Post by tracy137 on Oct 30, 2005 20:51:25 GMT
Disclaimer: I don’t own Hex or any of its characters. So there is no copyright infringement intended, nor do I intend to tick anyone off – so please don’t sue me, I’m poor enough already! But I do own the story itself and the characters of Lillith/Ant, Bryce, Dale, Pops and non-Hex types…. 
This is my first Hex fanfic and is obviously based on the TV series, as well as some of the stories about Azazeal and the Nephilim I know a little about from research on the internet. I do not intend to rip off any other writer – and I don’t think this premise has been done before; but if it has I’m sorry, I just hope mine is different enough for it not to be too boring. But if I digress from theseries and stuff a little, don’t shoot me as I’m old and the brain (what little I have) is not what it used to be. Plus I might also change things to fit the story a little better –sorry. But that is what artistic license is all about! LOL
It’s going to be dramatic, romantic as well as fairly snarky/funny…in places anyway….. It is also going to be fairly fluffy, so if you don’t like romance and stuff please don’t read it!
All reviews, and constructive criticism, gratefully received – but no flaming please; and I will try to update regularly.
‘—‘ signifies thoughts.
“—“ signifies speech.
WARNING: POSSIBLE VIOLENCE LATER, SO READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
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WILD CARD
Chapter One – Ant
Lillith Chrisanti, or Ant to anyone who wished to continue breathing as abhorred her christian name, sat down at the table in the far side of the cafeteria in Meadenham Hall.
Her large opalescent amber eyes took everything in. Indeed those eyes caused more than a few members of the student body sleepless nights; such was their ability to make even the most pragmatic student think she could read their mind. She quickly bent her head and started reading her book while she devoured her lunch.
Ant found it all immensely amusing. After all, all those that dealt with her on a daily basis knew she was probably the most trustworthy plain speaking person they could meet; she’d always help you if you were in a bind and though she did ask questions, no one else would know your problem unless she felt it was necessary - and you knew she’d take the gorier details to the grave.
That said though, everyone knew she had a wicked temper; really brutal and very cold. No one had really driven her to completely losing the plot, though Roxie appeared to delight in trying, but they did wonder if Ant ever would one day and what the consequences would be.
David Tyrell came and stood opposite her “can we sit down?”
By now she was completely immersed in her book, ‘The complete novels of Sherlock Holmes’, and merely nodded.
“Ant?” David Tyrell was a calm, reasonable man but he had learnt extremely quickly in the 6 months she’d been there, not to call her Lillith, Lil or any name beginning with the letter L.
Oh, she had not said a word about it, but those amber eyes of hers went an almost lavender shade and he decided not to risk her wrath further after that.
Added to which she had lobbied hard on his behalf for him to get his job back, despite being offered it herself albeit temporarily, and he was grateful not only for that but for her loyalty “I want you to meet Isaac Crowley; he's Jo Watkin's cousin. He'll be staying with us while she's in hospital - wants to be near in case she needs him.”
Ant looked up briefly only to be confronted with a visibly paling Azazeal “Hey.” She muttered as he quickly regained his composure “you alright? You look like you seen a ghost?”
Before he could reply she suddenly saw an argument over his shoulder “OI! What have I told you lot about bloody fighting? If I have to come over there it won’t end pretty, trust me!” She called calmly, but with a hint of menace.
There was a mutter from the other table, and she quirked an eyebrow “I mean it Bryce Morgan, if that mashed potato leaves that spoon, I can just as effectively launch my fork into your backside by the same method. Understand?”
David stifled a smile; as did Azazeal, now also known as Isaac Crowley by students and faculty at the Hall.
“So” Ant returned her attention to him “why the vampire like palor? I know I’m no oil painting, but I normally don’t cause that much fear.” She thought for a moment “well, not unintentionally anyway.”
He dipped his eyes and smirked, that was her – if anything that sharpness was her; maybe with modern speech, but it was Kresa; the one he lost his place in heaven for. After generations without her, her soul had finally returned....….to him.
