Tales of the Tiamat: by Dennis L. Siluk

A Short Novelette: The Tiamat: Demonic Stampede (all three parts)

2009-06-28T15:56:00.000-07:00

A Short Story in Three Parts

The Tiamat,
and the Demonic Stampede

((6820 BC) (part one of three))

The Tiamat of the Underworld

Tiamat's Equatorial Stars

Beneath the equatorial starsWhere once, warriorsTurned their eyes, to the deep, deepInto the deep green sea:
Lays a hovering legend—calledThe Tiamat, wicked and terrifying.
Waiting—frightfully waitingAre these ancient eyesFor the gigantic bulk—Of a demigod, to reappear.

Prelude

The author has written three books and several tales on the adventures of the Tiamat, and Sinned. Published in 2002, this being the first published story since. The story here takes place around 6,820 BC, with her antagonist being Sinned, a man close to the One God. The Tiamat’s cohort, being the demigods of Yort, and her sons: Untameable, the First Born, and her rivals Marduk, Seth, the Tiger Woman, the Ram demigod, and the White Brute Gorillas; Lucifer who had his dealings with both the Tiamat and Marduk, was at this time, at his forest temple, outside the city, thus, not involved with this happening, but he was well known throughout the city and had his own temple in Yort, a city fortress. It was the ‘The Age of Pride’ where men and demigods lived in the visible world next to each other.

The Story

The City Fortress of Yort, 6000 BC

Yort, harbour

Her hands were very quietly nervous. Sinned, understood why she didn’t care to talk about it, but she wanted to talk, had to talk about it. But she had come from the Great City fortress, Yort, to see him in Pergamum, to report what took place, was still taking place, at the harbour, in the city, near the woods, she came hoping he could be of assistance. She was here to report what took place by the demigods in particular, the Tiamat and her two sons: Untameable, and the First Born, and her cohort, Marduk, Seth, the Ram, tiger Woman, the White Brute Gorillas. King Thesas III, ruler of Yort was in a deep underground vault within the city, hidden away from the demonic battle and stampede.

Princess Fatemeh, the daughter of King Thesas III, and her mother, the Queen, Ellen sat by her side as they told Sinned the story you are about to hear:

“The boat was already to sail,” said the daughter, “had we not been down at the dock, I doubt we would have escaped; or had been able to get ready to escape.”
“Yes,” said the mother, “the queen’s boats always sail at forenoon on Friday.”
“Just prior to this time was a great upheaval that took place, a great rumbling sound, and then everything started to rock to and fro, even the dock rolled and started to buckle. My mother and I were on board the boat, leaning on the rail. It had lasted about a minute,” said the daughter.
“We both fell flat onto and into the water and had to swim to the dock,” said the mother (exasperated.)
“It is, as you know Sinned, a big wooden dock, but it nonetheless rolled back and forth, what was left of it. My daughter and I hung onto each other for dear life. I remember seeing several of our navy men clambering back up out of the water. We remained for the moment right alongside of the statue of King Thesas the I (near the harbour), the first Thesas of Yort, the one your father fought with so many years ago and captured the Great Macedonian Stone, that had the rules and the name of the One True God, on it, taking it from the Tiamat, and bringing it to Yort, and of course giving up his life for it. How proud we were of him.”
“What did you do when the shock was over?” asked Sinned.
“We were now ashore. We had to climb the hill to Yort, no one to carry us up, no horses or wheeled means of transport to take us. The dock was crumbled in places and great portions of the wood were afloat in the harbour. We wanted to have our King saved from this horrid disaster, only to find out he was hidden in the underground vault.
“As I was about to say, we got as far as the One God Temple, and it was caved-in.

The City and the
Stampede

“All the walls in the city had fallen down, in on themselves like a crushed and open dam…just demolished, crumbled, everything crumbled to the ground. The demigods were fighting one another, the Tiamat with Marduk, Seth with the Tiger Woman, Untameable with the Ram demigod, the First Born with some angelic force called Hawk (eye of the sun, a leader from the dark angels of the person house for angels, someplace hidden in the cosmos). The White Gorillas, among themselves,” said the princess.
Said the mother, a little airless, “There was nothing we could do, there was a big cloud of dust all over everything from the buildings that had caved in. Much of the city could hardly been seen, nothing clear, visible, and fires were breaking out everywhere, all over.”
“What were the people doing, how were they reacting? Did they pray to the One God? Run into any of the temples?” asked Sinned.
“There didn’t’ seem to be any panic. That was the strange thing. I didn’t see anyone hysterical at all. There was a family, by the Tiamat’s temple and it caved in all around them, and they were badly shaken, and the little girl came out crying, and there were a horde of others, actually drinking wine standing and watching from the great walls of Yort, but they just stood there, they didn’t move much. They looked as if they couldn’t move, as if they were in a semi state of shock, and of course nobody helped anybody, everyone looking out for themselves,” remarked the Queen.

The Escape

“How did you get back to the boat?” asked Sinned.

