NEPHILIM (Continued - Chapter 7)
Ayâl and Mâalâlâel
No person among you may eat blood.
Enoch was a man of his word. He had promised Abelard that he would ask to include him in some of his journeys and would keep his promise. In fact, he left to apply for such authorization.
Meanwhile, Abelard sat under a tree near the waterfall and stayed there meditating about the things he had been talking with Enoch.
Actually, Abelard was worried about his own motivation to be in that situation. Unusual matters and danger had always attracted him. He had always preferred fighting to retreating.
However, he did not know what would happen to him if he were caught. After waiting for hours, he decided to go for a walk in order to familiarize with the place. The changes were clear, but the place still was the same. Therefore, he took the same way back to where Enoch had met him. He carefully walked uphill from where he had seen the giant eating and drinking the bull’s blood earlier.
Recovered from his encounter and conversation with Enoch, Abelard thought about the things he had seen before. The scene of the Nephilim sucking the bull’s blood was barbarically fascinating. He could not help thinking that the monster was somehow beautiful. He had the virility, masculinity, and monstrosity that one can find in a man. At the same time, there was a weird and seductive beauty.
Were all of them like this one? He wondered. He also wanted to see how those beings behaved in their daily lives. After all, they were not only vampires; they had a bit of mystery, science, and magic.
When he approached the dead animal he saw that big vultures were devouring its carcass. The Nephilim had sucked its blood, eaten part of the meat, but had not finished it. The vultures enjoyed the slaughtering. New smells came with the eastern desert wind. A sweet and wild smell spread over the area. He heard a desperate feminine scream.
He ran to the place where he heard the screaming. It came from a grotto at the feet of
“There is someone out there,” said the young woman, pointing toward Abelard’s direction. The Nephilim looked around searching for the person who had dared to watch that moment of pleasure.
“I can’t see anyone,” said the Nephilim with a deep, powerful voice.
“How come you don’t see him? He is not tall, his hair is short and there is magic in his eyes, as if he had crystal eyes, and he is watching us,” – the young lady said.
Abelard did not understand. The young woman’s screams and cries were replaced by an attitude of total complicity with the Nephilim.
The screams started again. Then, Abelard realized that the woman was not a victim suffering abuse, but one who had willingly submitted herself to a creature who had taught her to choose pain over kindness and derive her pleasure from pain. Her pleasure would come from that brutality. Abelard suspected that some kind of magic potion had been given to the young woman. He could not believe that those things could happen in normal situations. Now the problem was to leave that place without being noticed. The giant stopped, looked around, and opened his nostrils.
“I can smell a different kind of blood. It is like the blood of someone who eats meat, not only plants, herbs and vegetables.”
Abelard had the jitters. He knew that it was impossible to escape from that place and from that beast.
The Nephilim ran toward Abelard and stopped one meter from him. Looking into Abelard’s eyes, the beast said, “It’s a mystery. I can smell fear, and I can hear the heart beats of a coward, but there’s nobody here.”
The pilgrim of the ages could not understand. The giant had almost collided into Abelard and had not seen him. While the warrior came back into the cave, Abelard walked backwards to the exit.
“There he is! Look!” - exclaimed the exhausted young lover.
“I can see his shadow moving,” said the giant, running wildly towards the citizen of the future.
Abelard ran toward the waterfall at the entrance of the grotto that formed the
“There is some magic here. I can smell blood; I can see the movement of agitated waters, but I can’t see anyone,” the Nephilim said. “I’ll go out and look for the stranger,” the young woman shouted while putting on her leather garment.
Abelard got out of the water, where he had been submerged, and ran to the river rapids that followed southeasterly. He was lucky because the masochist woman didn’t reach the cavern’s exit in time.
“There he goes! He runs like a son of Jared. He must be a cursed one.”
“I can’t see him! No, wait… I think I can see something like water in the form of a man. It looks transparent like the crystal palaces of the tales my parents used to tell me. They said that there were many palaces of crystal in the Heavens”.
Abelard ran, ran and ran.
“Come and meet the power of the son of Semjâzâ!” the Nephilim cried out.
Abelard would never accept the challenge. He ran until his heart burst. He was over two miles, in the south region of the Naphtali range.
Lying on the grass, he thought about those things. He was intrigued by the fact that the young woman had seen him while the Nephilim, in the cave mist, could see nothing but a kind of Jelly-Fish-Man, transparent and almost undetectable.