Leon came over “Ant? Can I have a word? It’s about my history homework.”
“You haven’t done it yet and you want an extension.” It was a statement, not a question and she spoke without looking up “Sure, have an extra 2 days - I know you been helping Ella. But if I see you at the dance tonight it will only be for an hour and there will be no excessive drinking and only if she's your date, understood?”
Those unnerving amber eyes swung up to him then; he swallowed and nodded, flashing a brief smile “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, I haven’t graded it yet.” She grinned then and her whole face lit up; causing Azazeal jealousy that it wasn't him she was looking like that at, he glared at the boy “go on, get off with you before I change my mind.” Leon moved away so quickly he almost evaporated.
She smirked ruefully “My way to work the students Isaac; be their mate to a point, and their worst nightmare the rest of the way.”
David chuckled “Well, you’re certainly the latter to most of them.”
“Yeah, undeservedly I might add – well, most of the time. Though to hear Roxanne Davenport tell it, you’d think I spent my nights slaving over a hot cauldron. At least I think the name she called me was a witch…..”
Again Azazeal had to dip his head to conceal the smirk, how he’d missed her - that fire, that disregard for the rules, for everything…………except him. She ate, slept and breathed him. He was the last thing she thought of at night and the first in the morning - she even dreamt of him.
Spence Thompson, another new teacher, replacing Jez, joined them “Still don’t want his job?” he gestured to David.
“Are you mad? Why do you think I pushed for his return? I did it for a month and that was 4 weeks too long mate.”
She grimaced and eyed the teenagers around them; Bryce Morgan once again aiming a spoon of mashed potato at his erstwhile companion Jake Hennessy – or ‘Dumb and Dumbest’ as Ant called them. She pointed at the two “Pass me a really crusty bread roll please Isaac?”
Azazeal handed one over, intrigued as to what she would do.
She hefted it slightly ”s’hard enough” she mumbled as she took careful aim and then lobbed it very hard at Bryce’s head. She got him dead on target.
“OWWW!” he rubbed the sore point and looked around accusingly “Who bloody threw that?!”
Ant stood up, her eyes slowly altered to lavender “I did. Next time I swear to God it’ll be the fork - get it?”
The boy swallowed “Got it.”
“Good. You know how I hate repeating myself.” She sat down “Kids eh? Can’t live with them, can’t eat them either.”
Spence chuckled and introduced himself to Isaac; who was staring intently at Ant.
“I see….so it wasn’t love of my teaching that made you lobby for my return Ant…” David interjected.
“It was pure self preservation David, abso-bloody-lutely.” She smiled.
“Ant, I’ve been meaning to ask – you know I took on Jez’s classes?” Spence put in.
“Yeah….and?”
“What do you know of the Nephilim and, more importantly, Azazeal?”
“Ye Gods, why do you want to know that? It’s a pretty obscure prophecy/legend….”
“It was in his lesson plan and to be honest I don’t know much about it.”
“You’re a vicar Spence….though granted it’s a pretty obscure piece of theology. Lord knows why he’d be teaching that.”
“Exactly, but something tells me you know about it, even if I didn't.”
“Well then grasshopper, listen to the ‘something’ more often because you’re right – I do. All thanks to my namesake.”
“Anthony? That’s your dad isn’t it?”
“No! Lillith – my Aunt Lillith, God rest her, she pegged it 2 years ago. But she told me a lot about them. For some reason thought I ought to know, though God knows why – it’s not like they’re here, and even if they were what the hell would they would with an ugly old bat like me?”
“You’re not old or ugly.”
“Spence, compared to the young bloods round here, I’m positively of Methuselan/Medusan tendencies – but thank you.” She smiled and Azazeal smirked.
“So, what did she tell you?”
“Well, the short version goes thus: Azazeal and the nephilim were angels in heaven. They did good works and were, for the most part, guardian angels to mortals down below – the likes of us in other words; personally on a side note I think my guardian angel has a tough time with me, but what you gonna do, resign?”
