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GUARDIAN IN THE DARK
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by
Jolly
Chapter 8
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THE CHAPTERS
Lilith
Lilith, first wife of Adam, the first Man God created.
Or so some scholars believed. No one really knows what exactly the true story is. As far as I can remember from my readings…yeah, another of those weird habits of mine. I read anything and everything, and I remember almost everything.
I am a scary person, aren’t I?
Anyway, both Adam and Lilith are created out of the same dust by God. The Genesis Rabbah states that both are fashioned out of the same clay. And Eve is created later from Adam’s rib. So, what happened in between the time when Lilith is created and when Eve is created? No one really knows. But there are some general beliefs. It is believed by some that Adam and Lilith bickered and refused to get along with each other. Adam feels he is superior because he was created first, and Lilith claims equality since she was fashioned out of the same clay as Adam. In the end, Lilith leaves Adam.
It is not clear what happened after that. Some accounts said that after Lilith left, Adam complained to God that the woman God give him left. The Lord sends three angels to bring her back but she refuses to return, she would rather let a hundred children die every day (I know that doesn’t make sense, but who knows what knowledge is lost over time?). An Armenian account claims that Lilith transforms into a snake and runs away with Satan himself. During the middle ages, Lilith is linked to Asmodeus, the King of Demons, as his Queen and that their demonic offspring spread chaos wherever they go.
I am inclined to believe that most recent account is possibly closest to the truth for obvious reasons, even though the Asmodeus I met is certainly no King of Demons. It is clear that Lilith wields true power here. Then again, who really knows what the truth is?
Still, none of that information tells me why Joe is so important to Her.
“Would you like to know what happened?” Lilith asks me.
Of course, who wouldn’t? I can even name a number of academics who would give their souls to be here now. As for me, the more information the better, since I may actually come across something I can use. And to be honest, a small part of me is truly curious.
She lay back comfortably onto her divan. I remained kneeling next to my brother.
“Yes, I was created mere seconds after Adam and made out of exactly the same materials. I loved him from the moment I set my eyes on him…”
Her eyes take on a faraway look, then harden.
“The first few days were pure bliss. Then he developed an attitude problem. He kept insisting he was better, the more superior one, and insisted that I must serve him and submit to him…and when I refused, he went to God Yahweh and asked for a more amicable woman as his wife. And Yahweh created Eve out of a rib of his. She was such a docile little thing, almost brainless too. But he fawned over her…”
She laughs bitterly.
“I was furious. So I tricked Eve into eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. It was good to see Eve with some brains. And I tricked her into serving Adam the fruit from the tree of life. They were both expelled from Eden for their transgressions….And I, I took a fruit from the tree of life and walked out of Eden, never looking back.”
Lilith turns to look at me and I obediently lift my hands. One of her handmaidens placed a small bowl in my palms. I can smell the blood in that bowl. I dip my fingers into the bowl and start to trace strange symbols onto Joe’s torso and arms.
She continues with Her tale. “I came into this world, Earth. It was full of many different species of humanoids…but none of them are truly sentient or intelligent. Nevertheless, I began to create my offspring and to populate Earth with my creation.
“I suppose you can guess the effects of eating the fruit from the tree of life, can’t you?” She asks me.
“It gives you eternal life at a cost,” I reply to her.
It made you a vampyre, I thought.
Lilith looks at me, a hint of respect in her eyes. “Yes, I can live forever, but I need to feed on blood, I cannot face the sun for long, and I cannot bear children…and my creations cannot stand sunlight.”
The pain in her voice was palpable. She looked hurt and vulnerable, but only for a moment. Then Her face hardened again, and Her anger came to the fore.
“But at the end of the day, it is still Eve’s children who inherited the Earth….And Adam stayed with her till the day she died. He grieved for her….The children that Eve bore for Adam were all fertile. They could walk in the sun; they could eat the fruits from the earth and the fish from the waters. They inter-breed with the existing humanoids, and create the multiple races of people that populate this world. In the end, I still depend on Eve’s children to propagate my kind….”
I watch from the corner of my eyes as Lilith got up and began to pace restlessly about the pentagram. It is clear that She is becoming equally agitated and excited.
“But that will soon change…”
She sounds happy…and her happiness chills me to the core. This is about Joe. I know what She is going to talk about next concerns my brother, who is currently lying helpless next to me, oblivious to everything that is going on around him.
How am I going to get him out of this one?!
“As I already mentioned, the roots of Humanity begin with Eve. Since then, there were many ages of man. First was the Age of Chaos. It was a terrible primeval time, but it was also a simple time. Next was the Age of Might – when the strongest ruled over those who were weaker. After that was the Age of Intelligence…I suppose you are familiar with Greek mythology?”
She laughs as I nod. I might as well entertain Her. The longer I can drag this out, the more chance I have of the others finding Joe. Of course I know I am lying to myself. She is merely waiting for the appointed time to start the ritual. Joe was born at the same hour as I was. Interesting, isn’t it?
