Sons of God

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Who Has The Power?

“Elohim promised never to destroy the world by a flood again, and he cannot
stop us from populating the world with strong Nephelim. It will be as it should
be. The humans are here only to serve us. They see us as gods, and why
shouldn’t they? We have power that they can only dream of.” Ishtar leaned
closer and lowered her voice. “I have sent for some of the first and second
generation male Nephelim. We will both give our race as many pure Nephelim as
we can. It is our duty as being the two strongest females alive. Clementia’s
father Achilles had too much human blood, and we don’t want her weak blood
tainting our warrior race. I have decided to give your virginity to Loki since
Odin is already married. He’s expecting your full cooperation and should be
arriving later tonight.”

“I will not whore myself to Loki.” Aghast, Raechev fumed.

Ishtar bristled. “What, you want to be his helpmate instead? Really, staying with
the same man for all eternity? Honey, you don’t know anything. Females have a
lot of power over males. Males are controlled by their sexual demands and we
have the power to use that against them. Helpmate? Please! To be submissive
to a male – one so controlled by his own lusts? We can get them to do anything
we want. You want to give that power away? You want to chain yourself to
someone else and serve their needs night and day?”

An Immortal
Ishtar turned mournful eyes on her daughter. “Raechev, this is war, war against
Elohim. There aren’t many of us left. We must…” Ishtar paused as a drunken
King of Nineveh dropped to his knees in front of her.

“My goddess Ishtar, our descendants need your divine blood to make them strong
enough to rule their neighbors. My goddess, let me come into you so that your
worshippers may not be taken from you.” The King swayed from his inebriation.

“Do you think a mere mortal could entice my sexual favors? I have given
enough to you walking clay pots. Your father Esarhaddon died less than a year
ago. What have you done to deserve my body?” Ishtar challenged
contemptuously.

Stupid Humans
Most developed countries, or so they defined themselves, tried to convince
themselves that spirits did not exist – but then again, some even said there was no
god. Stupid humans, did they really think they were the smartest creatures in the
universe? Yeah, their science was funny. If humans couldn’t prove something
with gadgets and microscopes they created, then it didn’t exist. She might be
ticked off with Elohim, but she would never be so stupid to say that He didn’t
exist.

A Special People
Jordan decided to keep his mouth shut for now and proceed. Taking notes on the
entire site was important, and then he’d decide how to beef up security. Jordan
swung around a large dirt mound and had his first glimpse of the former city. Its
beige walls and gateways, although partially reconstructed, sat desolate and
loomed grandly over the grassland plateau overlooking the Tigris River and
modern Mosul. The walls had once been two hundred feet high and wide enough
for three chariots to cross, but now, in some places they barely rose above fifty
feet. Archaeologists marveled at the enormity of the Assyrian cities, but they
deserved less acclaim. The Assyrians were descendants of the Amorites, known
for being giants in the land – blood thirsty tyrants who ruled men as slaves and
fodder. Their colossal cities weren’t that overly splendid when you took in the
builders’ height and girth. Modern man marveled. How did they do it? How did
they make the ancient wonders? Well, for starters, they weren’t like the short
humans walking around today.

Armageddon
Her eyes shifted to the Jezreel Valley, the small green valley had been the
crossroads of the ancient world, a path the caravans took to avoid dangerous
routes through deserts, seas and mountains; all passing through the town centered
at these crossroads, Megiddo. Every powerful empire in history had captured
and held Megiddo to control the commerce of the ancient world. And, according
to John’s revelation, it was here, that the final battle between good and evil
would be fought: Armageddon!

Armageddon was where she would redeem herself. This is where she would
prove herself. She would fight on Elohim’s side because that is where she
belonged. She was weak. She knew she was weak. She had a tendency to fall
away from Elohim, but Elohim drove her to it. If Elohim was in complete
control, then there must be a reason. She had to cling to that hope – that her
suffering had a purpose.

Battle of Beliefs
“But anyone can sense evil. Perhaps the evil in the air is what drives the
imagination.” Caleb was beginning to like the novelist who held himself so aloof
as if nothing fazed him, but he was definitely a well thought out man. Grigori
might not appear to notice or care what others said or thought, but he seemed to
take note of everything and hid them in his memory for later digestion.

“Even now, man is trying to prove the existence of ghosts or spirits by

technology, and occurrences not able to be explained by science or technology
are called miracles. Doctors shrug, humans grasp at explanations and yet their
feeble attempts to prove a spiritual realm are denied. Although humans try to use
science and technology to prove what is and is not real, they only limit
themselves. The universe cannot be limited by such vulgar measuring sticks.
The human soul knows better. Our spirits can sense something larger than us,
and it can sense other spirits when they cross our path, so we search while putting
on the blindfolds of science.”

Caleb wagged his finger. “Some humans believe.”

Free Will
“It is one thing for a fallen angel to tempt a human to sin, to whisper in their ears
trying to cause them to fall away from God – you see they cannot force the
humans to do anything or take away their free will, but the Watchers…they
physically manifested themselves and forced themselves upon women and now
their children spawn spirits that can possess mortals. It takes away the human’s
free will. The Watchers taught the humans their craft – known today as
witchcraft and sorcery, taught them how to build strong metals for weapons to
kill, taught abortion, astrology and many other powers that humans were not
meant to dabble in or possess. Many have died. Many have sinned by these
enticements of power, selfishness and greed. Human nature is difficult enough to
fight without adding what the Watchers taught. And the giants, they fed on the
humans, drinking their blood, sucking their veins dry. Instead of mankind being
placed as an overseer of creation, they became the hunted, the food – their free
will and lives taken. You ask what’s worse, John? It is the taking of another’s
free will, especially, when it could cost them their soul.”

Fear of Tagas
“Tagas will come for her. He has enough time to get here before the Day of
Atonement ends, and when he is done with her, he will kill you.”

“I have kept myself pure.” Raechev had obeyed all the laws for redemption. She
had never drunk blood, never used humans for sustenance, and never procreated
with mortals, or Nephelim for that matter.

“Your virginity will not save you. By your lack of obedience, you have allowed
Ishtar and her minions to kill hundreds and force debauchery.”

Love
Every once in a while, she wanted to talk to Ishtar. Even if she was evil, she was
still her mother and had done the normal motherly things while Raechev was
growing up. Ishtar had taught her a lot. A lot she didn’t want to know, but some
she did. She actually felt sorry for her mother, her mother really did love Baalim.
Raechev had found her crying alone on many occasions with a clay tablet with
her father’s image on it. Sometimes Raechev thought that her promiscuity was a
small type of revenge against Baalim for loving and leaving her. Ishtar had
always been a little more of a voyeur than one who had participated. She gave
children to the Assyrian kings, strengthened their armies with her blood if need
be, but she almost seemed fearful of pursuing a relationship with another
Nephelim after Baalim. Raechev didn’t know if it was from fear of suffering
another rejection after such a passionate love again.

Raechev did remember Sennachareb, the Assyrian king who Ishtar claimed to
have loved. He had spent every night with her mother, forsaking his own queen.
Ishtar had never turned him away and always seemed happy when he came.
When the king died, Ishtar had cried all night. She had spent years with him, but
what were mortal years to Ishtar’s eternity? Ishtar had fled back to Baalim, but
when she returned, she never spoke of the encounter and began a long session of
endless affairs.