This time Azazeal had to put his hand over his mouth and pinch his lip; ‘she really had a sharp tongue. But she was right he had had his work cut out with her – that was why he’d loved her. She was always in trouble, always rushing headlong into life where…’ he smiled once more ‘angels feared to tread. And he had for the longest time – but she’d wormed her way around his heart, until finally he was hers’.
She was still talking "......anyway, they looked after mortals for eons – then one day they found women they could love; Azazeal in particular allegedly found his soulmate.
The book of Enoch – the supposed ‘lost’ book of the Bible said that a particular group of angels saw these women and spoke amongst themselves about taking them as their wives and having children with them But their leader Semyaz, thought to be Azazeal, by another name, said this "I fear that perhaps you will not consent that this deed should be done, and I alone will become (responsible) for this great sin."
But they all responded to him, "Let us all swear an oath and bind everyone among us by a curse not to abandon this suggestion but to do the deed." Then they all swore together and bound one another by (the curse); and they were altogether two hundred.”
She shrugged at the stunned faces of two of the men “My aunt was a stickler for memorisation of certain texts and I have a good memory. Anyway their presence on earth is also mentioned in the book of Genesis Ch.6:v4.
However as we know, God knows all and sees all. Makes you wonder what they were thinking by believing it a secret; I mean here we are, little scraps of nothing and we know God would find out and they, angels from heaven who are on first name terms with Him, apparently didn’t.” she smiled at the assembled table “Still, God was not happy as you can imagine and decided to take steps.
Their families were allegedly put to death as their offspring were supposed to be immense giants who near ruined the earth; some say that Noah’s flood was a direct result of their existence and that was why God brought it about.
But the damage was done and the knowledge was out and that’s why the earth’s in the state it is now; and the angels themselves were cast out.
Azazeal in particular was given a major hard time and here I quote “Bind Azâzêl hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dûdâêl, and cast him therein.”
And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire.” It goes on in that vein for quite a while, so you get the giste of it – that basically they were all caste down and stuff, but he was given the main smack upside the head. Help any?” No one saw Azazeal flinching as she recited his torture.
“Well, yeah – so they can’t come back?”
“I never said that – the legend/prophecy goes on; stating that the nephilim had schemed and planned their revenge against mankind and God during their time in purgatory.
Azazeal in particular was grief stricken at the loss of his love, some allege soulmate, and swore not only to never love again, but to bring about the eternal ruin of man.
It is said that a son of Azazeal would would be born to a mortal woman, and he would bring about our ruin and the release of the nephilim amongst us – this time intent on worse corruption and our ultimate destruction.”
“All in the name of revenge?”
“For them, probably – for Azazeal, definitely.”
“But it seems a little over the top.” Spence was intrigued.
“Well, I agree – but see it from his point of view. He lost the woman he loved, his children, and heaven too. I’d be pretty hacked off if it were me - but to wreak revenge on all mankind and heaven as well does seem a little……excessive.”
“You do not think he should take revenge for her, for himself?” Azazeal couldn’t help but ask.
“No. She is mentioned in some more obscure texts and comes across as a real tough nut. In a time when women were little more than so much chattle to the males of the family she really put up a fight with him. I don’t mean that he raped her” she added quickly at Spence’s look “but more that she was no easy conquest. When she gave in Azazeal would’ve been in no doubt she loved him, probably more than he understood.
Would she want the destruction of heaven and the blood of mankind on her hands? No. Would she want the same for him? No. I think she would want him to find some kind of redemption.”
“Do you think that would be possible? After all Enoch pleaded on their behalf and got nowhere.” Azazeal asked icily.
“That was over 2 thousand years ago. Like all parents God’s had time to calm down.” She smiled “I don’t see Him as a vengeful God. I never have; I think redemption is available to all but the most evil.”
“You don’t see Azazeal and the nephilim as most evil?” He was intrigued with her reasoning “You truly believe she would not want vengeance?”
