Past the vaults
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L & # 39; staircase
(400 centuries earlier than the Nice Flood) Armaros, beside him and under him, was the deep properly that flowed endlessly, it appeared, and he stood close to the spiral staircase. And as he regarded down at his darkness, it appeared to Armaros that the top of the properly he was trying into was maybe deepening - a bottomless pit past the earth's crust, even perhaps to the center, which suggests: he thought. 100 years within the cellars, the place the darkness resided always and generally elusive the place he was, and the depth of being alone, alone, demon or demon or something alive, shouldn't be alone nevertheless it was an imposed jail me, stretched throughout an unfounded world, a labyrinth, forbidding entry to man and the beast and even to his type, the angelic forces, previously youngsters of God.
But when the properly sounded, the sound of the struggle was heard, and he heard cries of agony and torture. Armaros, dipping into the staircase, sinking deeply into the sill, breaking components of the stairway that held him again whereas he was quickly decreasing the steps, ten at a time, penetrating into the thick black veil of the abyss. He was blind in the dead of night and creatures appeared to cling to his flesh and scratch it. Trying down after two days, his eyesight turned clear, whereas the whole lot behind him was darkish.
He discovered himself in a room and sat in a nook, feeling shattered and exhausted. Priceless was this nonetheless, maybe a brand new period for him. Trying round him, the room as massive because the coliseum, he noticed swords stained with blood and never a tree, a brick, a bit of furnishings, or a rock, all flat and flat, however there was a personal order getting into the world, blended with sweat and blood, an order cherished to fragrance, flowers, and as he was heading to the opposite finish of this plateau, seeing on the different finish, there was numerous caverns, as there have been many above the bottom and far above the second row, heading to a 3rd row, he stared on the corpses right here and there, the one who moved barely, the throat trench and arm attempting desperately to succeed in it, like to research the injury. And a brief determine of a being out, who is aware of the place, he was proper there, he referred to as Yecho; Armaros conceived him as a satan, an extended, considerate nostril, an rectangular head, a jelly torso, having solely 4 fingers and three toes, a wavy chin, and a face, massive circled eyes, with seeds of watermelon for, iris, and an extended skinny tail, and because it approached, the three rows, the higher flooring, had been full of a thousand or extra creatures like him however many with out fingers, he would uncover that it was the feminine species, bare as a jay. And he simply began to swing his sword, blows that may have been beheaded if he had put the sword on his shoulder and tried to seek out his ft after his fall, slipped on a useless corpse.
Because of this, Armaros, moved with blazing pace, no sword in hand, simply quick as a hawk of motion, and pulled the sword from Yecho's fingers, and Yecho fell once more robust on the corpse behind him, and the large Armaros, some 9 ft tall, squeezed his wrist on this little goblin not more than 4 ft excessive and shouted in mute rage in direction of the sector that was echoing: "You can't kill me! " Ignore the useless and Yecho, handle the hundreds of observers. After which, Yecho nodded, as if to say, okay, you gained, giving him floor, he couldn't deal with the lethal pace of Armaros. Armaros had wished to have the ability to squeeze and burst all of the bones of Yecho's head and physique. And at one time he would have executed it, however solely 100 years in the past made a distinction, he wanted buddies, not enemies.
"Beware, angelic warrior," says Yecho, "we're many, you might be one!"
"I don't want any extra dwell enemies," Armaros shouted unarmed. He regarded round and felt a chilly, very chilly jerk, again up his backbone, if he needed to make buddies. it was the second to do it.
His physique was worn and pale, twisted and wrapped in ugly wounds, however all might see his muscular tissues contract through the combat. His energy and horror that he might chat together with his energy impressed many.
"You recognize who I'm," says Armaros.
"Oh sure, we additionally know that Agaliarept, your buddy's hand man, is our enemy," Yecho mentioned.
"Beforehand, it was my buddy, the previous," remarked Armaros.
As he watched the stands, the gang roared and groaned, raised arms, spit and drool, "Let him be our buddy!" he shouted, and Keveq the imp, a priest stepped ahead. "Sure, sure, that he's, and if he can chain Agaliarept, that he guides us, he has, I believe, extra energy than Agaliarept, all of the Archangels."
Armaros went ahead like a cat, hesitating. "The place is his area?" He didn't understand it might be close by.