“There was a horse, military horse tied to a post nearby us, and finally the commander of the military took notice of who we were, said he knew you since he was a boy, gave us his horse, so we could get to the dock area and come and see you. We got to the dock finally, found some of our dedicated sailors and we come here. The fire from the city was going so badly, then the wind came off shore towards us, and we sailed away, an awful wind, hot wind for a while. We got to the dock here, and of course they couldn’t get a gangplank out, so we had to swim again to the shore,” said the daughter.
“We had to leave many of our servants in the palace as it was burning, alive with the fire coming on!” said the Queen Mother, with tears now coming from her eyes, “and of course all our treasures.”
“Yes,” said the daughter, “we had to leave the cooks, and housemaids, and just everything.”
“There was a woman on the dock area looking for her husband, had lost him. I didn’t recognize her; she said he was an officer in the Army. There was a young couple also, that lost a child, they had just gotten married, I briefly talked to them, to comfort them,” said the mother. When we got on the boat, we could no longer even see the shore for the reason that of the smoke. The captain had three boats launched on the far side of us, from the smoke and fires. It blocked some of the heat. It kept coming on though;” said the Queen, “we slept in the open air; it was all like a volcanic eruption.”
“Did the demigods cause a tidal wave?” asked Sinned.
“No.” said the princess, “there wasn’t any at all.”

Reverberations

(The Queen Mother, she was thinking about the Captain of the navy, and the four boats that had made it to safety with her, and her husband that was in hidden in the palace underground vault, her mind went back and forth to them, as she sat there explaining it all to the old Soldier of Yort, Sinned.)

“Some of our sailors had stayed up all night and day, fighting the Sea to get here, they are very tired,” the Queen Mother offered.
“Yes,” said Sinned, “to save their Queen and Princess, but I see nobody else, not one old woman, or child, there were lots of people in the dock area, in the crumbling city, by its inland waterways, too, Yort, has a big population.”
“We were all confused in the demonic stampede,” said the Queen, “you have a voice with the One God, He listens to you, speak to Him on our behalf to stop these demonic beasts, please; lest there be nothing of our city to return to.”
“What did you think when it all started?” Asked Sinned (inquisitively).
“Oh,” said the princess “we knew it was the demigods, but it was just that nobody knew it was going to be so bad. There have been lots of fights among them in the city, over who would be ahead of all the temples in the city, who would have the number one temple, since you left, or was ostracized by them, and of course the King could do nothing about it, for you had not obeyed them. His hands were tied.”
“It would seem that you and the King have a lot of work to do now, reorganizing,” remarked Sinned.

Just then a disciple of Sinned came out from a cavern, asked, “When will you be finished here, we’re retranslating a few of the complex words on the Mesopotamian Stone, your friends are waiting?”
The Queen and Princess listened, their ears odd for a moment. The Queen was very tired. Sinned got up, the daughter got up.
“You understand,” said Sinned (now a very old man).”
The disciple had started to walk back to the entrance of the cave; they had been sitting outside by the old ruins, where once the She-Ocean, one of Satan’s lovers and mates, had held up, where she tried to seduce him. And in time they actually became friends.
Sinned took a long look at the jewels and fancy dress the Queen had on, although drenched from her swim, and the many rings the Princess had on her fingers, several, then started to meet his disciple who was waiting by the entrance for him…

“Well,” said the Queen, “what can we do?” (Near desperation.)
“You just don’t get it, you and the king and the people of Yort, have rebelled against the One God, now he is trying to get your attention and I guess he still didn’t get it…maybe you need more pain, before He straightens things out for you…some people need to get hit between the eyes to get their attention. You come to me, yet do evil against the name of the One God.”

Then the disciple and Sinned started to walk into the cave, said the disciple, “Who’s going to write this story, you or me?”
“I don’t know,” said Sinned.

Short Story: No: 422 (6-24-2009).

The Tiamat, in:
King Thesas’ Weakness
((Part two of Three, to ‘The Tiamat, and the Demonic Stampede’) (6820 BC))

Oblivion - and the Tiamat

[Sonnet of the Tiamat]
Her mouth sunken with undying black blood The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips. Silently at night about the halls of Scheol Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood; The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor’s whims. O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides! The fallen demigod has mockery eyes! Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone From pre-history and to dawn’s eternal. She bellows as from Arch kingdoms, far below, As I stand here in wonderment and stare A sad gaze, who feels his soul eternal I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes! #512 [3/1/05]

King Thesas III

King Thesas I, was a soldier, warrior, and ruler, as was his son, King Thesas II, both now dead, both worthy of their thrones. Why was King Thesas the III, not like his grandfather, or father? Thus, a weakness to the great city of Yort, which he allowed demonic temples to be built, in fear of his life, not raising a finger when confronted by the demonic forces of the Tiamat, and her sons, Untamable and the First Born, Lucifer, the Ram,
and even Marduk.

The Queen of Yort had now left Pergamum where the Queen and Princes had asked Sinned for intervention, to stomp the onslaught of the demonic stampede, killing and wreckage, they were doing in the city of Yort, that was taking place, for demonic domination of the city, its people, and temples…

Nimrod, Sinned’s scribe, has just asked this question of Sinned, hoping he could explain it…

