Trying to understand why she stopped replying

Oi, there to all and few who bother to read this. So for the past couple of months I've been busy, applied for a full time job, and I have an interview soon. Also I've been contemplating ways of how to market my novellas online. Maybe I should create a site called The Cyberbird.com would be pretty nifty I suppose.
I'm currently reading Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter; it's not bad at all, and I'm working on two novella projects The Cyberbird 2 Out of the Shadows and UnLocked Secrets the Excalibur Rises. Yes, the latter is a new spin on the King Arthur legend but it connects back to Atlantis and the rest of my metallic universe if you will. Also The Cyberbird  series will be known also as Ra'a the Armored Angel. Ra'a actually means to break in hebrew, well it's one of the meanings. Okay enough about my rambling now.
For the past month or so, I met a girl, got her number, and we texted everyday. Everything seemed fine; she'd tell me what she was up to, and vice-versa. Then over a week ago out of the blue she stopped replying. I even called her number several times; there's been no answer, and no replies to any text I've sent. So I'm at the end of my rope. I don't know if she's dead, lost interest, got tired of me, is in the hospital, or is just busy. I mean damn, if you're busy or lost interest ladies, just be upfront about it that's all we ask for.
Unlike my buddy Lee Estes, I've never had much luck with women. Really the only kind of relationship I've sort of had has been long distance, and well I lost focus on what I wanted to do, and I still hate it things didn't work out due to financial difficulties etc. So now I've been kind of taking it easy, collecting and watching the Dirty Harry movies that put me into a zen mode when I'm working on The Excalibur Rises. Seriously, the atmosphere of those movies just do that to me, I don't know why.
But yeah, I'd like your thoughts on why a girl you've shown interest in, and things seemed to be going good would quit replying out of the blue, and good God was I depressed most of the week last week. I'd wake up at twelve or one a.m. checking my phone or email for answer. Trust me to any lady reading this, just be upfront with a man and don't put him through that torment. Looks like another failure in the long list of your good looking amateur author loser. Damn, Lee how do you get all the women?

Current Project

   Ahoy there, a ho ho, and Happy Hannukah! Ok, I'm not jewish, but Hannukah isn't as commercialized as Christmas. So what's the deal one may ask? Well, The Cyberbird is now published on the kindle for 99 cents. It's under my pen-name of Cohen Nedrac.
   So anyway I'm putting The Cyberbird 2 on the back burner, and working on my other passion project, UnLocked Secrets: The Excalibur Rises. Funny how watching Dirty Harry in utter quietness can get the creative juices flowing. Right now for UnLocked Secrets, I have four planned novels/novellas: The Excalibur Rises, Sons of Thunder, Quest For Hever Aishor, and Solomon's Heir. It's a tribute to epic fantasy, sci-fi, and one of my favorite shows of all time from Japan Golden Knight Garo.
  Seriously check that show out; you can find all the series subbed on TV-Nihon's website. Anyway that's it for now, and don't let the Consumajackmaholes eat your souls.-Cohen Nedrac.

The Cyberbird is finished

After over a year I finally finished my first novella in The Cyberbird series. Yep that's it nothing else to say. I'll be publishing it to amazon soon.

Almost finished with the book

Hey folks, yes, I know I keep posting about The Cyberbird and not much else, but at times I struggle with being a perfectionist and distractions. So all I have to say, I am almost finished with this blasted book I've been working on since last year. Then I'm starting on Cyberbird 2 Rise of the Heroes; that's a little homage to Iron Savior's great album, Rise of the Hero. So have a happy Halloween, and does anybody know what a buttfor is?

Cyberbird and Other writings update

Okay folks, I know I haven't been blogging as much as I should on here, if anybody cares that is. Yep, I'm a pessimistic optimist. I've been busy working out the final kinks for the first Cyberbird novella. I'm thinking the sequel Out of the Shadows will be a full out novel. There are so many ideas I want to take the series; like I said it's a culmination of my love for tokusatsu and other things. So yeah, that's what's been going on. The Cyberbird will end on a cliffhanger and will be continued in Out of the Shadows. That's right, I'm getting my ideas from song titles. So that's what's been happening and adios.
 Oh yeah before I forget I'm working on a collection of short stories called Tales of the Wandering Jew. John Connolly, God bless him has already taken the term Wanderer, and if you haven't I suggest reading his Samuel Johnson trilogy. It's witty and hilarious.

Cyberbird Novella One news

Hey guys, my first novella of my Cyberbird series is complete at last. Remember this is just the first in the series where I set up the basis of the world and the plots that will happen. I had more than sixty to seventy pages planned originally and wrote them, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized readers prefer build up and tension and a good pay off.
So the first novella is simply called The Cyberbird so when it's published I'll update you guys on it. The sequel will be better because it will be a progression of everything, and also it's called Out of the Shadows, where I finally introduce a certain character that's only mentioned in the first.-EJC.

Godzilla 2014 a few brief thoughts.