"Let me offer you an indefinable warning, it's a monster that squeezes your arms, and because it does, they develop like pythons, in anacondas, in energy, in depth, in size and in quantity he's our antagonist, he kills 100 of us yearly for the game, as if we had been his little bulls, so we practice on this enviornment with one another to coach to beat him sooner or later, with out success, after all. "
"What insanity is it?" He whispered. After which turned very hooked up. Keveq, ordered a useless fried rat and boiled worms stripped - for Armaros to realize his energy (a delicacy for this species of the underworld), and he ordered Yeil to consolation him in order that he wouldn't be capable of do something. he's out there to speak to him each time he needs to speak. Yecho, carry him some water. In the course of the sector, they construct a tent and lay it on a carpet of grass. However after all, all this concerned a delicate evil and the Darkish Archangel slept for 3 days and three nights. And Yeil stayed by his facet, listening to his massive nostrils making loud, drained noises, and his hoarse respiration made the tent tremble like a crushed grave on the excessive seas, and Yeil seen that there was no such factor. Shadow and knew that it was for certain, the condemned angels, he had instructed him, all black archangels lose their shadows, they're the worst of the worst, however he didn't appear to have any, and made her really feel candy, amidst her foul odor harking back to useless issues
And the elves, exterior the massive tent, ate the decaying carcasses. Within the weeks that adopted, they smothered him with presents and wiped off the century-old stench of his physique, smiling sternly, figuring out what they needed from him, to no avail, this time he would willingly. And his weak point lifted.
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L & # 39; enviornment
The little goblin, Keveq, shook his head, trying up and down the muscular physique and waist of Armaros. Three elves produced an enormous two-hundred-pound sword and gave it to the massive, nasty traitor of his personal kind, Armaros, dropped it beside him, it was too heavy for them to do in any other case, then introduced a big cup of wood wooden, brilliant purple, and says, "Kill him! He's coming immediately!"
"You don't kill demons, you tie them up," says Armaros. "And if the satan Belphegor, include him, it's essential to dominate him, with all of your energy, till I weaken no less than Agaliarept, then I can face Belphegor, however I'm afraid I can to not face them each on the identical time Keveq, regarded down at his ft with emotion, mentioned in a hoarse voice: "Depart it to me", at the moment, Yecho, together with a number of different elves, wore a six-meter-long chain, weighing a thousand kilos, two? "he requested.
Armaros, taking his sword, made a fast gesture, saying "sure." Armaros carried the sword to his lips, kissed the blade, drank deeply the remainder of his wine. "The place are they?" He requested.
"I plotted towards him, telling him that we had 100 imps ready for his bloodbath, there shall be solely two, if I had not visited him, he would have introduced way more his type, all need to see the bloodbath, however as soon as he's chained, they'll depart alone for a thousand years.
"My energy is exhausting quick," says Armaros "brings me extra wine." And Yeil, who stayed by his facet, did what he requested.
"The ability of evil brings him right here," says Armaros, "and it's the powers of evil that can dominate him, and the darkish lust in my coronary heart, for it's he who has overthrown me, has compelled me to to go right down to this world, solely a mad man might come right here willingly, hate has cheered me up.
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The Iron Battle
Agaliarept and Belphégor, entered the sector, the very first thing they noticed from Armaros, mentioned Agaliarept, "Armaros, what a shock, you might be trustworthy to life! What's it? what are you doing right here? " his voice a little bit excited to see him.
"The gang thinks you're going to beat me?" questioned Armaros.
"Am I?" requested Agaliarept.
"You've got little selection, if any, to combat and lose, or to not combat and nonetheless lose, and to be chained by me and forgotten for a thousand years."
Belphegor recoiled. Whereas Agaliarept was shaking quick and punching within the face of Armaros. And you can hear the bones crush the standard within the punch. He had massive coarse joints, heavy shoulders and large forearms, however he was solely six ft tall. Armaros jiggled his jaw, feeling it, "A superb transfer," he murmured. The impression of the blow was clearly heard throughout the sector, and Belphegor was jubilant. Then, with a pant and a bounce within the air, when he fell again on his ft, Armaros' lengthy, thick greenhouses sank deep into Agaliarept 's shoulders as if he' d be sitting there. was performing on a bull, and he swayed in a state of intoxication. however he remained standing.
He had the top of a horse, the horns of a bull and heels so long as Armaros, however he was not as quick as Armaros. That was a flashing purple gentle for Agaliarept, which occurred to him immediately, he nonetheless had not figured it out. that with angelic beings, however knew that Armaros was harmful. Agaliarept swung a wild left, excessive close to the ear of Armaros, however he fell and the gang rose up, fearing they might not be capable of stand up once more. He was surprised, however he rapidly recovered his posture. Now blinded and dazed, Agaliarept threw one other punch and missed. Armaros had recovered all his senses and, together with his two fingers spinning round him like a hawk, like a spirit-sweeper, he kicked and punched relentlessly, till he was in a position to take action. he falls Agaliarept insensate to the knees.
