Authors: Matt Drabble
They had now reached the six figures,
they all held ground on a plateau above a large hill that reached up into the days clear blue sky,
their forms were indistinguishable as to sex or partly even shape, all were obscured by a radiant light that seemed to burn at Baines eyes despite the fact that he was not even here. The words of the six
began
to fill his thoughts as he observed, it soon became clear that this was
becoming
an increasingly tense
and aggressive
confrontation
. The object of the dispute seemed to emanate from the dome of light centered between the figures, the words that filled his head were rushed and strange, they seemed to flow in a language of emotions rather than an actual vocabulary. Baine felt their tug of war over the object, a breakdown of
an
agreement
and an uneasy pact between the parties. Their light seemed to grow stronger and denser as the conflict rose and grew, suddenly the day grew darker, the six forms immediately ceased their arguing, Baine felt an overwhelming fear pour from them, they were terrified, they were scared, they were discovered.
The day had lost all colour and light, the only illumination came from the
dome that lay between them, the air was heavy and crackled with electricity that Baine despite his transparent form found chilling. The dome of light began to rise toward the heavens, all of a sudden a figure from each side of the argument rushed forward, Baine felt the magnitude of their a
ctions, their ultimate betrayal, the sky roared with an explosion of anger that deafened the world. Suddenly the world detonated in a blinding white light that scarred the landscape, Baine tried
in vain
to
close
his eyes against the hot light that burned
through him and scorched the air.
Slowly his vision inched back into focus, to his surprise the earth’s surface remained intact, with the force of the explosion he had expected to see the ground seared black but everything seemed to remain the same. The only difference was a faded and jaded quality to the
day’s
colours, the sky was not quite as blue and the sun seemed to hang slightly lower without quite as much warmth.
“This was after”, the Tall Mans voice anger had been replaced with
a melancholy sadness that seemed to weigh heavily upon him.
“What was the object that you all fought over?” Baine asked.
The Tall Man left a long pause before answering, “How much did you understand?” he asked incredulously.
“That you and five others
like you took the item from an
other,
an
other who was superior and who was royally pissed when he found out”.
A ghost of smile appeared to enter the Tall Mans voice, “Yes, he was most irate”.
Baine had now settled on the ground, he sat on the plateau, surprised he felt the grass’ dew
seep into him, the view stretched out before him, unspoiled and beautiful.
“Since the beginning we served” the Tall Man began what Baine instinctively knew to be a long overdue explanation. “We were Gods chosen, we were his hands and his tools, we carried forth his word and his will, we only had one master and an army of subjects beneath us. The creation was long and arduous, forget what the written scribe tells mankind about the six days, it was in actuality eons of time that stretched before us seemingly never ending, but we had eternity and so we toiled. Eventually he became increasingly sure that the end was in sight, the world took shape, the colours grew and formed into coherent
shapes, sights and sounds became flesh and took their place amongst the creation. We stood and admired his design, we readied ourselves to take our place at the summit of his new world, our utopia, our
Eden
. However unbeknownst to us we were already betrayed, our love had been taken and abused, God had fashioned a new life out of the earth’s clay and every breath he placed into this figure, this man, was a dagger into the very heart of us.
We are the Seraphim, Archangels of God, we should sit at his right hand, we should hold this world as our own, and yet we were expected to yield to his new pets, his precious humans. There were those of us who could no longer stomach this treachery, there were originally six of us who decided to act, six of the Seraphim’s most senior members, Azazel, Samyaza, Lucifer, Raphael, Michael and myself
,
Gabriel. We six knew of Gods plan to hand
over our world
to mankind
, as six of the inner circle we also knew of God’s plan to remove us from here to sit once again as his servants in heaven, but we could not return after tasting the freedom of the world. All that we wanted was
the heaven that we had been promised
, we had served him loyally for millenniums, we only asked for what we deserved, what was rightly ours.” The anger and bitterness of Gabriel even after all this time was still
painfully raw
.
“God refused us our right, he would not even consider our requests and dismissed us from his sight, all of his time and attention was spent on man, his new toy, we were discarded. So we vowed to obtain what was rightfully ours, we made a pledge amongst the six of us to
recreate the world as heaven
. There is an object that holds all of God’s creation secrets, it hails from the soul of a man called Enoch
a direct descendant of Adam his first clay creation
, God took him as a scribe to record
366 books of his word.