Godzilla. That name, that word just means alot to me. Why? I grew up watching Godzilla movies, no matter how cheesy, really the only one i haven't seen is Godzilla vs. Hedorah (The Smog Monster). I just got back a little over an hour ago from watching Gareth Edward's Godzilla movie, and boy did it rock.
The suspense was great, the effects were amazing, and Godzilla, wow just wow, the King of the Monsters has returned. Some people have complained the Big G isn't in the movie enough. I disagree, you see bits and pieces of him. Gareth Edwards approached this take on Godzilla from a what if this creature was real perspective.
For example think about Bigfoot, yeah I do think he's out there, but just damn good at hiding, Gojira/Godzilla would be an elusive creature. Granted there was no Godzilla taking on the army, sorry fellow G-fans, but damn was this movie still good. The story was great, the build up to the big G himself, the Mutos, wow just wow. I highly recommend this movie to anybody. Like I said just a few brief thoughts.

Another Cyberbird Snippet

Note: I'm currently on Episode/Chapter 9 of The Cyberbird Volume One which I have decided to subtitle after a great Iron Maiden song, Out of the Shadows. Enjoy.

Aaron/Xelbrius landed on a roof across from the scene. Chaos met their vision as, the visor and Xelbrius’s eyes on top scanned the mall.

          How many? Any ideas? Aaron thought while closing his own eyes.

          We function as one as before of course. You know that my young padawan, Xelbrius snarked.

          Very funny, quipped Aaron. You and your damn Star Wars.

          He opened his eyes, and now he and Xelbrius shared the same enhanced eyesight. The built in heat signature scanner picked up at least a fifty hostages. The supposed robbers milled about, as the SWAT team inside talked to them, and one pointed a gun at a hostage who dared to speak.

          This isn’t effing right. They’re corrupt. You know what this means don’t you? Snarled Aaron while clenching his fist.

          Outlaw hero malakh who saves the day from the heavens? I love the chance, growled Xel. Bastards are supposed to protect and serve and, Aaron I know you just saw that.

          A heat signature had dropped a smoke pellet, and was taking down the SWAT and gun runners with great skill. He nearly choked one of the SWAT officers. Two came to attack the fighting figure, and he tackled them out the window.

          The heat vision turned off, and Aaron/Xel could see the figure. It’s Shing-klu and Chin-chang’s style was their thought. Except this semi-kevlar leather covered figure wore a smaller than usual motorcycle helmet that seemed to form fit his head. Streaks of crimson and deep blue were on the black clothing as a boot smashed into a SWAT helmet.

          He broke the arms of two other SWAT members coming after him, and threw a chain on one’s legs that dared to attack from behind, and twisted his legs. A huge crack could be heard as he whipped the chain back to his wrist.

          “10-4. Why howdy that’s one hell of a fight right there!” came Henrick’s voice screeching over the com link.

          “What are you? Henrick? How, oh never-mind. Do you know about this guy or something?” inquired Aaron holding two fingers to his left side of his head.

          “Yep, I know him. Have since he was a teenager. He’s a good friend of Shing-Klu’s. He used to be one of my best agents. Listen I need you two to go down there, and get him. It’s time for a little mentor to rogue agent chat. He’s been doing this kind of stuff for months now,” replied Henrick solemnly.

          This was something new for Aaron/Xelbrius; their friend and provider, was usually upbeat.

          “Don’t worry we’re going down there right now to stop the SWAT, gunrunners, and this newbie,” said Aaron as he made a headlong dive.

          “He’s not a newbie. As I’ve said I’ve known him for years, Aaron. Be careful, he studied Shing-Klu and can immolate his moves perfectly,” rasped Henrick.

          Aaron/Xel landed, and stood facing their adversaries. “This ends now!”

          “Don’t get in my way! What are you some kind of cyborg sent to kill me?” snarled the vigilante, readying his right wrist that held his chain.

          “Um no, actually I’m a type of Armored Angel if you will,” replied Aaron/Xel a little unsure of what exactly they were.

          An armored angel like they’re calling us? Really Xel? Spat Aaron.

          Hey, I’m working non-scripted here, my parents are fallen angels. So technically yes, retorted Xelbrius.

          “I don’t need your help. I can handle these low-lifes just fine,” mumbled the vigilante, as he roundhouse kicked several gun runners.

          Aaron/Xel heard several clicks, and spread their wings.

          Time for something new Aaron. Hold your right hand up now! Ordered Xelbrius.

          His blade didn’t come out, but a glowing golden and blue light that was usually used for destroying reptacons appeared. A sphere was cast around the vigilante and the warrior as they walked into the store. The vigilante of course followed along unwillingly.

          Shots started to fire, but the light blinded the SWAT and gunrunner teams, but not the hostages. Aaron/Xel held out his hand to some trembling children. His visor lifted up revealing Aaron’s eyes as a source of comfort.

          “I’m your friend. I’m here to protect you, come on kid. You know you could help being you’re the doctor’s friend and all,” said Aaron to the vigilante.

