Hassatan...anyway...time is moving away from us, so let me just get to the point of something you need to hear... - ...your Mother was just a vessel for my Father to seed - a compliant carrier... - ...you think you are the Son of God, because of Father's getting into Mary, don't you? - and this makes you what.... more special, more Divine? - but really, you are only and will only ever remain half of the being I am... - which makes you what... just the bastard Son of God?...
...and Jesus was still... - and he was in rage... - enraged by these words from Hassatan... - in a sudden the body of Jesus in an uncoiling movement came to its feet as he took three short steps away from the side of Hassatan - almost violently and as Jesus was going into his last step back, his right arm unwound as though he held a stone he wished to throw at Hassatan, and indeed he did throw out forcefully a powerful finger that whipped to the stiffness of a rod of stone, to point directly at the source of the words foul to Jesus...
Jesus...see Hassatan - you do lie, foul devil....
...as Jesus had bolted to his feet, during this sudden rage, his arm thrown out, an almost imperceptible drop of blood was flung from the finger of Jesus - launched like a stone from a slingshot - it flew from his hand through the space between them - arching through the space before me... - to stop, almost as suddenly... deep in the back of Hassatan's mouth - an impact of a small red drop - time went still to me - I moved slowly around the Hassatan - … the mixing of Human flesh with a Spirit... a seeming forbidden had occurred... the Lamb's Blood - mostly forbidden by other acts - but the reaction here was something else... - something unique... - … a reaction not expected - something else - the Spirit nature of Jesus now also went to the Hassatan... - Hassatan had not seen this drop - but a cough came forth - from him...
Hassatan...no Jesus, I only test the dead...and...
...Hassatan felt around his throat - his attention diverted away for the moment...
Hassatan...and... - what...what?...
...I went fully from clear into the Presence of them both taking Hassatan's attention...
Hassatan...oh, Paraclete, how good of you to join us...
...Hassatan coughed more violently...
Hassatan...I was just explaining to the latest favourite of God here...
...Hassatan again reached for his throat - a confusion showed in his eyes as they cast about - Jesus looked at me... - appeared to search back in his mind, then lifted lightly his head at me...
Jesus...I remember you... I was delivered from you to my Mother Mary...
...I did not expect such recollection, and for a moment drifted into a gaze upon him... - then the Hassatan coughed again, drawing my attention back to why I had come from clear...
Paraclete...if Hassatan it was as you contend, then have you forgotten the Nephilim? - those giants whose Demon spirits roam about - do you see any resemblance I dare you? - were Jesus not preconceived in my womb he too would have been born as like Watcher offspring... those fallen - and were it as you wrongly perceive, then would not God have violated against the mixing of Divine seed with the flesh of Human Woman? - no Hassatan... Mary was my carrier, a surrogate, but by which he is also flesh - Divine Flesh - through her sustenance, which We enabled, Jesus grew like humans do, to be born of me, your Father and the flesh of Man - a perfect Trinity of origins, never before seen in the Kingdoms...- ...so wake-up you foolish blind - he stayed in Human form the whole time and believed therefore that he was nothing else but Human - and you were fooled because you saw him grow slowly - which none here including you have done like he has, trapped in your infancy as you all are...
...my words of rage finished... - and the Hassatan, still, eyes red, his hands to his throat, appeared to be seeing through my being...- he gestured to me as though about to respond to me - but before he could - standing with hunched back... still, to begin with... then in sharp jerks Hassatan's neck began collapsing, convulsing - jerking, collapsing, as his body heaved downwards, then would pop-up again - bouncing it seemed - Hassatan did this fit many times, his legs growing lower each time - with eyes shot with colours unnatural, looking off high to nowhere in the distance - the Hassatan was appearing something crumbling with more and more shakes - he was falling on himself - then... he tipped and fell hard to ground with both hands around his throat, his body a constant shuddering, one of his legs kicking-out sideways, repeatedly...