“King Thesas the III, comes from a noble family, as you know Nimrod; he has a reddish and dark brown beard, a low forehead, and walks with a slump like an older man, like a near dead man you might say, and he mumbles more than talks, with the accent of a hissing snake, an annoying whisper. He has thin, cold hands; perhaps his veins are too thin for him, although he can talk several languages.
“His grandfather was an old tyrant, but a good diplomat, and when the demonic underworld tried to make a dictatorship out of Yort, a revolution started throughout the land, and his cries were heard in the great heaves by the One God. The Tiamat was refused refuge by both, the underworld, and Yort, she and his sons were in exile, in the great woods beyond the gates of Yort, Ura’el the angelic being sent to tie the Tiamat and those with her, escaped.
“King Thesas the II said to me one afternoon, back when I was a soldier, ‘The straits, both the Dardanelles and Bosporus, must remain open to our ships.’
“He spoke with the belief and hardness of a warrior king, fifty, if not a hundred times on this, to the point of becoming wearied from not being understood. You see it had to do with trade, the livelihood of Yort, ‘and once the straits are closed to our ships,’ he went on ‘Yort is at the mercy of any and all the demonic beasts or demigods in the land, in particular in the Black Sea, were the Tiamat lives. We therefore, can have no safety, no freedom to develop, no security from her and her kind from invasion as long as our ships and dreadnoughts cannot enter the black sea, there is only one thing for Yort to do, not allow the demonic beasts to blockade it, and therefore to arm. She must build a fleet and carry the Great Mesopotamian Stone, with its sacred writings on it in the lead ship, the sacred words of the One God. Other than that, it means crippling of our productive power, by diverting it to build a navy, and we simply must do it.’
“So you see, Nimrod, the second Thesas, was as his father, a man of faith, military cleverness, and a leader. When he died, Thesas the III, was not invited to the demonic conference, outside of Yort, the Tiamat shrugged her shoulders.”
“And what came of that conference?” asked Nimrod.
“We are dealing with facts, with conditions that existed then, and because of them, now. Thesas the III was no diplomat did not have any national aims for Yort. He sees the problems, as they were under his grandfather and father’s realms, but did not produce a revolution to come off against the demigods; he knew the rivalry between his predecessors, and he tried to gain by treaties some advantages and securities, that later would have to be gained or lost by wars. But no wars ever developed, and the sacred stone was given to the Tiamat to keep, until I retrieved it, he never used its power, or prayed to the One God. During this time, the demigods invaded parts of Italy, and Greece, and India, and other empires around the Black Sea, but they wanted Yort, and they took it like cutting up whole salami, piece by piece, until they had the whole thing.”
“Yes,” said Nimrod, “the Tiamat and its horde were awful; I couldn’t believe the stampede they produced in Yort, when I heard it.”
“Isn’t it horrible?” Sinned said his chin in his palm, his elbow on his knew.
“But what produced such a coward?” asked Nimrod.
“Whose to say,” said Sinned, “but a fair guess might be, he was not from the same blood stock of his forefathers, and when he was a boy he was kept in dresses until he was thirteen years old, his father being in battle after battle, seldom at Yort to insure he’d be a great soldier some day, because his father always wanted him to be a great soldier. And soldiers make kings and kings make peace and wars.”
“So, whose fault is it?” asked Nimrod.
“It is not always the fault of the ax, but of the tree as well.”

No: 423/ 6-27-2009

The Tiamat, in:
Refugees from Yort
((Part Three of Three, to: ‘The Tiamat and the Demonic Stampede’) (6820 BC))

King Thesas III

Cursed by the Tiamat

The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’

And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!

Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)

The Stampede of the demigods were heard around the Mediterranean Sea, all the way to the Black Sea, to the land of the pre Hittites (the Catal Huyuk Culture, which did not survive past 5700 BC, but lived as far back as 7500 BC and shared the same blood as the Yorkites, but up and disappeared, an unknown extinction, it is was said, they disappeared about a generation after the disappearance of the demigods, sometime after a great flood, of which there were several in this area of the world, and after the death of Sinned); and the echo of York traveled all the way to Amazon Female Warriors of Konya Plain, to Kish, and Uruk, and Damascus. The Queen, Queen Ellen and her daughter, had asked for help from these pre-Hittites from Cappadocia and in eastern Anatolia. Offered them tons of silver, which was generally found in that area and mined, and sold to Yort, and throughout the region, and old world…her people were now persons in exile…

Upon the Queen’s arrival back at Yort, after visiting Sinned in Pergamum, within a matter of minutes it was already beginning to seem unreal, Princess Fatemeh by her side, and King Thesas the III, still in the underground vault. That would be the boom of their memories, in years to come, she was on her own. It does no good to go over the stampede again; the evacuation had started of Yort. Some twenty-thousand people take a long time to move to nowhere. Yort, and its outskirts were no longer a pleasant place. Ragged soldiers, mud-holes crowded with civilians, bundles laying abrupt, bedding, sewing things, babies, broken carts, all in the mud and the drizzling rain. There were more people piling up outside the gates of Yort, and no means to evacuate them, and no place to go. In the empty fields, and farm houses were the only places people could sleep, or down the dark side of streets, but even there were mud puddles, some too deep to go through, you had to go around them.
The Queen banged on doors, now in bare feet; she had only one blanket herself. It looked bad. Then she found Rufa, the son of the commander that knew Sinned, he had a platoon of some fifty soldiers with him and he was an officer. He had ten carts, and asked her, along with his soldiers, that evening to put blankets on those carts, and sleep in them, inside the fortress, waiting for word from the pre Hittites, to see if they’d assist in the evacuation, as the city continued to burn for a week.