The gang went loopy and Keveq instructed Yecho, "You noticed that," then turned to Belphegor, saying, "It's higher to depart, we don't need you, when you keep, you'll face 1000 of us and Armaros, and he left like a demon monster born in nature, and Armaros handed Agaliarept to Keveq and was topped that day, King.
The tumulus
((Third half to: Forsaken Gods) (The Black Archangel, Armaros))
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The tumulus
The next story unfolds among the many nice stones of Rujm-el-Hiri (in any other case often called: Gigal Refaim, Circle of Raphiam, The Wheel of the Giants, in Hebrew, and The Heap of Rock of the Wild Cat, in Arabic, in addition to the tomb of Og, large king earlier than the flood within the guide: Deuteronomy: chapter: 11); by the Syrian border on the Golan Heights in Israel.) In July 2010, I went to Cercle de Refaim; I'm a little bit of a vacationer archaeologist, an fanatic who would have traveled all over the world, throughout this go to, it was investigating the inexplicable disappearance of one of many Guardians, a person; the place, through the interval main as much as the Flood, this black archangel, often called the Armaros, was self exiled. In fact, I'll learn about it later and I'll write about it in a two-part story referred to as "Forsaken Gods", the third a part of this story, and the half I omitted and that pertains to me Peruvian bride Rosa.
It was my first journey to this space, and I took motion. The dimensions of the place was big, I had no intention of staying greater than an hour. But throughout that hour, curiosity ignited like a bonfire. I had realized that the stone circles had been partly an providing set as much as thank the gods and entities of that point, some 6000 years in the past, or 4000 BC, as much as 1000 years in the past earlier than our period, 500 - years after the reign of King Og and Goliath, one of many final giants of that period, round 1100 BC. The second world struggle of the Giants occurred round 1500 BC. BC, underneath the management of Joshua (the earlier preceded the flood, introduced within the Guide of Numbers, King Og being the final king of the remainder of the Rephaim). In any case, the circles on which I leaned represented earth gods and fertility; Together with that, many ceremonies occurred right here within the pagan period that I had realized and I seen {that a} circle of optimistic vitality was surrounding the location as much as the top. to the encircling hills. As well as, it was a temple website, a website of astronomy; I had additionally grow to be conscious of the scale, it was constructed in line with PHI (1.618), the divine proportion (artwork, design, life, magnificence and arithmetic ...).
A sinister brilliant yellow summer season within the early afternoon made my go to premature due to an surprising storm that had invaded the plateau area, and particularly Rujm-el Hiri. The piles of pebbles alongside the circle had been already greater than fuzzy to recommend something, and the disappointment of the afternoon was barely shaken by a small earthquake. That the elders, the Shinning Ones, the world underneath the Nice Circle, didn't need us; I had regarded properly on the place, knew the place was the primary entrance, the again entrance, a stone of separation confirmed me the place had been two rooms, a big and a small, in the course of the construction, I noticed the placement of a tunnel -the tumulus (a big mound of pebbles and an entrance beneath, totally different from the various dolmens that I've seen). had found within the circle). That is the place we hid from the storm, my spouse and a Jew referred to as Shmuel, our information.
With my sickness, I used to be uninterested in the journey, I had a number of sclerosis and we had began the journey at daybreak. My spouse Rosa waited for me each 5 minutes to guard me from the overwhelming warmth and now the beading ambiance. Whereas I used to be crammed into this open website of the tumulus, I now have time to note the crops rising on this specific place, flowers of a wierd form. The vitality degree was right here at four MB; I might really feel tingling within the fingers and toes, and even in my enamel ((MB, equal vitality degree in Bovis items) (primary vibration))
Because the frightful pace of storm took maintain of the reign of the plateau and the close by hills, and of the location itself, a grey twilight appeared to hold over us like a mysterious veil, nevertheless it was not than the afternoon. It turned a nightmare chaos and this confusion drove Shmuel virtually to despair, eager to run away and produce us all again to Jerusalem - in our rental automotive at our resort, proper now. And the longer we stayed, the extra he needed to depart with rising and ruthless severity. We might now hear throughout us, as this storm changed into thunder and lightning, in addition to close to hurricane winds: the clatter of horses' hoofs and the flashes of Nephilim (the outdated large giants) appeared certain. to gentle off by trying by the opening, a sort of compelled imaginative and prescient I presume, from the remainder of maybe the nice battles that after occurred on this area.