          Xelbrius’s eyes on the helmet kept the light force up.

          “All of you follow us to get out of here!” commanded Aaron as his visor went back down. The hostages all walked out.

           News cameras were everywhere with reporters stuttering, “Ladies and gentlemen it seems as if two recent urban legends of two different people have been confirmed as real. The Bird Man Angel and The Radical. They have just brought the hostages to safety, I’m getting a feed saying the SWAT team was part of the gunrunner operation here. A deal went bad, and they’re all blinded and some are beaten to a pulp? Thankfully none of the hostages have been um harmed.”

          FBI units had started converging, and they pointed their weapons at Aaron/Xel and the Radical.

          “FREEZE. BOTH OF YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! YOU IN THE WINGED ARMOR, DISARM NOW!” shouted an agent.

          Aaron/Xel just stared, and Aaron raised a hidden eyebrow. They really think their bullets will harm us, and that we’ll comply. You’re thinking what I’m thinking right Xel? Grinned Aaron.

          Give them one hell of an exit that’s for sure. Still the great Angelic Bird Man might be a good name for you and me, Xelbrius retorted in excitement.

          Let’s blind them, they thought at the same time making their minds one again.

          “You might want to close your eyes for this one. We’re taking you with us,” said Aaron/Xel to the Radical.

          “Fat chance bird knight. I’ll see Henrick of my own accord,” said the Radical.

          They felt something slapped onto them as they shot the light out, and flew. Aaron/Xel noticed the Radical get on a motorbike out of nowhere, while slamming a full helmet on, and drove off from the crowd. Aaron/Xel flew off after him, as the Radical’s motorcycle hit one hundred twenty miles per hour.  Rising up, Xel had the wings fold in as Aaron’s body dived down to their new prey.

          Light blasted from the armor as they sped up. “YOU CAN DO THIS THE EASY WAY OR THE HARD WAY!” shouted Aaron/Xel.

          The Radical swerved around, and clasped something to his cycle now headed for the cybernetic warrior. “And the cat snuffed the bird out!” mocked the Radical, as the front end of the cycle came off and nearly hit Aaron.

          He sliced through it with his wrist blade; it had deterred him momentarily as the Radical drove off into the sunset. Aaron/Xel landed to the side of the road so Aaron could catch his breath.

          “Damn, that guy is worse than a Reptacon or Shadow Stalker. How the hell is that possible, Xel?” asked Aaron as Xelbrius detracted from the suit.

          They were in a desert now, and Aaron had retracted his mouth guard and visor to recuperate.

          “I don’t know. But I see you observed his fighting methods have hints of the Guisiko brothers’ style in them. By the way can we stop at a bar? I’d like a Sam Adams,” replied Xelbrius, as he sat on his friend’s shoulder in the blazing sun.

          Aaron raised an eyebrow, “You’re joking right? Do you remember that time you disguised yourself as me during our first week together, and went to a strip club? YOU TRIED TO MAKE OUT WITH THE STRIPPERS! I DON’T KNOW WHETHER I HATE YOU SOMETIMES OR WHAT, but, damn do I have to admit, you have changed my life for the better. We’re no longer going to be an urban legend, Xel. I have a feeling things are going to get bigger.”

          Xelbrius grinned, “Well I know what-”

          “Don’t even go there. You know there are repercussions to this. First the Stalkers, Venic and the Reptacons, now this Radical guy? Xel, I’ve always wanted to be a hero, but only in my deepest fantasies did I ever dream of my life being like this. We’re changing things, and if they find out part of this Bird Man hero is the son of two fallen angels, let alone the devil and Lilith the night demonness, I have no idea what we’ll do then,” exasperated Aaron  as he pressed his hand to his forehead.

Silence was all Xelbrius could give; Aaron felt sadness from the usual upbeat friend of his. “Raison de luta. That’s what the Stalker asked us. Why would he ask us that?”

          “I know raison is French for reason. I’ll ask Henrick what it means,” answered Aaron as he closed his mouth guard and visor back. “Henrick, Metallic Covenant, XB-0451.”

          “Hear you loud and clear. What’s the deal? Is he coming?” inquired Henrick.

          “I don’t know. The Radical, this old agent of yours, this friend is smart and skilled. He somehow had a fake front built onto his motorcycle, and well, here’s the video footage, you can watch,” replied Aaron as he opened his left gauntlet, and pressed a small keyboard.

          “Got it thanks. So-”

          “What does raison de luta mean?”

          “Raison is French for reason and de luta is Portuguese for to fight. Why?”

          “It’s something the Stalker we encountered today asked us, before he left. I find it odd,” was Aaron’s answer.

          “You know underneath those suits of theirs, I think some of these soldiers do have honor, and may not realize who they’re working for. Does he know your identity?”

          “Not sure, but he said he didn’t record my transformation. We’ll be back soon enough.”

          He turned the com link connection off, and turned to Xelbrius who was now sitting down as he pecked into the dirt and ate a worm.