“This refugee business was hell all right,” said the Queen to Rufa, who had been taking the wounded out in the carts outside of the fortress to be cared for by the others, and in the process the whole area was infested with the dying, and malaria, and no one able to kill the mosquitoes, and they were flying in the faces of everyone. The Queen and her daughter during these days, took big doses of sleeping potions, and repeated the process of caring for the wounded, as the Tiamat fought Marduk, and the other demigods, stomped through the city, on a rampage. Wherever the Queen slept, in the carts, in the farmer’s house, it was now all crawling with lice. Hungry lice, even the cots in the farm houses were full of lice. And Rufa, would say, “Queen Ellen, these fellows are nothing. You ought to see the real grownup ones!”
Madame Rosalina, a big CatalHuyuk woman, gave the Queen what little bread and wine she had, served in her small cramped dinning room, the queen still complain, said to her, “The room was lousy, Madame,” and she simply said back (cheerfully), “I agree it is, but it is better than sleeping in the road!”
“I agree that it is,” remarked the Queen, and the Queen went out with the Princess and Rufa, waiting for the tribal king from the East, near the Black Sea, to rescue them with food, lodging, and bedding, it was still drizzling, and the landscape still muddy and there was an eternal procession of humanity moving along the stone roads and ruins in the city and in the woods, aimlessly.
Many of the stream of Yorkites, were moving slow and sodden, fleeing peasantry south, to southeast, hoping to meet the CatalHuyuk leaders, with big wheeled bullock and buffalo carts, bobbing camels, trains and rains of people, a long stream, ragged, with rain soaked cloths. At one point, all the Yorkites were being routed to the east, to meet the Calvary of men from the CatalHuyuk lands. There was one ragged looking hungry farmer on the back of a cart, not allowing the Queen space to ride, and so she walked, she was too tired to demand, and becoming too humble to request, and Rufa saw this man, he was ragged, a farmer and he pulled him out from off the cart, picked him up and threw him like a rabbit to the side of the road. Kicked spuds into his side, smashed him in the face a couple of times, he shouted at the top of his voice, the man now had a bloody face, and wild eyes, not understanding what it was he did, and was allowed back into his cart, but only because the queen allowed it, and he made room for her. Nobody in the line of march had paid any attention to the incident.
When they had crossed over the bridge, between the boundaries of Yort and CatalHuyuk far-lands, they were greeted by the CatalHuyuk army, and the rains kept coming, coming, and coming. There was talk about a great flood in the makings, that Sinned had predicted one. The Queen accepted a glass of wine, from the CatalHuyuk king, “But what about my poor people out there in the road?” said the Queen.
“Oh well,” the king shrugged. “It is always that way with the people. They will be scattered, we cannot help them all, but you and your soldiers we can, under my command, and you as one of my wife?”
She stood up, straight and disheveled, looked toward Yort, and knew the king would die were he was, and the demigods would not leave until every brick was torn down, “Yes,” she said, “it is better than the street? Eh?”

No: 424/ 6-28-2009

The Tiamat, in: Refugees from Yort (Part Three)

2009-06-28T15:55:00.000-07:00

The Tiamat, in:
Refugees from Yort
((Part Three of Three, to: ‘The Tiamat and the Demonic Stampede’) (6820 BC))

King Thesas III

Cursed by the Tiamat

The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’

And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!

Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)

The Stampede of the demigods were heard around the Mediterranean Sea, all the way to the Black Sea, to the land of the pre Hittites (the Catal Huyuk Culture, which did not survive past 5700 BC, but lived as far back as 7500 BC and shared the same blood as the Yorkites, but up and disappeared, an unknown extinction, it is was said, they disappeared about a generation after the disappearance of the demigods, sometime after a great flood, of which there were several in this area of the world, and after the death of Sinned); and the echo of York traveled all the way to Amazon Female Warriors of Konya Plain, to Kish, and Uruk, and Damascus. The Queen, Queen Ellen and her daughter, had asked for help from these pre-Hittites from Cappadocia and in eastern Anatolia. Offered them tons of silver, which was generally found in that area and mined, and sold to Yort, and throughout the region, and old world…her people were now persons in exile…

Upon the Queen’s arrival back at Yort, after visiting Sinned in Pergamum, within a matter of minutes it was already beginning to seem unreal, Princess Fatemeh by her side, and King Thesas the III, still in the underground vault. That would be the boom of their memories, in years to come, she was on her own. It does no good to go over the stampede again; the evacuation had started of Yort. Some twenty-thousand people take a long time to move to nowhere. Yort, and its outskirts were no longer a pleasant place. Ragged soldiers, mud-holes crowded with civilians, bundles laying abrupt, bedding, sewing things, babies, broken carts, all in the mud and the drizzling rain. There were more people piling up outside the gates of Yort, and no means to evacuate them, and no place to go. In the empty fields, and farm houses were the only places people could sleep, or down the dark side of streets, but even there were mud puddles, some too deep to go through, you had to go around them.
The Queen banged on doors, now in bare feet; she had only one blanket herself. It looked bad. Then she found Rufa, the son of the commander that knew Sinned, he had a platoon of some fifty soldiers with him and he was an officer. He had ten carts, and asked her, along with his soldiers, that evening to put blankets on those carts, and sleep in them, inside the fortress, waiting for word from the pre Hittites, to see if they’d assist in the evacuation, as the city continued to burn for a week.