Chapter 25: Hassatan Pleading
...Hassatan broke from the writhing, reached out to Jesus, then to me - he took a sharp laboured long breath as though having been suffocating - then some quick breaths - then...
Hassatan...no - no - no...' - he yelled while seeming to wrestle something from inside himself, then looking back again to Jesus and myself screamed - '...no, you don't want to do this Jesus... Paraclete.... - if you ask matters of me it is a mistake - you can't hear - you mustn't... - I, I, I know what will come if you speak...stop now...stop...leave and let me be... - leave... - Man...Mankind will be undone to Him...stop... - stop and away now...
...Jesus advanced slowly towards Hassatan and stopped a step from where the Hassatan lay on the ground twisting and squirming in anguish, in a pain I have never seen before consume an Angel, let alone an Archangel - Jesus lowered himself to crouch before Hassatan's face - turning his head slightly to one side, Jesus spoke...
Jesus... this was requested by our Father Hassatan - you who would have had me killed forever...
...Hassatan's eyes snapped up to lock into Jesus' - a look of confusion came across his face - his mouth at first opened but nothing came out, then slowly he uttered...
Hassatan...what are you talking about... you, you have been deceived...
...the face of Jesus seemed to still upon hearing these words - his eyes seeming to withdraw back into contemplation - he went to a seeming pause... - then around us swirls of light and dark entered from above us... the surroundings of the rock place begin to run into each other, falling away as they did like water running - the sun began dissolving away and we found ourselves enveloped in great rushing winds - black and grey clouds moved at speed between us - lightening cracks struck the ground around the Hassatan -Jesus was quick to his feet, backing away from Hassatan, back towards where I hovered a short distance back - and then in a moment of great powerful chaos... what had been consuming us disappeared in an instant... and there... we found ourselves back again, within the tomb from where Hassatan and Jesus had begun their words - again a faint light shone through the solitary opening high on the distant wall, but this time the faint light threw its soft beam over the Hassatan's form, still gripped in the throes of the blood moving through his being, he continued to writhe in pain and anguish, but now upon the floor of the place Jesus had been laid to rest only some earth days before...- with all his effort Hassatan started to speak...
Hassatan...He was one in my sights - to feel with Mankind - He...
...just then Michael appeared, coming from clear, drawing from the shadow - he shouted a command...
Michael...stop! - enough Hassatan- stop now - nothing more from you...
...and at pace Michael moved directly towards Hassatan, appearing to not see or to ignore us as he went... but then he barked as he proceeded...
Michael...you, Jesus, stand aside and stand back...
Chapter 26: Michael
...with his spear held level in his left hand, Michael crossed the tomb before Hassatan could clearly recognise who had come amongst us - then as Hassatan turned his head up from the ground to focus and then to see that it indeed was the Archangel Michael... before Hassatan could utter a word Michael drew his sword with his right hand swinging it mightily through the air in a great arc, to come down and stop at the neck of Hassatan - Hassatan froze the instant the fiery blade came to rest upon a large vein that coursed down his neck - a vein glowing red hot from his convulsions... - then Michael, while continuing to stare fiercely down at Hassatan, spoke...
Michael...the rest of the Seven have bee
n informed of what has befallen the Great Hassatan, but their intentions are unknown...' - Michael leaned his head towards Hassatan - '...no Shekina is going to protect you this time Accuser - you are stripped bare and growing more naked with every moment that passes - do you feel it Hassatan...do you feel his Spiritual Flesh work its way through you like the dead rot that works through a stinking corpse?... - the Lamb has come to claim you... by leeching you away....you are to be given up here, now... - it really feels foul I understand - I can see as much by the pathetic writhing of your Angelic being... - so Hassatan, how does it feel to feel that which you have come to love so much, this Man Creation? - do you, like? - come now, please, just a little scream to set the scene wouldn't go astray...' - Michael pushed his foot hard into the neck of Hassatan - '...come now friend, rest comfortable - we have a way to go yet...
...Hassatan let forth a gurgle - his throat appearing crushed under the sandal of Michael...