          Odd diet. Steak then worms, thought Aaron.

Cyberbird Notice.

To anybody that does bother to read this blog, I will be publishing the first eight chapters of The Cyberbird onto the Kindle. The next week or so will be additions of new material, and prepping it. That's it.-EJC

My thoughts on Kamen Rider Gaim So Far

Ahoy, from a tokusatsu obsessed nerd, imaginist and writer. I come from the depths of reality to tell you of my thoughts of the current Kamen Rider series in Japan called Gaim. If any show can make eating healthy fun and badass it's this one. This will be brief.
Gaim takes place in Zawame City, and is ruled over by the Yggdrasil Corporation. Dance groups called Beat Riders compete against each other with a game of creatures called Inves who are summoned from the Heilheim Forest where plants called LockSeeds are grown. That's the basic premise. Simple enough right? Well yeah, but dang is the story telling in this show good.
That's all I have to say. I love all the characters they're all useful in some way, and important secondary characters are actually, well do stuff, and add weight to the plot. So if you haven't check it out. Aesir and TV-Nihon are the ones subbing the series. Download it, watch it, and give me your thoughts.

What I'm Currently Doing

Hi folks to anybody that does bother to read this little old blog of mine. I am currently busy working on the second Cyberbird short book that I promise will be full of more action superhero/tokusatsu style. I'm also in the planning stages of another short book series called The Lemegeton Saga. Cause let's face it, Lemegeton is a heck of alot cooler than The Lesser Key of Solomon Saga. It's going to combine Arthurian lore, my own Atlantis mythology, and other elements such as demon-monster slaying knights in a modern day context. Oh yeah I'm also studying for a microsoft certification test, and learning to play Deep Purple's Smoke on the Water.

The Tale of Armacon

The Tale of Armacon

Wetness matted his neck length jet black hair; his eyes were those of gold that sparkled with a love and peace for all things. His height was only six feet tall…unusual considering his half-human heritage. On his shoulder was dove…but this dove was no ordinary dove…he was the man’s best friend and many years ago in an intergalactic war…his guardian.

          The shore line was wet from the sea; he had chosen to take a rudimentary form of transportation. One that involved no ancient technology; word had reached him humanity was repopulating and gathering. Gathering in a place and they, a new breed had returned.

          Under his dirty brown hooded cloak was a sword; a sword made of unknown metals. For now it was sheathed. He stared at his reflection in a pool; he appeared to be a mix of modern-day Asian and Native American. The only thing that gave away his half human status was his eyes, but he was not like them.

          He was the only one of his brothers, and being the youngest had decided to go back to his duties. They had been told they need no longer fight…their war was over, but he wanted to.

          His name was Armacon ben Abel Kartoris; the last name was in honor of a friend and powerful ally named Kartor who had given his life in the Great Galactic War. The bird spoke to Armacon.

          “Don’t draw too much attention to yourself. If you do they will worship you as a god,” said the bird.

          “I don’t ask for attention, it usually finds me Lotham…there’s no telling what creatures the Fallen will have roaming. I simply wish to protect, and not usurp Elyon. That has never been my wish. I’m here to stop atrocities. I find it pathetic the Aelcons wish to leave,” replied Armacon…a bit of malice in the last part of his statement was in his voice.

          Lotham the bird just shook his head, and said, “We can still bond if you wish. I don’t know why you still wish to carry that sword.”

          “Because its starlight from the heavens burns bright my friend. I asked if you wanted to stay behind,” replied Armacon as he walked along the shoreline. His eyes seemed to be searching for something.

          “Why can’t you be like your brothers and settle down in peace? I mean after all I am a dove, and together we make the Praedaggeranar of peace. I find it ironic you will not settle in peace when that is your greatest virtue,” Lotham commented as he looked either way…his silver wings glistening with white diamond, marble and regular feathers.

          “I know…it was our deal to be Forgotten except by the Aelcons and Atlanteans. I have a feeling though that abomination Amankar will come this planet one day. Elyon knows this all too well,” said Armacon. “How can I settle in peace when I know the ones I swore to protect are being defiled and sacrificed to blood thirsty Watchers and Fallen Nymphs?”

          “Interesting point. Too bad I agreed to be in this body you know.”

          “Too bad you don’t know when to shut up.”

          “Touché.”

          They kept walking…silence between the two. Nothing needed to be said as Armacon observed the crystal blue skies. It was noon or close to it…as noted by the wandering protector.

          “We could fly if we bonded into the armor,” said Lotham.

          “No thanks, I prefer the exercise and challenges. I am a man after all,” answered Armacon…his fists gripping.

          “So the plan is a go ahead?”

          “Yes, I wish to protect Shem and his line at all costs. I want those giant bastards to try me,” spat Armacon.

          “Oh boy, you and your love for being the great warrior. You know why couldn’t you have been a shepherd like your father?”

          “Why don’t you leave that body and get into your real form again?” questioned Armacon with a small chuckle as he deviated from the shoreline towards the inland parts of the Eastern continent. He took out a small compass. “Shinar should be towards that way. I have heard of a king there…a Naphil warrior tyrant if you will.”