“This refugee business was hell all right,” said the Queen to Rufa, who had been taking the wounded out in the carts outside of the fortress to be cared for by the others, and in the process the whole area was infested with the dying, and malaria, and no one able to kill the mosquitoes, and they were flying in the faces of everyone. The Queen and her daughter during these days, took big doses of sleeping potions, and repeated the process of caring for the wounded, as the Tiamat fought Marduk, and the other demigods, stomped through the city, on a rampage. Wherever the Queen slept, in the carts, in the farmer’s house, it was now all crawling with lice. Hungry lice, even the cots in the farm houses were full of lice. And Rufa, would say, “Queen Ellen, these fellows are nothing. You ought to see the real grownup ones!”
Madame Rosalina, a big CatalHuyuk woman, gave the Queen what little bread and wine she had, served in her small cramped dinning room, the queen still complain, said to her, “The room was lousy, Madame,” and she simply said back (cheerfully), “I agree it is, but it is better than sleeping in the road!”
“I agree that it is,” remarked the Queen, and the Queen went out with the Princess and Rufa, waiting for the tribal king from the East, near the Black Sea, to rescue them with food, lodging, and bedding, it was still drizzling, and the landscape still muddy and there was an eternal procession of humanity moving along the stone roads and ruins in the city and in the woods, aimlessly.
Many of the stream of Yorkites, were moving slow and sodden, fleeing peasantry south, to southeast, hoping to meet the CatalHuyuk leaders, with big wheeled bullock and buffalo carts, bobbing camels, trains and rains of people, a long stream, ragged, with rain soaked cloths. At one point, all the Yorkites were being routed to the east, to meet the Calvary of men from the CatalHuyuk lands. There was one ragged looking hungry farmer on the back of a cart, not allowing the Queen space to ride, and so she walked, she was too tired to demand, and becoming too humble to request, and Rufa saw this man, he was ragged, a farmer and he pulled him out from off the cart, picked him up and threw him like a rabbit to the side of the road. Kicked spuds into his side, smashed him in the face a couple of times, he shouted at the top of his voice, the man now had a bloody face, and wild eyes, not understanding what it was he did, and was allowed back into his cart, but only because the queen allowed it, and he made room for her. Nobody in the line of march had paid any attention to the incident.
When they had crossed over the bridge, between the boundaries of Yort and CatalHuyuk far-lands, they were greeted by the CatalHuyuk army, and the rains kept coming, coming, and coming. There was talk about a great flood in the makings, that Sinned had predicted one. The Queen accepted a glass of wine, from the CatalHuyuk king, “But what about my poor people out there in the road?” said the Queen.
“Oh well,” the king shrugged. “It is always that way with the people. They will be scattered, we cannot help them all, but you and your soldiers we can, under my command, and you as one of my wife?”
She stood up, straight and disheveled, looked toward Yort, and knew the king would die were he was, and the demigods would not leave until every brick was torn down, “Yes,” she said, “it is better than the street? Eh?”

No: 424/ 6-28-2009

Cursed by the Tiamat (a poem)

2009-06-28T08:59:00.000-07:00

Cursed by the Tiamat

The Tiamat shaped her mouth
Saying to the Queen, “My servants’,
You, you Queen Ellen: the whore
To King Thesas the III
May say this to them,
‘Your God hats me—me!
And I hate them…
And if I cannot live in their city
And have to turn my face
To the seas, I will destroy Yort
Rain down on her—
Like a giant bird, a vicious fish,
And she will pour out her soul
Like showers of wheat.”’

And so it was, a stampede with the
Demigods of old, for domination
Of the city of Yort!

Note: 6-28-2009 (No: 2535)

The Tiamat, In: King Thesas' Weakness (part two)

2009-06-27T21:21:00.000-07:00

The Tiamat, in:
King Thesas’ Weakness
((Part two, to ‘The Tiamat, and the Demonic Stampede’)(6820 BC))

King Thesas I, was a soldier, warrior, and ruler, as was his son, King Thesas II, both now dead, both worthy of their thrones. Why was King Thesas the III, not like his grandfather, or father? Thus, a weakness to the great city of Yort, which he allowed demonic temples to be built, in fear of his life, not raising a finger when confronted by the demonic forces of the Tiamat, and her sons, Untamable and the First Born, Lucifer, the Ram,
and even Marduk.

The Queen of Yort had now left Pergamum where the Queen and Princes had asked Sinned for intervention, to stomp the onslaught of the demonic stampede, killing and wreckage, they were doing in the city of Yort, that was taking place, for demonic domination of the city, its people, and temples…

Nimrod, Sinned’s scribe, has just asked this question of Sinned,
hoping he could explain it…