At this level, I didn't need to depart this tumulus, I knew now that I couldn't even return on the few paths that we borrowed to reach right here, satisfied that if I had been gone, I might have gone astray with out Return on my steps in that horn of darkness, with darkish clouds of grey at midnight, a close to storm, God forbid me to go astray. However I instructed Shmuel to go there and are available again later within the night for certain he was near his coronary heart. However he mentioned, "I can't depart you, what would my spouse Aviva say if I didn't come again with out you?"
My thought was "... properly based," mentioned Shmuel, and we went again to the tumulus extra deeply to guard ourselves. Once I dared to go down a couple of stone steps, a number of steps into the tumulus, the whole lot was, in essence, indistinguishable from the mass of granite stones. Little question a grave or a temple, and possibly we should always go down much more, in catacombs or vaults, to decrease ranges - that was what I believed. At about 5 meters under, from the place we began, a sudden and surprising noise rose and each foot that we crossed from this step ahead was highly effective and resonant, with aftershocks all of us received the goosebumps, and shuddered involuntarily, with out character, alarmed. And there was earlier than us an enormous gap, deeper than we might see its backside.
A hooded creature appeared, a goblin of some kind, and as he spoke, he disarmed me with deep curiosity (exterior the tumulus, the storm continued, we might hear the gusts of rain, the approaching thunder at all times and the lighting brightening the doorway above us a little bit, as if the sunshine was wending its means round us, till this gap to tell us, we had been nonetheless seen).
The little elf mentioned, "I name Keveq on the tenth ..." (and behind him many eyes gushed from the opening of the massive gap, one step under one another, for the umpteenth step , Keveq will inform me later that there have been 4000 -mille of those goblins are able to take part in a rally for the instructing of sacred sciences tonight) it's a bliss (continued from the goblin) that you've discovered us now and never later, I can't be your host, or when you keep right here, it is going to be sick for you and everybody, if what I imply.
Rosa, my spouse, checked out me, she knew that I used to be hungry and that I used to be very drained. "Good," says Keveq the ten, "I can give you meals however I doubt you want what we eat." And I had heard what that they had eaten, due to the whispering of the outlet, and I mentioned, a little bit quieted: "I believe I'll settle for the provide, however thanks nonetheless."
There was a sure refinement about Keveq, an excellent breed emanated from him, and I instantly considered the legends and myths of the Nice Big Circle: "Are you associated to the Keveq that goes again to the time of the Blacks? Archangels and particularly Armaros? "
I needed to say it; no doubt, my expressions revealed it anyway, if not my curiosity.
"Sure, he was my great-grandfather a number of generations earlier than me," mentioned Keveq the Tenth. "I'm, and we're within the order of Armarosion.
"Legend has it that Urel, the Holy Archangel, fell within the days main as much as the Nice Flood and buried all of the Watchers, underneath the sand and pebbles and elsewhere. future? The legend left it out, and to my understanding, nonetheless within the underworld. "
"In our order, and there are actually many orders within the underworld, we don't contemplate that the spirit enriches if we are saying our sacred secrets and techniques, they might now not be secrets and techniques, n? is that this not?" And he added: "If you wish to know, we've got a uncommon library in our underground metropolis, it took hundreds of years to build up rolls, books and tablets, and so forth. -years for us to dig this gap and make clear and safe this staircase because it as soon as was.All it's a must to do is go down to seek out out what you might be searching for, and additionally, you will know if Armaros is there and if that's the case, he won't allow you to come again. "Then abruptly three different goblins joined us within the higher a part of the tumulus, underneath the names of: Vameb, Mechi and Shaah (a feminine elf).
"This isn't a really acceptable option to welcome our dwelling and take all our hospitality at your individual danger," Shmuel mentioned.
"Immediately," I mentioned, indicating that I needed to go, however solely after the scientific assembly.
After which Rosa took out some dried beef that I needed to chew, and the identical water. And through the gentle meal that I used to be taking, I rapidly found that my host was a scholar with uncommon, even unheard-of talents, endowed with sophistication, with a distinct sort of actuality, from one individual to a different. a cosmic and supernatural actuality, unknown to us. Now I had emptied my bottle of water and ate my piece of beef. Rosa was chatting with Shmuel and Keveq with Mechi, Shaah and Vameb. all develop into outdated, acquainted buddies rapidly.
My fatigue had now gone and I felt a uncommon sense of well-being, maybe the location itself and its supply of vitality. I had heard that this website was conducive to respiratory illnesses and that the whole lot was taking place in order that I might breathe higher, much less breath. There was a bodily consolation united to the psychological consciousness and the depth of my being. So when Keveq urged a second time to go to his library and see if the Darkish Archangel was nonetheless there, I eagerly accepted. However my spouse mentioned sternly, "Are you kidding, what about me?" And I simply mentioned, "You're with me, don't you?"
