posted on Dec, 8 2007 @ 07:38 PM
...part three...
“There is no need to give me the Rite for Commending a Departing Soul. I’m not the one dying. Try again. Harder.”
“Barra uug uduug uugga!” I shouted with as much conviction as I could muster. That was the oldest, most powerful exorcism that I knew of, dating
back before history was recorded.
The girl stood, a full smile spreading across her face. “Well now, I must say that that was better, much better. But where are your sacraments? I
don’t detect any offerings or proper methods of preparation. Whatever will you do now?”
I jabbed a pointed finger at her, raising my other arm high into the air. “In the name of Lugalugga, the god of all spirits, of the dead and the
unborn, I instruct you, spirit, to leave! Barra uug uduug uugga! Barra uug uduug uugga! Barra uug uduug uugga!”
The girl jumped about, clapping her hands, giggling. She returned to her original spot on the bed, and stared at me, looking into my eyes. “You
still believe me to some spirit that can be ordered about? Foolish man. But still, you have proven that you are versed in the old ways, all things
considered. But I wonder, how much do you know? All in due time, I suppose.
“And, by the way, you’re still naked. It is rather amazing you expect anybody, physical or spiritual, to take you seriously with that hanging
about.”
“What are you?” I questioned, covering myself as best I could, painfully obvious of the humor I was bringing to the creature before me. “What
do you want of me?”
“What I am should make no difference, but very well. You’ve entertained me, and I am thankful for it, for I have not had this much fun since I
convinced that fool Joseph Smith that he was in possession of a special book. Can you believe he started his own religious following?! Anyway, I am
being rude. Allow me to introduce myself; I am the angel Amazarak, and heaven knows we need your help.”
Amazarak? I moved to the dresser, grabbing the fading black jogging pants which lay on top. I turned, quickly getting dressed. “You are right,
Amazarak, I am versed in the old ways.”
I faced her once again. “I have sought long and hard for the knowledge of my forefathers, to relearn all that which was taken from us, or kept
hidden from us.”
The girl’s face distorted, becoming tighter, sullen. “Be careful of what you speak, mortal. You are becoming quite impetuous. Do you not know
of who you are dealing with here?!”
This was good, for it was my turn to smirk. “I know fully well who and what you are; Amazarak of the Watchers. ‘Amazarak taught all the
sorcerers, and dividers of roots’. Book of Enoch, Chapter 8, verse 3.”
I slid myself onto the dresser, sitting, staring down an angel that had rebelled against heaven for the sake of lustful wants. “Do not dare think
for a moment that you are to turn against me, as you did your others, not when it was you who sought my help.”
“Very well, mortal, I shall be more respectful of your position.”
I nodded my appreciation. “And how can I help one of Eloah’s fallen? If I remember correctly, you are not allowed to seek the pity or assistance
of man ever again?”
The girl stood, paced across the room. “If it were not under these circumstances, I could care less of what is about to transpire; but since it
affects not only heaven and hell, but myself and my kind...”
She stopped her pacing, her hands clenching and flexing, her head shaking in anger. “We are not allowed to do anything. All the realms, all the
levels of existence, are at war, a war in which we are not allowed to fight.”
...end part three...
[edit on 2007/12/8 by The Soothsayer]