“I don’t know about the nephilim – 200 souls, lost of otherwise, is too many to guess at. But as for Azazeal, no I don’t.
As to her: I’m not her; but if I loved someone as much as she is reputed to have loved him, I would not want all that blood and destruction on his hands, I wouldn’t.” she sighed “I know it’s wrong him wanting his cake and to eat it too. But what you going to do? Eat someone else’s?”
David chuckled “You have a way with words Ant, I’ll give you that. I think even the demons of hell would have their work cut out with you.”
“Yeah, well my mum says that I have a temper that would make hell tremble – so you may have a point there.”
Azazeal noticed large scars running across her wrists “You hurt yourself?”
She glanced down “no Isaac – to hurt yourself is to scrape a knee, to bang your head on a table; as I often do actually. This was a deliberate suicide attempt; I cut my wrists.”
“Why?”
“My husband died, then my beloved grandfather and then my best friend – all got a bit much, so I thought ‘sod it – why not join them?’ turned out the why not was because it wasn’t my time.
Aunt Lillith found me and got me to hospital quickly - another 25 minutes apparently, and I’ve have been too far gone to help.” She shrugged nonchalantly “crap happens as they say – just a shame I got dumped on by a bloody dinosaur turd.” She stood up as the other two men at the table started to laugh “what? It’s true!” she rolled her eyes at Azazeal “Honestly, can’t get the staff these days.”
She marched off and bumped into Ella “You alright? Feeling better now?”
The young woman nodded just as Roxie barged past and nearly knocked her over; before either Ella of Leon, who was hovering by her, could react Ant’s large amber eyes suddenly darkened to a deep lavender and she grabbed the other girl’s arm “I’m going to have to put you on report, which will mean detention missy.” She smiled humourlessly.
“Why?!” Rox was indignant “I haven’t done anything!”
“Well, the way you nearly knocked Ella over, I can only assume it was either on purpose or through the effects of alcohol – either way, detention tonight – my office.”
She went to walk away and then turned “oh and just so you know – I’m straight; so there’ll be no shagging your way to better grades, out of homework or detention like you did with Jez, alright?”
The cafeteria stopped dead as Roxie blushed furiously “Oh I’m sorry!" Ant slapped her forehead in mock horror "Was that a secret Roxie? Really, you should make it clearer when you tell your so-called friends things like you’re shagging a catholic priest for better grades, to stay out of trouble and here I quote ‘because you’re bored and he’s a challenge’. As the whole school knew I just figured it was 'in the public domain' as they say."
Ant shrugged lightly and then stepped closer to her, the malice in her eyes darkening them further “Oh and just so you know – leave Leon and Ella alone; and don’t even think about revenge on me, yeah? Otherwise you’ll find out just what a…..witch I can be.”
Rox’s face hardened and she arched an eyebrow “I never called you a witch…”
“Either way, you say it like it’s a bad thing Roxie – and you know what? It isn’t. I’d rather be either of those, than a pushover. Push me a little harder and you’ll find out what an ‘Icy Bitch Queen from Hell’ I can really be.” She quirked an eyebrow as the younger woman mutinously held her head high.
“Oh and also for the record I’m not frigid – merely waiting for someone that has more going for him than being male and having a pulse; unlike you. In fact, I’d even call the pulse part into question with your taste in men.”
The younger woman stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak “trouble is the walls have ears Roxie, walls have ears. Whilst I have a few friends, you have none dear – hangers on aplenty I agree; but no friends. It is only because of that sad and pathetic fact that I cut you any slack at all.”
She turned, grinned at Ella who smiled gratefully back, and left; to a round of applause from the other students. David Tyrell put his hand over his face to hide both the smile, God only knew how Roxie deserved it, and the look of horror as he knew she would be complaining to him.
But Azazeal grinned; it was his Kresa. Not just in looks, but in soul too. She had taken that little slut to pieces with just that sharp mind of hers, more effectively than any blows could.
The light in his eyes as he watched her amble out was not missed by either Thelma or Ella. Both realised that, for whatever reason, they may have finally found Azazeal’s achilles heel.