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The underground library
Right here within the library had been the hidden fragments of Socrates (450 BC), about God and man, and Plato's secret papers on Atlantis (400 BC). ), these by no means seen earlier than and the fragments of the 365 books written by Enoch (200 - yr earlier than the flood, 4800 BC) wrote whereas he was in heaven, and the key writings of Josephus (100 AD) and the books saved from the fireplace in Alexandria, Egypt (396 BC), and altered paperwork as soon as saved the dry cellars of Timbuktu and the manuscripts of the Tiamat, the guide of sunshine of Jews and the demise of the Egyptians, and I noticed books on black magic and white magic, in addition to the checklist of Sumerian kings courting again 241,200 years, and writings on and by the primary dynasty of Kish, Erech and Ur and Babylon, in addition to an historic Chinese language textual content and carved hieroglyphs courting again to 1700 BC, in addition to secret writings of the underground empire (d aliens) I learn: "In these unusual caves and terrifying tunnels that cross the south of America All alongside the street to the entire of Mongolia and Antarctica, lies right here on this textual content which permits us to maintain the world secure on the proper time; it's a part of my lengthy misplaced hidden race, the remaining Black Angels, the Shinning Ones and the Reptilian race, for all of the Archangels however Armaros has not escaped, but we're 100 and eighty ... "written by Armaros . "))
After studying this, it's after I stopped, figuring out now, he was alive and right here within the earth's crust, or possibly we might have been decrease than the crust, in a secure pocket. Armaros evidently believed to belong to the angelic brothers whom he had as soon as left, betrayed and maybe reconquered their devotion. Though they weren't archangels, however Powers, I had thus pierced the thriller I used to be searching for.
I had forgotten to occupy myself after per week of studying, the scale of the library and now, I had an iron gate twenty ft excessive and the ceiling twenty ft larger, actually an unlimited quantity of human energy to construct this library, as he did for the Circle of Rephaim. Particularly in a world the place their primary concern was the survival of the goblin breed. Nonetheless, the cabinets had been overloaded with books, together with the "Dragon Race" and the race of Archangels earlier than the Earth, additionally referred to as "draconian". in actual fact, it was once more the human race, watched by the observers of the time, and the draconian race, earlier than the Earth, 40 million years in the past. This guide was most fascinating: though belonging extra to the reptilian race than to the angelic, who additionally lived in Sumer, this race lived at three ranges of existence: hyperspace, astral and bodily: and at three ranges of various consciousness: aware, unconscious, and super-conscious. A part of this race was composed of winged reptilians (four million BC). After which I finished studying and I heard: a voice as I gazed with awe and curiosity blended this nice being who stood now in entrance of me and my spouse by my facet.
"These are unbelievable treasures," he urged. I believed it was higher to not discuss, and that I might ask him anyway, it was Armaros, he crossed his arms, crisscrossed, on the chest, because the do the Egyptians, whereas he was speaking and that his voice was softer, "You can't keep right here," he mentioned.
"Why," I requested, a little bit melancholy, with a troubled expression on my face, eager to know extra about the whole lot, pondering it could be our new dwelling.
"You carry a curse with you," he says, "it's a nasty spell for me." He concerned. He took the amount of my hand "The draconian race" and mentioned, "You don't perceive, how can such issues be, you're a sanctified Christian, I'm a proscribed on the highest degree, and the way can There are issues which can be past your comprehension Lucifer's evil itself would fall on me if I allow you to keep right here and contemplate me a devious plot, as I did it in the past. a few years to my companions, he's the one angelic forces who know the place I'm, aside from those that be a part of me since these distant days, are additionally renegades.I dare not even kill you, lest I don't face a dreamless existence by asking if the Almighty will need to go down and ask somebody to place a heel on me so that every one these manuscripts are forbidden to learn, what you have got realized, It's not a lot… "
When Rosa and I wakened, we had been resting in our beds in Jerusalem in our four-star resort, with a golden solar melting by the window of our room. It was as if we had disappeared from hell, on a cloud. I jumped away from bed, walked to the window, that was, the entire world, the rain was gone, and the whole lot was high-quality, and I requested Rosa, "Ought to we be a part of our tour from Peru, immediately? " She was already up. "In fact, she mentioned, Father Manuel was desirous to go to ...?" and he or she had forgotten the place. However how charming she was, I had very dangerous ft; we went to have breakfast and joined the thirty-eight different company, in addition to Father Manuel.
Be aware: The primary and second components of the story "Forsaken Gods" had been written on: 6-11-2010 / No. 621; and the third half, written on 21/06/2010.
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