          “Hooray for extra sensitive selective hearing from your mother’s side,” snipped Lotham.

          “Hooray that I just don’t blow your stupid tail away,” Armacon smarted back smiling.

          “Whatever oh great warrior of Atlantis.”

          Said warrior did not reply; the immense strength in his legs kept him trekking forwards to find Uruk.

         

          Nobody seemed to notice the new arrival in the busy city; Armacon had easily scaled the walls using his super human dexterity to avoid the guards. Being an intergalactic pre-Deluge half-human war veteran did have its advantages. He was on a mission…a personal mission of justice to stop Lilitu, the former consort of Helel.

          “You know she’s immortal…right?” whispered Lotham. “What you’re seeking could be revenge. There’s a fine line between revenge and justice as you well know.”

          “She tried to seduce my brothers and me during the wars. I don’t know who’s a more conniving snake, her or her Fallen offspring. Kartor gave his life in hopes of stopping her. From the malakhim archives it seems the tales of the two being one in the same are taking prevalence again,” replied Armacon, his grip on his sword handle was strong.

          It was a good thing he was wearing a hooded robe like the commoners here. He had to stick in the crowd as much as possible if he was to end Lilitu and her three fourth’s Naphil son. Gilgamesh had become well known throughout this place called Mesopotamia, and Armacon knew he was a proud and mighty tyrant.

          He flitted down an alleyway, and heard a small voice in his head.

          We need to meet.

          Yes, I understand sir.

          Gabriel the malakh messenger had telepathically contacted him; he walked into a tavern, and noticed a man with shining blue eyes. It was his old friend, and combat general from the Galactic Conflicts with the Fallen. Armacon sat down across from his former comrade, who looked grim.

          “I’ve come to bring you a message,” said Gabriel

          “Gabe, if it’s about me stopping Gilgamesh and keeping me from it, I won’t follow through with it and you know it,” snapped Armacon.

          Shaking his head with a slight grin, he spoke to Lotham. “Brash as always I suppose? Refuses to settle down I take it?”

          Lotham whispered back, “You could say that, besides why are you here?”

          “Armacon, I just wanted to say, you are blessed. I am not here to discourage you, but to encourage you. Elohim is planning something soon here in Uruk. He does not approve of how mankind has been refusing to disperse. Also, once you defeat Gilgamesh, find Shem; he is the king of a city-state called Salem, and goes by the name of Melchizedek now. He is the king of peace: you are to protect him, and when the time comes, you are to protect his descendant. Also tomorrow at noon, stop the human sacrifices they have planned. Maybe some theatricality would help,” smiled Gabriel.

          The angel got up, and then whispered, “Watch out for Lilitu. But you know that all too well; it takes a man of high caliber and faith such as yourself to resist her temptations. I will be here if you need help. Tell, Esazan hello whenever you return to Atlantis.”

          The warrior nodded, and watched his friend vanish on sight.

          “You know, most people would freak out at that, but then again you’re not most people,” Lotham whispered.

          “Do you have to give commentary on everything? Sheesh, you remind me of when I fought with Kartor and Xelbrius on Marzia,” replied Armacon, after he ordered a mug of beer. “Xelbrius always had to point out the obvious and state the flaws of our enemies. Still, I wouldn’t trade those times for anything else, except if half the time it wasn’t their brothers’ forces trying to slice me into pieces.”

          He took his freshly arrived beer, and gulped half the wooden mug down. It was refreshing to him, and he felt a slight energetic buzz. Armacon knew this would be all he would drink for today; he had to keep his wits and a clear mind for this mission.

          “I suppose you’re thinking of Lilitu, and calling her a bitch in your mind?” whispered Lotham.

          A burp was Armacon’s reply, and he got up. He thought of heading into the palace dungeons and freeing the planned human sacrifices to Lilitu, who had taken up the names Ninsun and Ishtar here. Yet, he knew that would not be smart; in the morning he would hide himself among the priests there.

          “If things get out of hand, we transform. Understand?”

          “Yes, oh mighty master and former protégé,” Lotham answered. “If you don’t mind I’ll scout out the area.”

          “Understood,” replied Armacon walking down an alley. He hid himself between the wall of the tavern and a mud brick house next to it from passing guards. He would rest here for the day. Silently thanking Elohim for His many blessings and grace, Armacon closed his eyes, letting his cloak camouflage him against the dirty walls. This was one of the few times he would be able to relax, and relax he did.

          Several hours later, Armacon opened his eyes to a midnight sky. With a quick shake of his head, he wiped away the last vestiges of sleep in his eyes. He took out a small herb, and swallowed it; it was a plant that had once grown on Marzia called the ginsou plant. New strength and wakefulness surged through the Praedaggeranar.

          On his shoulder was Lotham who had decided to take a nap; he thumped his guardian angel bird and hissed, “Hey, I thought malakhs didn’t sleep.”