So, what do you think? I have chapter 2 if anyone wants to read it. Or I can leave it as it is.
This is my first Hex fanfic and is obviously based on the TV series, as well as some of the stories about Azazeal and the Nephilim I know a little about from research on the internet. I do not intend to rip off any other writer – and I don’t think this premise has been done before; but if it has I’m sorry, I just hope mine is different enough for it not to be too boring. But if I digress from theseries and stuff a little, don’t shoot me as I’m old and the brain (what little I have) is not what it used to be. Plus I might also change things to fit the story a little better –sorry. But that is what artistic license is all about! LOL
It’s going to be dramatic, romantic as well as fairly snarky/funny…in places anyway….. It is also going to be fairly fluffy, so if you don’t like romance and stuff please don’t read it!
All reviews, and constructive criticism, gratefully received – but no flaming please; and I will try to update regularly.
‘—‘ signifies thoughts.
“—“ signifies speech.
WARNING: POSSIBLE VIOLENCE LATER, SO READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL.
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WILD CARD
Chapter One – Ant
Lillith Chrisanti, or Ant to anyone who wished to continue breathing as abhorred her christian name, sat down at the table in the far side of the cafeteria in Meadenham Hall.
Her large opalescent amber eyes took everything in. Indeed those eyes caused more than a few members of the student body sleepless nights; such was their ability to make even the most pragmatic student think she could read their mind. She quickly bent her head and started reading her book while she devoured her lunch.
Ant found it all immensely amusing. After all, all those that dealt with her on a daily basis knew she was probably the most trustworthy plain speaking person they could meet; she’d always help you if you were in a bind and though she did ask questions, no one else would know your problem unless she felt it was necessary - and you knew she’d take the gorier details to the grave.
That said though, everyone knew she had a wicked temper; really brutal and very cold. No one had really driven her to completely losing the plot, though Roxie appeared to delight in trying, but they did wonder if Ant ever would one day and what the consequences would be.
David Tyrell came and stood opposite her “can we sit down?”
By now she was completely immersed in her book, ‘The complete novels of Sherlock Holmes’, and merely nodded.
“Ant?” David Tyrell was a calm, reasonable man but he had learnt extremely quickly in the 6 months she’d been there, not to call her Lillith, Lil or any name beginning with the letter L.
Oh, she had not said a word about it, but those amber eyes of hers went an almost lavender shade and he decided not to risk her wrath further after that.
Added to which she had lobbied hard on his behalf for him to get his job back, despite being offered it herself albeit temporarily, and he was grateful not only for that but for her loyalty “I want you to meet Isaac Crowley; he's Jo Watkin's cousin. He'll be staying with us while she's in hospital - wants to be near in case she needs him.”
Ant looked up briefly only to be confronted with a visibly paling Azazeal “Hey.” She muttered as he quickly regained his composure “you alright? You look like you seen a ghost?”
Before he could reply she suddenly saw an argument over his shoulder “OI! What have I told you lot about bloody fighting? If I have to come over there it won’t end pretty, trust me!” She called calmly, but with a hint of menace.
There was a mutter from the other table, and she quirked an eyebrow “I mean it Bryce Morgan, if that mashed potato leaves that spoon, I can just as effectively launch my fork into your backside by the same method. Understand?”
David stifled a smile; as did Azazeal, now also known as Isaac Crowley by students and faculty at the Hall.
“So” Ant returned her attention to him “why the vampire like palor? I know I’m no oil painting, but I normally don’t cause that much fear.” She thought for a moment “well, not unintentionally anyway.”
He dipped his eyes and smirked, that was her – if anything that sharpness was her; maybe with modern speech, but it was Kresa; the one he lost his place in heaven for. After generations without her, her soul had finally returned....….to him.
Leon came over “Ant? Can I have a word? It’s about my history homework.”