“King Thesas the III, comes from a noble family, as you know Nimrod; he has a reddish and dark brown beard, a low forehead, and walks with a slump like an older man, like a near dead man you might say, and he mumbles more than talks, with the accent of a hissing snake, an annoying whisper. He has thin, cold hands; perhaps his veins are too thin for him, although he can talk several languages.
“His grandfather was an old tyrant, but a good diplomat, and when the demonic underworld tried to make a dictatorship out of Yort, a revolution started throughout the land, and his cries were heard in the great heaves by the One God. The Tiamat was refused refuge by both, the underworld, and Yort, she and his sons were in exile, in the great woods beyond the gates of Yort, Ura’el the angelic being sent to tie the Tiamat and those with her, escaped.
“King Thesas the II said to me one afternoon, back when I was a soldier, ‘The straits, both the Dardanelles and Bosporus, must remain open to our ships.’
“He spoke with the belief and hardness of a warrior king, fifty, if not a hundred times on this, to the point of becoming wearied from not being understood. You see it had to do with trade, the livelihood of Yort, ‘and once the straits are closed to our ships,’ he went on ‘Yort is at the mercy of any and all the demonic beasts or demigods in the land, in particular in the Black Sea, were the Tiamat lives. We therefore, can have no safety, no freedom to develop, no security from her and her kind from invasion as long as our ships and dreadnoughts cannot enter the black sea, there is only one thing for Yort to do, not allow the demonic beasts to blockade it, and therefore to arm. She must build a fleet and carry the Great Mesopotamian Stone, with its sacred writings on it in the lead ship, the sacred words of the One God. Other than that, it means crippling of our productive power, by diverting it to build a navy, and we simply must do it.’
“So you see, Nimrod, the second Thesas, was as his father, a man of faith, military cleverness, and a leader. When he died, Thesas the III, was not invited to the demonic conference, outside of Yort, the Tiamat shrugged her shoulders.”
“And what came of that conference?” asked Nimrod.
“We are dealing with facts, with conditions that existed then, and because of them, now. Thesas the III was no diplomat did not have any national aims for Yort. He sees the problems, as they were under his grandfather and father’s realms, but did not produce a revolution to come off against the demigods; he knew the rivalry between his predecessors, and he tried to gain by treaties some advantages and securities, that later would have to be gained or lost by wars. But no wars ever developed, and the sacred stone was given to the Tiamat to keep, until I retrieved it, he never used its power, or prayed to the One God. During this time, the demigods invaded parts of Italy, and Greece, and India, and other empires around the Black Sea, but they wanted Yort, and they took it like cutting up whole salami, piece by piece, until they had the whole thing.”
“Yes,” said Nimrod, “the Tiamat and its horde were awful; I couldn’t believe the stampede they produced in Yort, when I heard it.”
“Isn’t it horrible?” Sinned said his chin in his palm, his elbow on his knew.
“But what produced such a coward?” asked Nimrod.
“Whose to say,” said Sinned, “but a fair guess might be, he was not from the same blood stock of his forefathers, and when he was a boy he was kept in dresses until he was thirteen years old, his father being in battle after battle, seldom at Yort to insure he’d be a great soldier some day, because his father always wanted him to be a great soldier. And soldiers make kings and kings make peace and wars."

“So, whose fault is it?” asked Nimrod.
“It is not always the fault of the ax, but of the tree as well.”

No: 423/ 6-27-2009

The Tiamat, and the Demonic Stampede

2009-06-24T21:12:00.001-07:00

A Short Story

The Tiamat,
and the Demonic Stampede

(6820 BC)

The Tiamat of the Underworld

Prelude

The author has written three books and several tales on the adventures of the Tiamat, and Sinned. Published in 2002, this being the first published story since. The story here takes place around 6,820 BC, with her antagonist being Sinned, a man close to the One God. The Tiamat’s cohort, being the demigods of Yort, and her sons: Untameable, the First Born, and her rivals Marduk, Seth, the Tiger Woman, the Ram demigod, and the White Brute Gorillas; Lucifer who had his dealings with both the Tiamat and Marduk, was at this time, at his forest temple, outside the city, thus, not involved with this happening, but he was well known throughout the city and had his own temple in Yort, a city fortress. It was the ‘The Age of Pride’ where men and demigods lived in the visible world next to each other.

The Story

Yort, harbour

Her hands were very quietly nervous. Sinned, understood why she didn’t care to talk about it, but she wanted to talk, had to talk about it. But she had come from the Great City fortress, Yort to see him in Pergamum, to report what took place, was still taking place, at the harbour, in the city, near the woods, she came hoping he could be of assistance. She was here to report what took place by the demigods in particular, the Tiamat and her two sons: Untameable, and the First Born, and her cohort, Marduk, Seth, the Ram, tiger Woman, the White Brute Gorillas. King Thesas III, ruler of Yort was in a deep underground vault within the city, hidden away from the demonic battle and stampede.

Princess Fatemeh, the daughter of King Thesas III, and her mother, the Queen, Ellen sat by her side as they told Sinned the story you are about to hear:

“The boat was already to sail,” said the daughter, “had we not been down at the dock, I doubt we would have escaped; or had been able to get ready to escape.”
“Yes,” said the mother, “the queen’s boats always sail at forenoon on Friday.”
“Just prior to this time was a great upheaval that took place, a great rumbling sound, and then everything started to rock to and fro, even the dock rolled and started to buckle. My mother and I were on board the boat, leaning on the rail. It had lasted about a minute,” said the daughter.
“We both fell flat onto and into the water and had to swim to the dock,” said the mother (exasperated.)
“It is, as you know Sinned, a big wooden dock, but it nonetheless rolled back and forth, what was left of it. My daughter and I hung onto each other for dear life. I remember seeing several of our navy men clambering back up out of the water. We remained for the moment right alongside of the statue of King Thesas the I (near the harbour), the first Thesas of Yort, the one your father fought with so many years ago and captured the Great Macedonian Stone, that had the rules and the name of the One True God, on it, taking it from the Tiamat, and bringing it to Yort, and of course giving up his life for it. How proud we were of him.”
“What did you do when the shock was over?” asked Sinned.
“We were now ashore. We had to climb the hill to Yort, no one to carry us up, no horses or wheeled means of transport to take us. The dock was crumbled in places and great portions of the wood were afloat in the harbour. We wanted to have our King saved from this horrid disaster, only to find out he was hidden in the underground vault.
“As I was about to say, we got as far as the One God Temple, and it was caved-in.

