.

The crowd continued
the possessed chanting. “Ereshkigal! Ereshkigal! Ereshkigal!”

The surrendered infant
cried, but its tiny voice was drowned out by the bloodthirsty mob. Noah dreaded what was going to happen next: abominable sacrifice. He closed his eyes tight. He could not bear to watch the priestess cast the infant into the flames of the tophet. The roar of the mob swelled around him. He opened his tear-filled eyes, trying with all his might not to weep.

The line of parents began handing their offspring over one by one for the slaughter of the innocents. As the people below grew disinterested with the repetition, they became more focused on themselves, and their dancing soon turned into sporadic spontaneous orgies of sexual perversity.

The little girl caught Noah’s eye again. She stared at him as if she knew he did not belong here. He knew that she could see his eyes were not dry.

She smiled. He smiled back
, but he could not hold it for long. He knew that one day it might be her fate to be led up those stairs. This little child with all her life before her, all her hopes and dreams, would be snuffed out, her innocent life burned from her body.

The drone of the long horns signal
ed the next sequence of events. Everyone’s attention returned to the high platform. A young pre-teen girl had been brought to the high priestess by two deformed dwarves and placed on the hands of the large bronze statue. She was laid down and held in place at her head and feet by the two misshapen creatures.

Uriel leaned in
again toward Noah and whispered, “It comes.”

Seconds after he
spoke, a loud bellowing sound came from the fiery pit. A flock of bats scattered into the sky.

Out of the flames
rose a Watcher, a Shining One like Anu, but with leathery reptilian wings. It burst out of the pit and into the sky like a creature bursting out of water for air. It wore the horned headdress of deity on its elongated head, and like Inanna was androgynous in appearance, though female in dress.

Uriel
confided to Noah, “Ereshkigal, our target.”

The multitude around them
grew delirious with worship. Ereshkigal landed on the ground and hissed at the people below. They responded with cheers. Her wings spread out in glory as she stood over the virgin child with coldblooded focus. She bared her fangs and plunged them into the neck of the child to feast on her innocent blood.

Again the mob erupted with approval. Again, the long horns wailed.

Noah did not notice that the father had let go of the hand of the little girl watching him. The father and mother had become engrossed in worship. The girl drifted away from them toward Noah and Uriel.

But it was too late
for her to find them.

Noah and Uriel
made a hasty retreat. Their plan had been to corner Ereshkigal with distraction so Uriel could get close enough to bind the subterranean goddess. But none of their men were here. They might not get another chance like this for some time, because the goddess did not crawl out of her pit but once every new moon.

A figure stepped into their path and blocked them. Noah and Uriel poised to draw swords.

It was Methuselah, and he was angry.

“Your choice of location for hiding your camels was juvenile and pathetic. You might as well trumpet your presence to the goddess.” Noah and Uriel glanced at each other like rebuked children. Methuselah finished, “And you are very late. The
men are over there now.”

Noah and Uriel followed the disgruntled Methuselah back to their secreted camels in the bush.

They were greeted first by Tubal-cain. “It is good to see you alive, cousin. We wondered if the Gibborim had followed you, since we never saw them on our trail.”

They embraced. “It is a long story
,” Noah said.

Uriel smiled at the irony. They were stronger together than apart
, and he would never let them separate again.

Uriel
cut short their celebration, “It is only a matter of time before the Gibborim find us.”

Methuselah chimed in, “The sooner we bind this abomination in the depths of the earth, the better.”

“But how do we do it?” asked Tubal-cain.

“That has just become complicated,” said Noah. He explained the plan he and Uriel had
prepared, the need to catch the goddess unawares during sacrifice. They would have a long wait until the next moon, but there was nothing else they could do. She would not come out for another month. They certainly could not storm her gates with their paltry six-man hit squad.

Jubal and Jabal, ever the positive duo, spoke up. Jubal said, “But that will give us more time to plan and consider all
possibilities.” Jabal jumped in without hesitation, “Will we not need more time to find a crevice to cast her into the earth?”

“Yes,” said Methuselah, ever the pessimist. “We may need more time than we have. It is easier said than accomplished.”

“No,” interrupted Noah, “we cast her into Sheol.”

The men looked at Noah with surprise.

“She guards the gates of the Abyss to Sheol,” said Noah. “Let us kick her into that crevice and let it keep her.”

T
he men looked at each other, perplexed. They wondered if there was a single one of them that would support that death march.

Uriel did not calm their fears
. “We must be careful not to follow her in,” he said, “The dead who descend never return.”

“What of the living?” asked Tubal-cain.

Uriel sighed. His hesitation only made matters worse. “The shades of the dead would eat the living,” he answered, punctuating their doom, “eternally.”

A pall
fell over the group.

“Well,” countered Methuselah with dripping sarcasm, “if that
is not just the future I have sought for all these years, I do not know what is. Being eaten alive forever and ever.”

Jubal and Jabal gulped. Tubal-cain stared off into oblivion.

Noah would have none of it. All he wanted was revenge. He had lost everything and had nothing more to lose, except the one thing that held barely by a thread in his heart: faith. He spoke with the confidence of an archangel, “Well, then, let us avoid Sheol—and go trap ourselves a god. At least we have plenty of time to prepare.”

The men gathered their courage together.

The little girl Noah had seen in the crowd surprised them. She had wandered away from her parents and had followed Noah into the bush. She stood staring at them, as surprised as they were. She glanced fearfully behind her to see if she had been followed. She had not been.

Tubal-cain started to
pull his sword by impulse.

Noah stopped him. “I know this little one,” Noah said.

“She looks afraid,” said Methuselah.