“You haven’t done it yet and you want an extension.” It was a statement, not a question and she spoke without looking up “Sure, have an extra 2 days - I know you been helping Ella. But if I see you at the dance tonight it will only be for an hour and there will be no excessive drinking and only if she's your date, understood?”
Those unnerving amber eyes swung up to him then; he swallowed and nodded, flashing a brief smile “Thanks.”
“Don’t thank me, I haven’t graded it yet.” She grinned then and her whole face lit up; causing Azazeal jealousy that it wasn't him she was looking like that at, he glared at the boy “go on, get off with you before I change my mind.” Leon moved away so quickly he almost evaporated.
She smirked ruefully “My way to work the students Isaac; be their mate to a point, and their worst nightmare the rest of the way.”
David chuckled “Well, you’re certainly the latter to most of them.”
“Yeah, undeservedly I might add – well, most of the time. Though to hear Roxanne Davenport tell it, you’d think I spent my nights slaving over a hot cauldron. At least I think the name she called me was a witch…..”
Again Azazeal had to dip his head to conceal the smirk, how he’d missed her - that fire, that disregard for the rules, for everything…………except him. She ate, slept and breathed him. He was the last thing she thought of at night and the first in the morning - she even dreamt of him.
Spence Thompson, another new teacher, replacing Jez, joined them “Still don’t want his job?” he gestured to David.
“Are you mad? Why do you think I pushed for his return? I did it for a month and that was 4 weeks too long mate.”
She grimaced and eyed the teenagers around them; Bryce Morgan once again aiming a spoon of mashed potato at his erstwhile companion Jake Hennessy – or ‘Dumb and Dumbest’ as Ant called them. She pointed at the two “Pass me a really crusty bread roll please Isaac?”
Azazeal handed one over, intrigued as to what she would do.
She hefted it slightly ”s’hard enough” she mumbled as she took careful aim and then lobbed it very hard at Bryce’s head. She got him dead on target.
“OWWW!” he rubbed the sore point and looked around accusingly “Who bloody threw that?!”
Ant stood up, her eyes slowly altered to lavender “I did. Next time I swear to God it’ll be the fork - get it?”
The boy swallowed “Got it.”
“Good. You know how I hate repeating myself.” She sat down “Kids eh? Can’t live with them, can’t eat them either.”
Spence chuckled and introduced himself to Isaac; who was staring intently at Ant.
“I see….so it wasn’t love of my teaching that made you lobby for my return Ant…” David interjected.
“It was pure self preservation David, abso-bloody-lutely.” She smiled.
“Ant, I’ve been meaning to ask – you know I took on Jez’s classes?” Spence put in.
“Yeah….and?”
“What do you know of the Nephilim and, more importantly, Azazeal?”
“Ye Gods, why do you want to know that? It’s a pretty obscure prophecy/legend….”
“It was in his lesson plan and to be honest I don’t know much about it.”
“You’re a vicar Spence….though granted it’s a pretty obscure piece of theology. Lord knows why he’d be teaching that.”
“Exactly, but something tells me you know about it, even if I didn't.”
“Well then grasshopper, listen to the ‘something’ more often because you’re right – I do. All thanks to my namesake.”
“Anthony? That’s your dad isn’t it?”
“No! Lillith – my Aunt Lillith, God rest her, she pegged it 2 years ago. But she told me a lot about them. For some reason thought I ought to know, though God knows why – it’s not like they’re here, and even if they were what the hell would they would with an ugly old bat like me?”
“You’re not old or ugly.”
“Spence, compared to the young bloods round here, I’m positively of Methuselan/Medusan tendencies – but thank you.” She smiled and Azazeal smirked.
“So, what did she tell you?”
“Well, the short version goes thus: Azazeal and the nephilim were angels in heaven. They did good works and were, for the most part, guardian angels to mortals down below – the likes of us in other words; personally on a side note I think my guardian angel has a tough time with me, but what you gonna do, resign?”