The City and the
Stampede

“All the walls in the city had fallen down, in on itself like a crushed and open dam…just demolished, crumbled, everything crumbled to the ground. The demigods were fighting one another, the Tiamat with Marduk, Seth with the Tiger Woman, Untameable with the Ram demigod, the First Born with some angelic force called Hawk (eye of the sun, a leader from the dark angels of the person house for angles, someplace hidden in the cosmos). The White Gorillas, among themselves,” said the princess.
Said the mother, a little airless, “There was nothing we could do, there was a big cloud of dust all over everything from the buildings that had caved in. Much of the city could hardly been seen, nothing clear, visible, and fires were breaking out everywhere, all over.”
“What were the people doing, how were they reacting? Did they pray to the One God? Run into any of the temples?” asked Sinned.
“There didn’t’ seem to be any panic. That was the strange thing. I didn’t see anyone hysterical at all. There was a family, by the Tiamat’s temple and it caved in all around them, and they were badly shaken, and the little girl came out crying, and there were a horde of others, actually drinking wine standing and watching from the great walls of Yort, but they just stood there, they didn’t move much. They looked as if they couldn’t move, as if they were in a semi state of shock, and of course nobody helped anybody, everyone looking out for themselves,” remarked the Queen.

The Escape

“How did you get back to the boat?” asked Sinned.

“There was a horse, military horse tied to a post near by us, and finely the commander of the military took notice of who we were, said he knew you since he was a boy, gave us his horse, so we could get to the dock area and come and see you. We got to the dock finally, found some of our dedicated sailors and we come here. The fire from the city was going so badly, then the wind came off shore towards us, and we sailed away, an awful wind, hot wind for a while. We got to the dock here, and of course they couldn’t get a gangplank out, so we had to swim again to the shore,” said the daughter.
“We had to leave many of our servants in the palace as it was burning, alive with the fire coming on!” said the Queen Mother, with tears now coming from her eyes, “and of course all our treasures.”
“Yes,” said the daughter, “we had to leave the cooks, and housemaids, and just everything.”
“There was a woman on the dock area looking for her husband, had lost him. I didn’t recognize her; she said he was an officer in the Army. There was a young couple also, that lost a child, they had just gotten married, I briefly talked to them, to comfort them,” said the mother. When we got on the boat, we could no longer even see the shore on accord of the smoke. The captain had three boats launched on the far side of us, from the smoke and fires. It blocked some of the heat. It kept coming on though;” said the Queen, “we slept in the open air; it was all like a volcanic eruption.”
“Did the demigods cause a tidal wave?” asked Sinned.
“No.” said the princess, “there wasn’t any at all.”

Reverberations

(The Queen Mother, she was thinking about the Captain of the navy, and the four boats that had made it to safety with her, and her husband that was in hidden in the palace underground vault, her mind went back and forth to them, as she sat there explaining it all to the old Soldier of Yort, Sinned.)

“Some of our sailors had stayed up all night and day, fighting the Sea to get here, they are very tired,” the Queen Mother offered.
“Yes,” said Sinned, “to save their Queen and Princess, but I see nobody else, not one old woman, or child, there were lots of people in the dock area, in the crumbling city, by its inland waterways, too, Yort, has a big population.”
“We were all confused in the demonic stampede,” said the Queen, “you have a voice with the One God, He listens to you, speak to him on our behalf to stop these demonic beasts, please; lest there be nothing of our city to return to.”
“What did you think when it all started?” Asked Sinned (inquisitively).
“Oh,” said the princess “we knew it was the demigods, but it was just that nobody knew it was going to be so bad. There have been lots of fights among them in the city, over who would be ahead of all the temples in the city, who would have the number one temple, since you left, or was ostracized by them, and of course the King could do nothing about it, for you had not obeyed them. His hands were tied.”
“It would seem that you and the king have a lot of work to do now, reorganizing,” remarked Sinned.

Just then a disciple of Sinned’s came out from a cavern, asked, “When will you be finished here, we’re retranslating a few of the complex words on the Mesopotamian Stone, your friends are waiting?”
The Queen and Princess listened, their ears odd for a moment. The Queen was very tired. Sinned got up, the daughter got up.
“You understand,” said Sinned (now a very old man).”
The disciple had started to walk back to the entrance of the cave; they had been sitting outside by the old ruins, where once the She-Ocean, one of Satan’s lovers and mates, had held up, where she tried to seduce him. And in time they actually became friends.
Sinned took a long look at the jewels and fancy dress the Queen had on, although drenched from her swim, and the many rings the Princess had on her fingers, several, then started to meet his disciple who was waiting by the entrance for him…

“Well,” said the Queen, “what can we do?” (Near desperation.)
“You just don’t get it, you and the king and the people of Yort, have rebelled against the One God, now he is trying to get your attention and I guess he still didn’t get it…maybe you need more pain, before he straightens things out for you…some people need to get hit between the eyes to get their attention. You come to me, yet do evil against the name of the One God.”