          “Hey, and I thought all half-humans would be haters of Elohim,” the bird snarked back.

          “Touché, oh great Lotham,” Armacon smarted back echoing his friend earlier a few hours ago. “I thought earlier about freeing the sacrifices, but then I considered it’d draw too much attention. Any ideas?”

          “Yes, Gilgamesh is nearing completion, and also he has Noah imprisoned.”

          Armacon perked up at that. “How did he get Noah?”

          “Apparently from what Noah told me when I talked to him, Gilgamesh became enraged, and  thought Elohim was some sycophant who grants immortality to a select few.”

          “Noah uh? We both know that’s not true. If he’d believe in the Promise, then he wouldn’t have been dejected.”

          “Gilgamesh thinks since he’s three-fourths angel he should be able to become full immortal. He’s building Babel as a gateway to bring other Watchers, and possibly even Amankar directly to Earth. He believes with his elder half-brother’s guidance he can achieve immortality. Also, he believes in sacrificing Noah, he will be able to please Amankar’s blood thirst once and for all,” explained Lotham; he and Armacon nearly retched at the thought of Noah being sacrificed and eaten to the blood thirsty monster who had ravaged entire worlds.

          He was not just one of the born Fallen Ones, he had become something else entirely. “If that happens, then he’ll also be part human right?” asked Armacon. Gabriel!

          Yes Armacon? Came the telepathic reply.

          Why in the world didn’t you tell me Gilgamesh had Noah and was planning to use him as a sacrifice?

          Because I’m here right now rescuing him from prison. Your job is stop Gilgamesh, understood? Replied Gabriel. There is no need to get frustrated. Elyon will work a great work in you tomorrow. Just trust Him. Do you?

          Struggling for a minute, Armacon answered, Yes, I do trust Him, and I believe He will make all things work out.

          When the sacrificial procession starts at noon tomorrow when the sun is high, challenge him to a contest. He won’t refuse. He’s as arrogant as his brother.

          Understood sir. I’ll give that giant bastard a lesson or two with my gifts from above, smirked Armacon cracking his knuckles.

          That’s the Armacon ben Abel I know of. Now rest, and wait. Lotham will awaken you at the right time, Gabriel communicated.

          Armacon complied, and nestled himself into an alleyway to catch a few more winks until Lotham would wake him.

          Hard pecks hit Armacon’s head; it was Lotham.

          “Damn bird,” Armacon muttered rubbing his head.

          “Damn, smart mouth,” quipped Lotham back. “You can face death on a constant basis, yet if I wake you up it’s the worst pain in the world.”

          “I’m just glad you’re not one of the Talikons’ Morchirkins,” answered Armacon. He looked up at the crystal blue sky; he could tell by the position of the sun it wasn’t noon yet. Still there were commotions in Babylon’s streets.

          The sound of foot soldiers’ running feet could be heard.

          “FIND THAT OLD GEEZER! HE COULDN’T HAVE GONE FAR!” screamed a captain.

          “Let, me guess…Noah?” asked Armacon backing up against a wall, his hand near his sword.

          “Well, it is obvious. They want to sacrifice him,” said Lotham as his head turned from left to right. “It’s safe now. Come. We have to get to the tower and stop Gilgamesh.”

          “You mean that nimrod?”

          “Snarky aren’t you?”

          “Yeah I didn’t need that sleep, but that plant due to my extra sleep has given me almost too much energy. I feel like a turikien could be in order,” grinned Armacon.

          “Ah, yes, that energy heated fist attack.”

          “Let’s go Lotty,” replied Armacon, as he leapt up to a roof. His movements were swift, not only to his half-human heritage, and being a quarter nymph, and a quarter angel, but due to many years of training.

          This feeling was exhilarating; he hadn’t felt this way since the Galactic War several thousand years ago.  Running, Armacon, leapt up and away across to a street; his lithe body glided along the wind, his cloak billowing out like wings. Landing cat-like, he followed a trail of soldiers, and then stopped briefly as Lotham flew above him to guide him to the tower.

          It was like a game between the two old friends as they ran towards the great tower. Today everything would change, and Lilitu would be imprisoned…hopefully.

         

          Gilgamesh was a nine foot tall warrior king giant of pure hardened muscle. On his bare body could be seen numerous scars from quests, and other encounters. Today, he would fulfill his mother’s wish to bring his brother, the great Amankar to Earth. Gilgamesh and his brother would reign side by side; behind him stood Lilitu, and beside her, was another female Fallen that had dubbed herself Ishtar originally to Gilgamesh. The two planned to breed an angelic human together with one another. A new rank of Naphil was what they would be; he smiled at the thought of Noah being a sacrifice.

          He would have if Noah’s guards had done their stupid job in guarding the old geezer; his bearded face showed frustration at their incompetence. “PEOPLE OF URUK! THIS CEREMONY HAS BEEN PUT ON HOLD! Bring the guards that failed in their job!” he ordered.