This time Azazeal had to put his hand over his mouth and pinch his lip; ‘she really had a sharp tongue. But she was right he had had his work cut out with her – that was why he’d loved her. She was always in trouble, always rushing headlong into life where…’ he smiled once more ‘angels feared to tread. And he had for the longest time – but she’d wormed her way around his heart, until finally he was hers’.
She was still talking "......anyway, they looked after mortals for eons – then one day they found women they could love; Azazeal in particular allegedly found his soulmate.
The book of Enoch – the supposed ‘lost’ book of the Bible said that a particular group of angels saw these women and spoke amongst themselves about taking them as their wives and having children with them But their leader Semyaz, thought to be Azazeal, by another name, said this "I fear that perhaps you will not consent that this deed should be done, and I alone will become (responsible) for this great sin."
But they all responded to him, "Let us all swear an oath and bind everyone among us by a curse not to abandon this suggestion but to do the deed." Then they all swore together and bound one another by (the curse); and they were altogether two hundred.”
She shrugged at the stunned faces of two of the men “My aunt was a stickler for memorisation of certain texts and I have a good memory. Anyway their presence on earth is also mentioned in the book of Genesis Ch.6:v4.
However as we know, God knows all and sees all. Makes you wonder what they were thinking by believing it a secret; I mean here we are, little scraps of nothing and we know God would find out and they, angels from heaven who are on first name terms with Him, apparently didn’t.” she smiled at the assembled table “Still, God was not happy as you can imagine and decided to take steps.
Their families were allegedly put to death as their offspring were supposed to be immense giants who near ruined the earth; some say that Noah’s flood was a direct result of their existence and that was why God brought it about.
But the damage was done and the knowledge was out and that’s why the earth’s in the state it is now; and the angels themselves were cast out.
Azazeal in particular was given a major hard time and here I quote “Bind Azâzêl hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dûdâêl, and cast him therein.”
And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light. And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire.” It goes on in that vein for quite a while, so you get the giste of it – that basically they were all caste down and stuff, but he was given the main smack upside the head. Help any?” No one saw Azazeal flinching as she recited his torture.
“Well, yeah – so they can’t come back?”
“I never said that – the legend/prophecy goes on; stating that the nephilim had schemed and planned their revenge against mankind and God during their time in purgatory.
Azazeal in particular was grief stricken at the loss of his love, some allege soulmate, and swore not only to never love again, but to bring about the eternal ruin of man.
It is said that a son of Azazeal would would be born to a mortal woman, and he would bring about our ruin and the release of the nephilim amongst us – this time intent on worse corruption and our ultimate destruction.”
“All in the name of revenge?”
“For them, probably – for Azazeal, definitely.”
“But it seems a little over the top.” Spence was intrigued.
“Well, I agree – but see it from his point of view. He lost the woman he loved, his children, and heaven too. I’d be pretty hacked off if it were me - but to wreak revenge on all mankind and heaven as well does seem a little……excessive.”
“You do not think he should take revenge for her, for himself?” Azazeal couldn’t help but ask.
“No. She is mentioned in some more obscure texts and comes across as a real tough nut. In a time when women were little more than so much chattle to the males of the family she really put up a fight with him. I don’t mean that he raped her” she added quickly at Spence’s look “but more that she was no easy conquest. When she gave in Azazeal would’ve been in no doubt she loved him, probably more than he understood.
Would she want the destruction of heaven and the blood of mankind on her hands? No. Would she want the same for him? No. I think she would want him to find some kind of redemption.”
“Do you think that would be possible? After all Enoch pleaded on their behalf and got nowhere.” Azazeal asked icily.
“That was over 2 thousand years ago. Like all parents God’s had time to calm down.” She smiled “I don’t see Him as a vengeful God. I never have; I think redemption is available to all but the most evil.”
“You don’t see Azazeal and the nephilim as most evil?” He was intrigued with her reasoning “You truly believe she would not want vengeance?”
“I don’t know about the nephilim – 200 souls, lost of otherwise, is too many to guess at. But as for Azazeal, no I don’t.