God always liked to hear himself preach and talk, he loved to have those around him live on their knees in awe. Once Enoch had scribed his 366 books God committed the ultimate act of our betrayal by transforming him into an
Archangel
taking the name Metatron, upon his transcending Enoch’s s
oul became Metatron’s Cube. The
cube holds all of God’s secrets of creation, with this cube we could
re
construct
the world into
one worthy of us.
I took the cube from under the watchful eye of God as he sat immersed in his own arrogance, however
I
suffered
yet
more treachery as Lucifer led Azazel and Samyaza in what appeared to be another agenda. We
had
sought to create
a
paradise
on earth
, to live
and rule
mankind
in peace and holy harmony
,
to banish war pestilence and disease
yet unbeknownst to us there existed an order led by Lucifer known as The Grigori
. They had walked among the humans disguised as such, they indulged their carnal desires and lustfully ran with the human women, partaking of every immoral
act imaginable
and wished to create a hell on earth
.
We had the Cube in our grasp, I held its power in the palm of my hand, we were so very close, however God took this opportunity to rise himself from his self indulgence and smite our plans. We were all banished from his kingdom and disowned from his grace. Metatron’s Cube was taken from us and hidden away
somewhere on earth, all we know of its location is that it rests
in a place that we could never enter, God’s vengeance was petty and cruel, we were never to enter the gates of heaven again and God would never again acknowledge our existence nor speak our name.
Raphael, Michael and
I
formed the 11th Order to oppose the Grigori, we seek the Cube in order to return the earth to a prior time of Eden, a peaceful purposeful time of love and harmony.
The Grigori
seek
to obtain the Cube and
acquire
its secrets in order to reconstruct the world as they pleased placing thems
elves as its masters allowing themselves to wallow in the mire immersed in
their own filth. Over the centuries we have collected willing human recruits that we can alter to aid our cause as have they, the Nephilim are grotesque offspring’s sired between the Grigori and the human women, they possess increased strength and abi
lities, I believe that you met
such a child”. Baine thought back to his encounter with the s
hadowman in his apartment block.
“Why would this Nephilim come after me?
”
Baine asked.
“You my
child,
are a creature of prophecy” Gabriel countered, “You hold powers beyond your comprehension, you and only you possess the ability to retrieve the cube, to hold and
wield
its power. The Grigori search for the cube with as much desperation as we, only they would happily sever your hands to hold the prize. The Grigori seek to descend the world into their pit of darkness once again, to
spiral downwards into pain and despair and sit atop the carnage high as gods. We wish only to obtain a champion to spare the world this misery, you my son
,
are our champion, our guiding light to save mankind and
a
return to a time of Eden
”
.
T
he sky had now begun to darken as the night approached, Baine felt that his time here was growing short with the fading light, Gabriel’s words had grown quiet in his mind and Baine wanted all of the information before they were finished.
“So where exactly do I fit into the picture?”, Baine asked, “What am I ?, am I one of these Nephilim, am I one of your human converts?, I
know that I
have increased abilities yet I feel no connection to the world around me, I walk among the world but I am not a part of it
, after everything that you’ve shown and told me I should be screaming insanely from the rooftops, yet I feel no fear or panic only an acceptance that I have always known this”.
“You my child are another animal altogether” Gabriel’s voice
was growing faint and tired, “
You are a
direct
descendant of Enoch before he became the Archangel Metatron, a reward from God to his scribe, an indulgence to his favourite, in order to remain
,
you are to serve
as his tool, you are his sword and
a direct weapon
forged
of God’s right hand. God learnt his lesson of allowing any freedom of
thought or act, which is why you
are empty of memory and devoid of
any purpose other than his will. You carry out his resolve
through his emissaries on earth
,
when required;
your functions are to remove those that he chooses, some for reasons no more valid than his never ending vind
ictiveness and spite, before returning to slumber once again.
But I have awoken you my child, I can offer you a choice, a purpose of your own choosing,
a reason to walk your own path, the Cube will enable you to claim your own life, no more at the mercy of a master but your own man, freedom my child freedom.
I have searched the ages to find the descendant of Enoch for you, and only you, can grasp the Cube, only you can hold Metatron’s Cube, you can hold the fate of the world in your hands
and shape it to
our will. Think about the world that surrounds you, think about the pain and the heartache, the death and suffering, the misery and the hatred that permeates this earth, The Grigori have inched their way further and further into this world, their deception and
cruelty have led mankind down a myriad of pain. We can offer you a solution, a final solution, you can help us to return this world to a time and place without war and harm, a place of love and harmony, an
Eden
”.