Abelard was also disturbed at other things. First, at the giant’s appearance: Although he was huge and ferocious like a monster, he was perfect in his forms. His hair was long and curly, and his creepy beard matched his face. He also thought about the weird relation of the Nephilims with women. In his viewpoint, the encounter that he had seen was an act of violence, even if it had been consented. He concluded that those giants had transformed pleasure into pain for women who allowed the Nephilims to use them in an agonizing pleasure. It was sickness for Abelard.
He wandered to and fro throughout the northern region. In the meantime, he would remember what Prophet Ezekiel had said about some women in
“You engaged in prostitution with the Egyptians, your lustful neighbors, and provoked me to anger with your increasing promiscuity”.
According to him, the Egyptians had been terribly influenced by the culture of the angels and the Nephilims. He had no more questions about the Book of Enoch, which said that the Nephilims would become demons, evil spirits, spirits that would prostitute themselves. This referred to the additions that the children of the Watchers had. They tormented human lives, as spirits, even after their deaths, with their desires and obsessions.
Many days had passed and Enoch had not returned. Abelard had a feeling that even in that world and among saints, there was a kind of diplomatic lie that was told to reassure someone of a promise you do not intend to keep.
He ate fruit and drank water from the springs. He spent most of his time hidden in caverns, his despair getting higher. There was no sign of Enoch and he did not know what to do in order to leave that complex world and go back to the Amazon.
Despite his fear, moved by an insecure curiosity, he went back to the region of the
He woke up scared. It was completely dark and nothing could be seen inside of the grotto. He got near the entrance, stuck his head out and opened his eyes wide in a naïve attempt to see without being seen. He saw that there was a dim light illuminating the place. Some Nephilims were eating the raw meat of a bear.
Learning from previous experience, Abelard avoided exposure to wind or breeze, because he did not want the Nephilims to catch his smell. He knew that as a carnivore — unlike most humans of those days, who preferred having herbs and fruits in their diet —, he exhaled the smell of blood. So, he crouched and stayed there to better observe and hear them.
The Nephilim who had felt the presence of Abelard in the cavern said, “Listen to me, children of the Universal Watchers; I had a vision that was neither of this world nor any other world known to us or our parents.”
As the Nephilim spoke, a dense steam ran out of his mouth, creating a sinister atmosphere. A blond Nephilim asked in a deep, grave voice, “What vision was that?”
Bârsemjâzâ, the son of powerful Semjâzâ, told them about what had happened in the cave and the impressions that he had.
“Maybe it’s a being from another time, not from another world,” one of them replied.
“And how do you know that?” another giant asked.
“Because Bârsemjâzâ said that he was sometimes visible and sometimes invisible to him, and he was afraid and ran away. Hence, he might be here only in spirit, but not in body. He does not really exist.”
“The woman who was with me could see him, but I couldn’t.”
One of them stood up and said solemnly, “The Father of the spirits might be sending messengers to assist Enoch. He might be a messenger from another time. That’s why we cannot see him whereas humans can.”
“I understand what you’re saying; we can’t see him except as a ghost”, said the Nephilim who looked like an African. He had black skin and straight, silky hair. His eyes shone while he spoke.
Abelard then realized what had saved him before. At night, the Nephilims’ eyes were bright, and the dim light in the atmosphere actually came from their eyes. Abelard was astonished, perplexed and euphoric.
“Why don’t we consult the Watchers to know who the invader was?” – one of them suggested.
“I will ask my father, the great Semjâzâ. But we have to wait for him to come back from his tour of the Earth.”
One of the Nephilims went to the forest near the Town of
Afterwards, they marched down the mountain. It was a beautiful and scaring parade. They marched slowly but decisively, their movements were strongly delicate and they smelled like opium.
Abelard walked into the bottom of a cavern and tried to sleep. The perfume and images of people he loved came to his mind. He thought of his granddaughter, who had probably been born by then — twelve thousand years later —, and he begged the Most High to be with her. It was weird; it was like praying for an impossible dream.
Abelard’s sleep was disturbed. He could hear voices and see images. He could hear Isaac telling him that he would take him from that place in order to avoid his death. This image and voice, however, seemed unreal even in the dream. It sounded like a distant voice among other voices that had already impregnated his memory. He could also hear other people’s voices especially a woman’s, which said, “You need to eat, Abelard.”
He woke up many times. At the crack of dawn, he went down the mountain. His body begged for a different kind of food, since he had only eaten fruits and herbs. Hence, he decided to go hunting. He wanted to eat something that could be baked and taste like meat. He went down the mountain trying to avoid the streams of the
When he got nearer, he looked for a secondary path, where the trees were foliated enough to hide him. He heard male voices; he hid and tried to watch carefully. It was a group of young men who seemed to be playing. They were having fun with their swords, arches & arrows and long spears. Enthusiastic at these apparatus, they seemed to be exhibiting themselves to someone. Abelard got closer in order to see the scene because his sight was not good.