Hassatan...Michael - oh Michael - come to help your distressed brother...
...Michael bent his knee a little, then pushed his leg out harder into the Hassatan's neck - Hassatan's head rolled slightly against the stone floor, his eyes rolling back - a froth and guttural squelching coming from his mouth...
Michael...enough of your sick humour wretched one - I am here for answers and none of your smart earth talk - so let us get straight to the task Adversary, for time is short here... - now answer this and avoid the sinking of my sword... - weren't you here to prove by any deception that he isn't the Son of God, to create anarchy, anarchy in Heaven?...
...Michael flung his spear out to point at Jesus... - Hassatan moved his head a little and rolled his eyes to focus on Jesus... - then slowly brought them back to look into Michael's...
Hassatan...and that is exactly what some meant you to think Michael - others with different interests which, clearly, you have not identified yet - others who knew it was my role, as always, to test Jesus here, now, just like all the exceptional dead undergo the Judgment - they Michael, the speculators whom you listen to, they were betting I would show him to be nothing more than a Man - just another Metatron in waiting for his Father to shower him with Holies.... - they, and whoever they are is a matter for you to determine, they have interests in this Jesus not being made so - for were it so it would place at risk vast corruptions within your House, corruptions that have been going on for... well I don't know how long...
Michael...that may be so, but you did devise the creating of this soul's downfall, didn't you - admit!
...Michael then applied more pressure to the throat of Hassatan... - Hassatan gagged a moment, then snuck his head back a small space to free a little from Michael's foot...
Hassatan...and so nothing - I was out of here - sick and tired of our Father's history - his antics - His new favourites - no... no more for me... - but what you fear Michael, why you are, is because of your fear of rebellion, in Heaven, true? - and such could turn out to be true enough, maybe - but not of my creation, but your Father's - His - nothing I would care for, and anyway, how much time have I ever cared for your place, your Heaven ? - it's a place for bureaucrats, sycophants and fools - no, I was out of here until you came, once again, blaming your brother with another feast of your insecurities we are all meant to dine upon - sickeningly predictable - I should have seen this coming...
Michael...explain then the talk of open rebellion by your Powers in the corners and chambers of the Halls - your Powers may I remind you as Chief...
...Michael released his foot from Hassatan's neck, but his sword kept in touch to his throat - he slowly began to circle Hassatan, using his sword, it's point at Hassatan's neck, as his center... - but still the Hassatan writhed - gulping and eyes still rolling backwards as he did so, but still did he talk through his being's delirium... his tongue flipping in and out of his mouth strangely as he spoke...
Hassatan...and talk no doubt you do hear Michael - talk by others - talk that never did mention me as doing this or doing that, just talk - and talk by those who not knowing this creature here, this Jesus, are fearful of his likely elevation to sit with or above Metatron...' - Hassatan labouring to breathe - '...and all who have been talking have always known, as you have, of my given function as Adversary - to inquire into all who seek to be saved - and that talk went as far as what Michael ? - that I may have ended up showing yes, Jesus, like Metatron before he was showered in Divine gifts, that this Jesus is a Man too - and that is the fear Michael - open talk capable of being heard in the Halls from many who are fed-up with the prospect of a repeat performance, another mortal elevated above all else...
...he stretched his neck trying to swallow, to clear his throat of the foamy syrup that was running from the corner of his mouth...
Hassatan...and if you and yours could so easily hear these murmurs of dissatisfaction, why, I ask, am I responsible for those words - how ? - because some who have been heard happen to have me as their Chief, right? - come on Michael - were the whispers, the shadowy whispers, only heard from Powers? - answer me that...' - Michael looked to his left and down for a sharp instant - '...right Michael, just as I thought - get a grip on your paranoia and look elsewhere for your God given snakes - it could be as simple an explanation as just simple Angels - tired and fed-up brother Angels, who have served faithfully like none of this earth are required to - you, Michael, I suspect, have been deceived...and it wouldn't be the first time would it brotherly one...
