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“Lord Lucifer!” Mark Andrew stood up. “We did not come here to discuss Sophia’s countenance!” The shining face of the Knight of Death, holder of the golden sword of the cherubim, went dark.
Lucifer laughed and bowed low before the angry Watcher.
“I was merely making a point, brother. And you make another. Jealousy. Is it not the greatest of all sins?” Lucifer gathered his crimson cloak and sat down near one of his warriors, further back among the crystalline structures of the cavern.
Lord Nebo dropped lightly from the stone on which he had been sitting and looked down at himself as if surprised. He was wore bronze greaves on his legs, bronze and leather wrist and armbands, a white tunic, a broad golden belt and a purple mantle edged with golden pomegranates and lotus blossoms. A crown of gold and silver sat upon his red curls and he wore leather and bronze gauntlets on his forearms. At his hip was a heavy sword. He looked remarkably like King Corrigan without the colorful feathers. His cherubic features seemed to glow with amusement as Mark Andrew eyed him disdainfully. He’d not felt quite so wonderful in many ages.
“Lucifer has a point, Uriel.” Nebo smiled at him. “I find Sophia quite lovely to look upon, but you know my history! I would be the last one to cast stones. But even in your jealousy you make a good point. We came here to discuss the war and I suggest we get on with it. I’m sure that my men are in great distress by now. They will think the old man dead!” He laughed and then turned his attention to Marduk, who sat on an elevated ledge slightly above them with his legs dangling over the edge. The dark Lord of the Sixth Gate was not happy to be here. He did not like being in the same vicinity as both Semiramis and Meredith Sinclair. They had both made fools of him. It irked him to no end to see Sophia sitting so close to Adar while his own counterpart would not come near him. If the feminine members of this party could have had their collective ways, they would all be sitting near Lord Adar. It was embarrassing and to think that he had tried to woo the Lord of the First Gate! It made his head reel every time he looked at the hulking beast that hunched over the sandy floor, rocking back and forth on his great splayed feet, drawing in the sand with one gnarled finger as if he were all alone in the chamber. Meredith was part of this thing? He closed his eyes briefly. Even Nergal had Ereshkigal. They sat on another shelf of rock, ogling each other like a pair of sick doves! Now the great Nebo was speaking to him, drawing attention to his solitude. He cast a glance at Reshki and saw that her goblin captain sat in her shadow. Another slap in the face. His dark angel, Abaddon, had abandoned him. Abaddon. Apollyon. Shaitan. The very name meant ‘great abandoner’! Of course! He should have expected it.
“Lord Marduk! Are you ready to do your part?” Nebo asked him.
“I am ready to be done with this thing.” Marduk answered grudgingly. “I have been ready.”
A snorting noise came from Nanna, but the great creature said nothing. He had only just recently flushed the Lord of the Sixth Gate out of the ruined tomb in China where he had been cowering in total fear of the Ancient One.
“Good! Are we then agreed that we must first ensure that Yaldabaoth’s Ark is not delivered to the Ancient Terror? My son’s son will care for it when we have delivered it into his hands. We will take it to the temple on Mt. Horeb and there we will destroy it.”
“And how will we do that?” Marduk frowned down at him. “This is a thing of great power! How can the created ones destroy that which belongs to the creator?”
“We will unmake it in the furnace of Jethro. There it was made. There it will be unmade.” Nebo shrugged.
“Simple.” Mark Andrew’s voice echoed through the
“Lord Lucifer!” Mark Andrew stood up. “We did not come here to discuss Sophia’s countenance!” The shining face of the Knight of Death, holder of the golden sword of the cherubim, went dark.
Lucifer laughed and bowed low before the angry Watcher.
“I was merely making a point, brother. And you make another. Jealousy. Is it not the greatest of all sins?” Lucifer gathered his crimson cloak and sat down near one of his warriors, further back among the crystalline structures of the cavern.
Lord Nebo dropped lightly from the stone on which he had been sitting and looked down at himself as if surprised. He was wore bronze greaves on his legs, bronze and leather wrist and armbands, a white tunic, a broad golden belt and a purple mantle edged with golden pomegranates and lotus blossoms. A crown of gold and silver sat upon his red curls and he wore leather and bronze gauntlets on his forearms. At his hip was a heavy sword. He looked remarkably like King Corrigan without the colorful feathers. His cherubic features seemed to glow with amusement as Mark Andrew eyed him disdainfully. He’d not felt quite so wonderful in many ages.
“Lucifer has a point, Uriel.” Nebo smiled at him. “I find Sophia quite lovely to look upon, but you know my history! I would be the last one to cast stones. But even in your jealousy you make a good point. We came here to discuss the war and I suggest we get on with it. I’m sure that my men are in great distress by now. They will think the old man dead!” He laughed and then turned his attention to Marduk, who sat on an elevated ledge slightly above them with his legs dangling over the edge. The dark Lord of the Sixth Gate was not happy to be here. He did not like being in the same vicinity as both Semiramis and Meredith Sinclair. They had both made fools of him. It irked him to no end to see Sophia sitting so close to Adar while his own counterpart would not come near him. If the feminine members of this party could have had their collective ways, they would all be sitting near Lord Adar. It was embarrassing and to think that he had tried to woo the Lord of the First Gate! It made his head reel every time he looked at the hulking beast that hunched over the sandy floor, rocking back and forth on his great splayed feet, drawing in the sand with one gnarled finger as if he were all alone in the chamber. Meredith was part of this thing? He closed his eyes briefly. Even Nergal had Ereshkigal. They sat on another shelf of rock, ogling each other like a pair of sick doves! Now the great Nebo was speaking to him, drawing attention to his solitude. He cast a glance at Reshki and saw that her goblin captain sat in her shadow. Another slap in the face. His dark angel, Abaddon, had abandoned him. Abaddon. Apollyon. Shaitan. The very name meant ‘great abandoner’! Of course! He should have expected it.
“Lord Marduk! Are you ready to do your part?” Nebo asked him.
“I am ready to be done with this thing.” Marduk answered grudgingly. “I have been ready.”
A snorting noise came from Nanna, but the great creature said nothing. He had only just recently flushed the Lord of the Sixth Gate out of the ruined tomb in China where he had been cowering in total fear of the Ancient One.
“Good! Are we then agreed that we must first ensure that Yaldabaoth’s Ark is not delivered to the Ancient Terror? My son’s son will care for it when we have delivered it into his hands. We will take it to the temple on Mt. Horeb and there we will destroy it.”
“And how will we do that?” Marduk frowned down at him. “This is a thing of great power! How can the created ones destroy that which belongs to the creator?”
“We will unmake it in the furnace of Jethro. There it was made. There it will be unmade.” Nebo shrugged.
“Simple.” Mark Andrew’s voice echoed through the
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