A message came one day to Ashima in the Temple of Asherah. A message
she should gather the most powerful healers among the priestesses and haste to the inn, for Dido was to give birth. And Ashima
rode Mand her horse as fast as she could and came to the inn. But as she entered, she saw on Haniel's face that
she had been too late. That there was nothing that she could do. Dido lay in a blood drenched bed. Inside her, the nephilim
child fought to come out into the world. But he was all too big for her body, and he was turned the wrong way. The
life of Dido and her child was beyond rescue now. But Ashima came up to the side of Dido and took her hand.
And Ashima opened up soul and mind, and she took the little piece of divine power that she still carried inside,
and she searched the bleeding body.
And she saw the child that was inside. It was Emim reincarnated - the
demon that she she had destroyed in the Temple of Asherah. He who had robbed her of the powers. He was weak now, and helpless,
fighting for his new life before it had begun. He was tired and weary from his struggle, and had given up all hope of
rebirth. and he welcomed death.
But Ashima did not want to give up. She took her staff and she threw
off the sheet from Dido's stomach, and pointed the staff at her belly. And the stomach of Dido gave way. It opened up
in a big wound. And the child gushed out in a stream of blood and water, and the priestess who had been with her
took the child in her arms. And Ashima focused all of her powers and she healed again the broken stomach. And the stomach
was healed. And she heard the groans of Dido. She was alive. And Ashima fainted from exhaustion.
Haniel carried Ashima to rest. And he then took his son in his arms.
And he wispered to him, that his name were to be Adam, named after the very first man who ever cultivated the Fertile
Crescent - many thousands years ago. A name which means nothing for than simply "man" - what Haniel hoped that Adam
would grow to - to that and to nothing more. And he showed the child to Dido, who was now wide awake. And she took her
son in her arms. "I saw death", she said. "It was bright and light and beautiful - not scary." And she said to her son: "How
beautiful you are. My Adam."
But all around the demon nephilims lurked in their pseudo-existences,
spung from their slumbers. They were worried and they were curious. They could not understand what had happened. That
one of them had been reborn into flesh and blood. To a mortal life once more.
Ashima woke up, and she came to Dido, and she saw the child that
she had just delivered. And Ashima said to Dido that she would be there with them now and look after them.
And inside of neborn Adam lived something that was not a child, but something
that was ancient and dark and filled with pain, and which never could be reached.
And a long time went by. It became summer. The times got troubled once more. King
Tiglath-Pileser of Assyria lay under him new lands. Many were the soldiers who roamed through occupied Syria. But in Hama
it was quiet now. And the summer got hot and the drought got terrible that year. And the priest of Baal all prayed for rain. While
the priests of Hama blame the lack of rain on idolatry.
But at the inn of Dido, all was calm. Adam grown much very fast. He bigger
than any child his age. And he was a calm and pensive child. He did not walk yet, as the other child his age now
did. And he did not laugh or giggle like them, but seemed to be in a world of his very own. He listened carefully to Ashima
and to his parents, but he hardly interacted. But suddenly one night, Ashima and Haniel heard little Adam speak. He spoke
many word, of a foreign language. He seemed to speak to a creature that could not be seen. And he was happy and he laughed.
And Haniel recognized that language. It was the ancient tongue of the Sumer. The language of the nephilims. And Haniel
took him into his arms and guarded him. But Adam cried and fough and wanted to come down, and he cried when he could
not. But Haniel did not let Adam go. And Haniel went and said to Dido: "He has spoken to those without faces. They are
with him. They are here." And Dido took little Adam into her arms. And Adam stared with anger at Haniel. And they looked at Adam
- the child that was a link to horrors too terrible to mention. Adam loved his demon siblings. They
who were punished so harshly by Jehovah God and Angel Gabriel just for being born.
And Adam grew and grew as the years passed. And he turned four. And
he was twice as large as all other children of his age. But still he was very still and very quiet. But his talks with
his sibling became longer and more intense. Rapha and Zuzim and Arba and Anak and Gibborim - all were they always by
his side. And they had no earthly bodies, but bodies had they still - of a different kind. But
to each other they were as visible as any body on Earth. And they were demmonic bodies, twisted and distorted. And they
were filled with hatred as intense as no other hatred on Earth. All had they seen their mother being stoned. All
had they seen their fathers being brought to eternal torment in Gehennah. And all had they been slain by Angel
Gabriel who planted the cruelty inside their heart. All that they had left were hatred and hunger. Their
only goal to strive for was vengence on Jehovah and Gabriel. And they seeked vengeance on life itself.
Their only pleasure was the pressure of spreading terror to all that was living. And no human ever saw them sneeking up. They
took lives quitetly and sudden and without any warning. They were Death in person.
But Adam loved Ashima. She who had delivered him and saved him
into this new life. He feared her for she was the one who had killed him. But he was her ally as the fiend of Jehovah.