          A captain of his armies complied, and they rushed off. Unbeknownst to Gilgamesh his every move was being watched by Armacon. The giant king looked up into the sky, and noticed there was still time. Still if he could not sacrifice Noah, he would sacrifice another in his place.

          “BRING ME JAPHETH!” shouted Gilgamesh his eyes full of fire and glee.

          Behind him his mother Lilitu, known as Shamash to the Urukians, appeared behind her son. Her form was stunning, an image of false beauty that would have evoked the lust of any man there. She stood beside her son gleaming.

          Her hair was jet-black, her skin shone with a strange light; her lips were painted red, along with her eyelids. The outfit she wore was very revealing. The false goddess’s gaze flitted across the city, and she grinned.

          “There is one here who seeks to challenge you my son,” she hissed in Gilgamesh’s ear.

          “Indeed mother? Who is this challenger?”

          “COME SON OF ABEL IF YOU DARE!” Lilitu shouted across the city.

          Watching from a distance, Lotham had been communicating to Armacon telepathically about Gilgamesh’s backup plan.

          Um, Gabriel, you didn’t tell me Gilgamesh had Japeth! What is wrong with you? Thought Armacon in sheer frustration, clenching his fists.

          You know Elohim works in mysterious ways. Go and confront that Naphil fool my young friend, was the reply.

          You do realize I’m well over a thousand years old, and a veteran of a galactic war unknown to man right? Armacon quipped to his malak general.

          YES! WE BOTH REALIZE THAT ARMACON! Thought shouted both Gabriel and Lotham at the same time.

          Now go kick that s.o.b’s tail! I’m coming with you! Shouted Lotham.

          At that moment, Lilitu shouted for Armacon whom she had spotted with her supernatural sight and hearing. He gladly complied, and leapt from rooftop to rooftop; below him, the townspeople looked up in amazement at the mysterious leaping figure. He paid no attention to them, and he reached the top of the tower where Japheth was bound, an axe close to the back of his neck.

          Stopping, Armacon threw his cloak off, and glared with anger at Shamash who just grinned.

          “Hello, Armacon. It has been so many years since we met, youngest son of Abel,” she grinned…her lips serpent-like. She flicked her forked tongue out with pleasure. “Ishtar, why don’t you come and greet this Praedaggeranar, this half-breed who identifies himself and protects Elohim’s precious humans?”

          His hand instinctively went to his sword, but a new feminine figure arose, shaking a finger as if she was scolding a child. “Oh my, he is studly. Is this my sister’s son?”

          “What? You and my mother were sisters? Father told me she was alone,” snarked Armacon.

          “Half-sister. Her father was my father, and also mated with an angelas before she came along. That little half nymph bitch, and her mother ruined our plans. You sons of Abel have been thorns in our sides protecting the Seed of Eve for many years now. First Earth then the rest of the planets. My father and her mother wanted her to be raised as a human. I daresay on another subject, how is Kartor doing these days?” grinned Ishtar.

          “You might not want to do that or little Noah’s son here will die,” Ishtar continued as she saw Armacon’s fleeting hand go to his sword.

          “I came here to stop Gilgamesh. Then I’ll take care of both of you bitch fallen! Tell me, how’s Helel and his scars from Jaris doing these days?” answered Armacon, referring to a battle that he, Kartor, Xelbrius, and his eldest brother had fought in on Marzia, when the Prince of the Fallen himself had come to oversee his galactic operations.

          They knew it was not their place to crush him, but that didn’t stop Jaris with the ferocity of a lion, in leaving his mark. That battle had also left Armacon and his two best friends who ironically were Helel’s sons scarred. Helel despite how evil he was and is, refused to kill them because of them being his seed. Now before Armacon, was the first of the two consorts of Helel, also known to some as Belial, and he wanted to imprison them after a good beating.

          Gilgamesh stepped forward, the Necarian king as he was called, a being three-fourths fallen angel, and one quarter human. That meant he could still die, Armacon noted to himself, but not as easily as a Naphil or even Armacon himself. He gulped, but he trusted Elohim to bring him through this ordeal.

          That was the thing, Elohim could use what was intended for great evil to bring justice and truth and love into a world of darkness. He had led Armacon here to stop, the evil tyrant who had a one world rebellion at hand, and not only would attempt to pierce the spiritual part of Earth, but bring Amankar the Hellion into this world. He had to be stopped.

          “Tell me, Praedaggeranar, can you stop me?”

          “Maybe,” was the simple reply.

          “Then it is a challenge,” answered Gilgamesh.

          “Know this, you may have brute strength, but I trust in Elyon the Creator. In my own strength I am nothing, but He’s guided me through worse than you. I trained with His malakhs as a child and young adult, you are but an ant in His sight,” said Armacon as he looked out from the tower and to the city walls.

          “Fine then, say what you will. As of now, I will take your challenge outside the city walls with all watching. No weapons or armor.”

          “Understood,” answered Armacon. “Your hineyest!” He added the last part with sarcasm knowing it’d irk the giant. He leapt from the tower, through the many roofs in a flash, and landed outside waiting for Gilgamesh who proclaimed the challenge loudly to all the citizens.