As to her: I’m not her; but if I loved someone as much as she is reputed to have loved him, I would not want all that blood and destruction on his hands, I wouldn’t.” she sighed “I know it’s wrong him wanting his cake and to eat it too. But what you going to do? Eat someone else’s?”
David chuckled “You have a way with words Ant, I’ll give you that. I think even the demons of hell would have their work cut out with you.”
“Yeah, well my mum says that I have a temper that would make hell tremble – so you may have a point there.”
Azazeal noticed large scars running across her wrists “You hurt yourself?”
She glanced down “no Isaac – to hurt yourself is to scrape a knee, to bang your head on a table; as I often do actually. This was a deliberate suicide attempt; I cut my wrists.”
“Why?”
“My husband died, then my beloved grandfather and then my best friend – all got a bit much, so I thought ‘sod it – why not join them?’ turned out the why not was because it wasn’t my time.
Aunt Lillith found me and got me to hospital quickly - another 25 minutes apparently, and I’ve have been too far gone to help.” She shrugged nonchalantly “crap happens as they say – just a shame I got dumped on by a bloody dinosaur turd.” She stood up as the other two men at the table started to laugh “what? It’s true!” she rolled her eyes at Azazeal “Honestly, can’t get the staff these days.”
She marched off and bumped into Ella “You alright? Feeling better now?”
The young woman nodded just as Roxie barged past and nearly knocked her over; before either Ella of Leon, who was hovering by her, could react Ant’s large amber eyes suddenly darkened to a deep lavender and she grabbed the other girl’s arm “I’m going to have to put you on report, which will mean detention missy.” She smiled humourlessly.
“Why?!” Rox was indignant “I haven’t done anything!”
“Well, the way you nearly knocked Ella over, I can only assume it was either on purpose or through the effects of alcohol – either way, detention tonight – my office.”
She went to walk away and then turned “oh and just so you know – I’m straight; so there’ll be no shagging your way to better grades, out of homework or detention like you did with Jez, alright?”
The cafeteria stopped dead as Roxie blushed furiously “Oh I’m sorry!" Ant slapped her forehead in mock horror "Was that a secret Roxie? Really, you should make it clearer when you tell your so-called friends things like you’re shagging a catholic priest for better grades, to stay out of trouble and here I quote ‘because you’re bored and he’s a challenge’. As the whole school knew I just figured it was 'in the public domain' as they say."
Ant shrugged lightly and then stepped closer to her, the malice in her eyes darkening them further “Oh and just so you know – leave Leon and Ella alone; and don’t even think about revenge on me, yeah? Otherwise you’ll find out just what a…..witch I can be.”
Rox’s face hardened and she arched an eyebrow “I never called you a witch…”
“Either way, you say it like it’s a bad thing Roxie – and you know what? It isn’t. I’d rather be either of those, than a pushover. Push me a little harder and you’ll find out what an ‘Icy Bitch Queen from Hell’ I can really be.” She quirked an eyebrow as the younger woman mutinously held her head high.
“Oh and also for the record I’m not frigid – merely waiting for someone that has more going for him than being male and having a pulse; unlike you. In fact, I’d even call the pulse part into question with your taste in men.”
The younger woman stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak “trouble is the walls have ears Roxie, walls have ears. Whilst I have a few friends, you have none dear – hangers on aplenty I agree; but no friends. It is only because of that sad and pathetic fact that I cut you any slack at all.”
She turned, grinned at Ella who smiled gratefully back, and left; to a round of applause from the other students. David Tyrell put his hand over his face to hide both the smile, God only knew how Roxie deserved it, and the look of horror as he knew she would be complaining to him.
But Azazeal grinned; it was his Kresa. Not just in looks, but in soul too. She had taken that little slut to pieces with just that sharp mind of hers, more effectively than any blows could.
The light in his eyes as he watched her amble out was not missed by either Thelma or Ella. Both realised that, for whatever reason, they may have finally found Azazeal’s achilles heel.
So, what do you think? I have chapter 2 if anyone wants to read it. Or I can leave it as it is.