Then he saw a Nephilim watching the young men. He was surrounded by several other people, who honored him as a god. The giant, however, treated them with great contempt — the same contempt with which the arrogant treat people under their authority.
Abelard got into despair. He decided to take the same way back. Wouldn’t there be a place where he could be with humans without being noticed by the Nephilims? As he got no answer, he simply walked towards the
He approached slowly, and the smell of the oak trees would get stronger. He climbed a small hill and swept the horizon with a glance. At a distance, there was a signal of life. A column of smoke rose among the trees. As he got nearer, as wandering through the garden trees, he saw a house. It was made of stones and clay. Then he lay on the grass surrounding the house and was quiet, waiting to see who lived there.
A strong young man walked out of the house. His hair was long and curly. He walked from one place to another, stopped, looked at the garden, breathed deeply, and then turned his head around slowly as if trying to discern the impressions of the smells he had found. Then he said, “Hey, you out there, come here, don’t be afraid!”
Abelard could not believe it — his smell was too strong for him to remain unnoticed. Humans could feel his smell. His fear was that while the Nephilims almost could not notice him, any humans could. He gazed at the young man and got up in a respectful way. The young man examined him from head to toe. Abelard would not move one single muscle. He started sweating; his spine trembled.
“Who are you, son of Eve?” the young man asked.
“My name is Abelard Ramez II.”
“Where do you come from?”
“I come from the other end of the Earth.”
“And what are you doing here at the center of all the universal rebellion?” the young man inquired.
“I’m looking for Enoch.”
The young man smiled as if he were sorry for Abelard and asked, “Are you looking for Enoch, the seventh after Adam?”
“Yes, I’m looking for Enoch.”
“Do you know exactly who you are looking for?” the young man asked, solemnly and seriously.
“I’ve seen him twice; he said that he would come back,” Abelard explained.
“If by any chance he comes back, it will be because the Most High has sent him. What I know is that he spends more time with angels than with humans, and he comes unexpectedly. It’s worthless to even look for him. They say that he even disappears to heavens. If there’s a place where you can meet him, that place would be the
Abelard knew where the
“What kind of clothes are those?” the young man asked.
“I dress the same way my people do. I’m from the other end of the sea, that’s where I come from,” Abelard said.
“But you won’t survive here if you keep wearing that. The Nephilims will kill you. They fear nothing, but they don’t gamble with fortune,” the young man said.
“Have you got anything for me to wear?” Abelard asked.
“You are shorter than me, but I guess that I have a cloak that fits you.”
Abelard appreciated very much the young man’s attitude and his calm spirit. He waited at the same place while the young man went inside for the cloak. After getting dressed, Abelard walked around clumsily and noticed that someone was observing from inside the house.
“Who’s laughing?” Abelard asked the young man.
“It’s my sister Ayâl. She’s peeping at you from behind the door,” The young man said.
“Can I meet her?” Abelard asked.
“Come here, Ayâl”, the young man said.
“Ayâl was beautiful. She had an innocent beauty worthy of reverence. The way she walked was both soft and dazzling. Her countenance, however, was unparalleled when compared to the concept Abelard had of female beauty. And no other woman in ancient times had such a silky, honey-colored hair like hers.
“I am Ayâl. And who are you?”
“My name’s Abelard Ramez II.”
“Are you a relative of the Egyptians?” Ayâl asked
“Yes and no,” Abelard Replied
“What do you mean by ‘yes and no’? It’s either yes or no,” Ayâl replied.
Abelard noticed that nature was still the same despite the many years between Ayâl’s world and his — men and their non-curious practicality; women and their practical curiosity.
“I come from far away. There, the Egyptians would marry the Aborigines. I was born from them,” Abelard explained.
“Are you a son of the gods?” Ayâl asked.
“No. My parents aren’t gods, they are mere humans,” Abelard Replied.
“Ayâl is asking that because she knows that the Egyptians surrendered to the Watchers. She also knows that the Nephilims rule over them. The same has happened in Nimrod, in the northern region, in the direction of the
Then Abelard said that he was starving and asked if they had something to eat.
“We have bread and fruit,” Ayâl said.”
“Come in,” the young man said as he walked toward the door. Abelard asked, “What’s your name?”
“My name is Mâalâlâel.”
Abelard went into the house and saw a piece that resembled an altar or a clay oven. The house was cozy and sweetly perfumed with incense. It was a peaceful place.
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