“Yes, the first three Ages do mirror that, don’t they? Chaos, Titans, and then the gods of Mt. Olympus…and let me tell you a truth: there really was an Age of Titans, that’s where the fossils of dinosaurs come from. But there are no remains of the titans…well…let’s say Humanity was a little different back then. Then came the greatest Age of all: the Age of Magic. That was when the sorcerers of Atlantis ruled the Earth, and when dragons filled the skies with their death-defying flights, and unicorns raced the lush green fields. All too soon that was gone and Atlantis vanished beneath the waves overnight. Then came the dark ages, or the Age of Superstitions, when what remained of humanity still remembered the greatness of the golden age, but no longer had the knowledge to live that life. Humanity started all over again, and slowly civilizations rebuilt themselves. And this current age you are in, Frank, is the Age of Enlightenment. Humanity has discovered a different sort of magic altogether, and they call it science. It’s still in its infancy though…and now I suppose you want to know how and where your brother fits into all this?”
Yes, I do.
“Before the coming of each age, God Yahweh sends one of his personal angels into the world born as a flesh and blood human. This special person will plant the seeds that will give rise to the next Age…”
I know Joe is special!
“Every single one of them was born into an ordinary family as an ordinary person. And they left their almost invisible marks, the impact seldom felt until long after they left Earth. Ah, I see you are wondering about Jesus…Yeshua Ben Pantera was the bastard son of a Roman mercenary, no more. The real one has come and gone, and planted the seed for the current age of science…and now it seems God Yahweh has sent another to plant the seed for the next age. And no, Frank, I have no idea what God Yahweh intends the next Age to be… but I do know that the coming Seventh Age WILL be the Age where MY children will gain dominion over Eve’s and rule over Earth at last…and with your help, my little Fledging. With your help…”
I listen as Lilith laughs, “…and for your information, the Van Helsings now have their hands full with the multiple distractions I provided them. As for your father, you better hope he doesn’t find us, for his sake.”
I feel despair fill my being.
But no, I will never help Her willingly…
I know She chooses to ignore that comment of mine. Why bother with rhetoric? She walks over and watches me trace the final symbol on Joe’s arm. Then She bends down and ruffles Joe’s hair like I used to do. I hate that. It makes me feel like She tainted a treasured moment of intimacy and innocence between me and Joe.
“You have very neat handwriting, Frank,” She says to me as She examines my work.
I admit I am thrown off centre by that comment.
“You know, my little Fledging, this is the first time I ever managed to get my hands on a chosen. Thanks to you, Frank.”
If I could cry…
“All the others, I discovered them too late; most of them already accomplished what they were sent to do and had returned to their heavenly realm. The only other one I found in his lifetime, he was a full-grown adult by then, and I could not force his will. Nor could I tempt him into joining me of his own free will. But this one, this one has yet to come to his purpose, and I will take over his free will at the hour of his birth.”
She tilts her head at me and asks, “Can you guess why the nineteenth birthday is the last possible day to subvert free will, Frank?”
I stare at her blankly for a moment, and then my mind automatically searches for a plausible answer.
“The number 19 is not just a prime number; it is also the hexagon of the hexagon-star pair that appears in the heart of Genesis 1:1. Nineteen is the basis of the Grace manifest holograph, and relates to the idea of Flesh and Physical Manifestation. One can interpret it as: 19 is when one comes of true age…”
“Very good, Frank. So now you can guess what I intend for Joe…but you are also an interesting creature, you know that? A protector turned betrayer…and one skilled beyond expectations.”
My soul, whatever remains of that, shrivels at her proclamation.
“At barely a day old, you staked me. Then within the next six months, you dusted five of my eight elite guards, all of which were centuries old. I am most impressed with the way you hunted down Asmodeus and staked him. Asmodeus was my oldest and most wily elite….It is true that you had help from the Van Helsings, but through the centuries, none of their hunters even came close to this feat. So the question is, what do I do with you later? Clearly, killing you to avenge the deaths of my beloved elites will be too easy on you.”
I can feel my breath getting choked in my throat. This is not good, not good at all....I have a vengeful vampyre queen pissed off at me…
Crap.
Why am I even bothering to try to keep a civil tongue?
Shit.
“I considered turning you totally, and have you replace Asmodeus...”
I will never kill nor force myself on an unwilling victim for blood…
“Ah….But if I am to drain you? And then lock you in a room with a young and tender child?”
Oh my God…please don’t…and not a child…
“But don’t worry, Frank. Like I said, that would be too easy on you. I’ll let you keep what is left of your soul for the time being, so that you can be fully aware of all your actions, yet helpless against it. That will hurt you more, will it not? And after you turn your brother, I’ll even let you continue as his bodyguard, so you can watch over every thing he will do, and also help him achieve his goals. And at the end of the day, when you do finally choose to give up your humanity totally, rest assured that it will be of your own free will….”
Lilith is now towering over me; Her dark eyes lock with mine.
Is there anything out there colder than the Arctic ice?
Then She turns and strides elegantly back to Her divan.
“Now, we still have some time before the start of the ritual…why don’t you tell me what you know about the Van Helsings, Frank?”
Oh no… please don’t make me….
I can hear her cruel sympathetic laughter fill the night air. Can She feel sympathy? But Her voice is so sickeningly sweet as it coils itself about me, and bends me to Her will.
“Tell me all you know about them, Frank. Their past, their knowledge, and their hideouts…”
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