Michael...they are your Powers Hassatan - yours to command - yours to take into battle - your responsibility...
Hassatan ..my responsibility? - for every thought and word from their beings? - oh Michael, grow-up would you... - no, it sounds to me brother that you already have a war in Heaven - one begun with tongues and not swords, not yet - but almost as sharply as they have cut across lines of loyalty, and sufficiently enough it would appear to see you here fashioned as a new saviour for peace within the Halls...and a task I leave to you brother... what is apparent is the size of opposition that it will take you and many of your most loyal to quell with more than tongues drawn, I mark you... - no, none of this is me - this is your Heaven talking brother - your realm speaking backing at you...
...Michael's eyes widened to glow white fire rage at Hassatan - he stepped in again with his foot, kicking as he planted his toes deep into the side of the Hassatan's neck, his throat choked for a time - Hassatan's form went into a spasm, seizing in what seemed an absolute of pain, then released itself as he wriggled his head, mouth open, to then let forth a yelling scream - fire sparks came from deep inside the Hassatan, rushing between the stone and Michael's heel... until his breath exhausted... a pause... then a deep drawing of breath drew the room into a small current of breeze... - Michael simply looked down upon Hassatan... unaffected... one cheek raised with a warmth of pleasure as he looked down... - Hassatan calmed a little into a small rocking motion as he lay on his side still under foot... face crushed one side to the stone floor...
...Jesus had fallen back to sit on the stone ledge Hassatan had previously talked to him from, a time before, where before Jesus was laid upon the near slab... – now Jesus, his elbows to knees, hands cupped about his chin, eyes wild open staring, flicking amongst the interplay... between these two apparent adversaries...
Hassatan...that certain pleasure in your eye Michael... my screams are not for pain, of foot, but Man - your sword risks extinguishing me back to both our origin - and to do so would also condemn Man - and this you know well - you only twist that edge because you hate me - can you feel his hate Paraclete? - look into this Great Angel's eyes Paraclete - he is deceived from his purpose and is lost in his ways - and he knows this... thus would he dearly love to break my seal with his edge - his anger... his bitterness... they are the beasts that lead him daily farther from where he wants to be - and so it goes...our Lord, fearful of Man, fearful of his Creation, and don't we exemplify this Michael - don't we... thus why you are kept so close by His side - to keep
one side clearly in check, for your confusions, your ego endangers all of what He has done - you child... - speak Paraclete, speak of what you see before you, speak...
...I could only look...
Hassatan...yes, I am that part of us Michael, of Him, that you truly cannot face without envy, so you fear me, which means you choose then to hate me for all of what I let you see of yourself...
...Michael breathing in deep, swung his head up to one side then, by an arc low, swung it down and up to the other side - exhaled... - then looked down upon Hassatan...
Michael...enough of your banter brother...
...withdrawing his sword from Hassatan's neck, Michael did, while keeping one foot firmly pressing Hassatan's neck to the stone, raised his right leg before slamming it down into the side of Hassatan's belly, plunging and pressing hard his gut out of shape, grinding his gut into the same stone - as swiftly Hassatan's leg shot out stiffly then went into a fantastic frenzy - his free arm on top also stiffened down his side, also turning into a frenzied spasm - Michael bent his knee before springing up then down, bring again the force of his being down on Hassatan's throat and gut - again like a squeezed animal Hassatan convulsed into an uncontrolled frenzy of pain and suffering... - Jesus gripped his mouth tighter by his cusped hands - a knock and jerk went through one of his knees and went through his arm, shaking his head - his body shivered - eyes wide in a terror of confusion - I did not know if the Jesus was about to leap at Michael, but until then he was in freezing terrors...
Chapter 27: Appearance of Sammael
...then sudden light showing Sammael fell quick through the dark, moving at Hassatan and Michael at speed..
Sammael...what the fuck are you doing Michael - you fool - you utter fool... you are destroying centuries of work … living centuries of wasted lives...
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