Dropping his hooded cloak and Aelcon breastplate with his shirt, Armacon's lean muscles rippled as the giant king of Uruk snarled in anger upon his arrival.

"Really midget? Your hineyest? Your mother was a weak whore, who was a goddess but sided with humans and this Elyon you worship," snarled the giant king.

"True immortality lies with Elyon, abomination. I may be small but He is my strength. Now come on you heartless bastard!" The two warriors soared at each other, their fists connecting, but Armacon's caused a sonic boom.

The boom knocked Gilgamesh back; this Praedaggeranar was unlike any foe, including his friend Enkidu he had ever faced.

In a swift motion, Armacon had grabbed Gilgamesh's face and kneed him; the knee kick broke the Necarian’s nose.

Gilgamesh's large muscles rippled in frustration, but Armacon proved too fast. His fighting style was different, like it consisted of mere kicks and punches but very powerful. A simple kick to his back sent Gilgamesh flying into a plateau, the crumbling rocks cutting his skin.

          He shook his head and noticed Armacon's golden eyes were beginning to glow.

          "My mother was a Necangel and not some whore you bastard. She was half nymph half malakh. Her parents saw their folly and wanted her to be raised as a human. My grandparents may have been part of the Fallen but they repented of their mistake, and as an act of faith, let my grandfather Adam rear her. She has left this planet but her love for humanity still resonates with me today. My brothers and I swore to wipe out those of you that would pervert God's chosen creation, and I'm HERE TO FINISH THAT OATH! YOUR TYRANNY ENDS TODAY GILGAMESH OF URUK! NO MORE HUMAN SACRIFICES! NO MORE YOU NIMROD! NO MORE BABEL! I AM ALSO A HUMAN, AND THE GLORY OF ELYON IS WITH ME!"

         This speech infuriated Gilgamesh; he grabbed a huge rock, threw it at his opponent but a gust of wind that Armacon caused with a wave of his hand split it into dust. Gilgamesh gulped. He knew the day of his death was upon him.

                The ground trembled under the Pre-Delugian war veteran; despite his own arrogance and failed quest of immortality, fear like Gilgamesh had never known before swept through him. He realized this man meant business, and by the heavenly powers that were…he would execute justice.

          Babel’s residents were outside the city; the man that Gilgamesh…no the usurper that had defied their practices and spoke against their king…who had been meant for execution, had turned the tables. He had mentioned something about the strength and glory of the One called Elyon being with him. Gilgamesh was nine feet tall, but this tanned young man with blazing pure glowing golden eyes was beating their mighty hunter king.

          “DAMN IT! DON’T JUST STAND THERE! GIVE ME A WEAPON ALREADY YOU USELESS MAGGOTS!” snarled Gilgamesh as he ran to the city walls.

          Two soldiers frighteningly handed their large battle axes over. In the palms of their king’s huge hands, they were like hatchets. A maniacal grin came across the giant king’s face.

          “You little bastard, my father was a Naphil, and my mother one of the goddesses what you call a female Fallen!” grinned Gilgamesh; his eyes were psychotic.

          “Interesting…Lilith’s right hand maiden I believe? The female angel queen who mated with Helel? Well…this makes things more interesting,” replied Armacon his eyes calm yet glowing with their golden shine…his black hair blew in a sudden wind. “I’ll have no regrets in killing you, you cannibalistic tyrant.”

          “HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME!”

          “Whose mother is the whore now?” grinned Armacon.

          The axe blades came spinning at him like a tornado. Dust kicked up and surrounded the two foes as Gilgamesh spun, and stopped just as quickly as he’d started. He smirked, but noticed Armacon was on the other side of him unclenching his fist.

          Blood spurted out of the Naphil’s back, and his weapons fell into small squares. Despite his bleeding back…there was no physical pain…but a psychological one.

          “I thought of using my sword, but decided not to. You may believe you’re a badass nimrod, but I’ll tell you, there will always be one to humble you. I have faced worse…among the stars and planets from this great earthen home of mine. You Nephilim were like cannon fodder in the wars I fought. You’re just practice; I’m going after your mother next,” spoke Armacon his eyes glaring in righteous anger.

          “Gilgamesh you as a king should serve your people; you as a Naphil had a chance to protect them from the Fallen’s hordes, and not follow what others of your blood have done in the past. A real king serves his people looking out for the best of them, you have done nothing but brought fear and tyranny. Your tyranny ends today!”

          “WHY YOU! UGGH!” Gilgamesh threw up blood and more cuts appeared all over his body. He fell into blackness, and knew no more.

          Armacon had been victorious in his mission to execute justice. The last people of Babel were no longer slaves, but Armacon knew he had to take care of that serpentine bitch if he was going to truly free them.

          “Lotham…come! It’s time I settled this with Lilitu! That bitch will pay!” snarled the Praedaggeranar as he strode to the palace.