Then the disciple and Sinned started to walk into the cave, said the disciple, “Who’s going to write this story, you or me?”
“I don’t know,” said Sinned.

Short Story: No: 422 (6-24-2009).

The Macabre Dreams of the Tiamat's Son, and His Death

2008-01-03T15:24:00.001-08:00

The Macabre Dreams the Tiamat’s Son

((From the Journals of the Demonic, called: “The Aeon -Shadows”) (Part VI))

Unfortunately, I must narrate this following story, or tale of the First Born, for it is of a dream he had while in the Chamber within the crust of the earth, when he fell feet first, into it after following the demon, and I would prefer he tell it. I say, I must narrate it, for he did not put it into his diary, and you, I’m sure would be interested in it, and he no longer can or will tell it, and so I am left to the challenge, so bear with me please.

To be upfront right from the beginning, I’m not sure if anyone knew how the dreams came about, they just did, and so real they seemed to the First Born. In the dream he was restless, back home in the forest with his mother, back when Yort, the great city of Asia Miner was in its infancy, when his mother had temples within those thick walls, when life in general was becoming intolerable for him. Within his head each day seemed like a war just to make it through, hidden thoughts came out, they were dark thoughts, and sounds of such. He could even hear the ants talk, and the cricket’s feet move, sounds no one else could hear, perhaps it was this shack, he told himself, for he did not know he was in a Macabre dream at the time, that was in 6000 BC.
He could even hear the babbling and madness of two grasshoppers in a state of fury. Later on in life he would contemplate if this really was a dream, or if it was real. But for me and you, to the best of my knowledge it was a dream, but you would never convince the First Born of this. In any case, ghoulish hints came to mind for him, thus, feeling mental tension, that these creatures, and sounds were magic, hoary magic from those who wished to do his mother harm, and perhaps him, if indeed he became a liability, or got in the way. She was the beast of the world you know, most all feared her. When he had woken up from the dream, he swore it could not be of his imagination. Dubious old forbidden secrets he knew, or he said he knew, from the sounds he heard.
He told his mother this, but she laughed, saying in jest, “Are you now my consulting savior?” Thus, she took no precautions as he beggared her to do, for the insects were talking about a battle to be, between Murdock and her, both mighty warriors, and supposedly, they heard Murdock talk behind her back to whomever, a ghoul I suppose.
It was not unusual for the First Born to believe in such things, he believed in stranger things in his younger days, it was queer thought, that he expressed them to his mother. And of course her advice was to hush up. The First Born could not have told her what he expected to happen, he did not know, and if he would have said, she was to be mangled in a great battle, he may had come out headless after the speech.
The First Born studied this dream for a long while, finding an accessible spot in the forest where he could think clear headed. When his mother spotted him in the forest thinking, she asked, “Do you have a touch of brain favor, dreams begin early in the night, and curious devils come and affect you, bleak they are in winter, but they still come slanting their evil, think no more of them, they are simply annoying, endurable, but annoying?”
But the First Born felt beyond his sanity laid the answer. Perhaps he was thinking too much, he was hear way too much; and possible he found a window where he could descend within his dreams—escape the realities of life, using his sensitivity, and his incredible senses hearing all such details. Ye it caused him panic, gravitational panic.

In Times to Come
From the: ‘Tablet of Destinies’

Marduk, son of Ea in times yet to come, took arrows, spears and clubs and killed the Tiamat, slicing her in half, his ambitions were to become king of the gods. Marduk was the chosen champion of the gods. It was the Tiamat that gave birth to the first generation of gods (thalassa).

Death of the Tiamat’s First Born
((From the Journals of the Demonic, called: “The Aeon -Shadows”) (Part V)

There was much controversy on how the First Born died, I shall challenge all these tales, and hesitantly tell you the nervous truth, if not shocking. Tiamat was the "ultimate" personification of a salt water beast, a god, a freak of nature, who roared and smote in the chaos of original creation. She was older than time itself, and had many children. She had many offspring, in particular those that came from the sea, giant offspring, giant sea serpents, and storm demons, fish-men, scorpion-men and many others. Perhaps that is why the demon of the desert hated the First Born; his mother could have been the Tiamat, envy, jealousy, and revenge is in most living things. In any case, the First Born was named just that because he was born above the waters, on the surface. Simple as that; she had a lover, Kingu, but I shall not get into that, it is neither here or there, it just was. But let me get back to the premise.
Chance has shown herself capable of many odd things, but it wasn’t chance that killed the First Born, more will one find the truth in his diary, clearly he had a flare for dramatics, and a swollen imagination that could arouse the spirits of the dead.
After visiting Egypt, he had come back to the city Yort, and got deeply involved with his mother’s occult life, he may have even become a deity for worship in her temple, contrary to his diary, that makes him guilt free of all destined reflections.
But I have examined his live thoroughly, taken all my evidence, and put them into theories, and came out with what I feel the obsolete, undisputed correct one, undoubtedly, a genuineness piece of work, on my part. There was fear on his face when he died, fanatical. I saw it, or I should say, his remains, which are mummified.

Lahum, first born, son to Apsu, and the Tiamat, they mated. For the most part, he looked like a snake, and could, and did appear to humans as a bearded man; for he was called hairy in his time. There was a dispute between the two brothers, of different fathers, and the First Born would not return to his Egypt, and Lahum, now as recognized in the city as Marduk’s favorite, as was he to the Tiamat. Anshar, s sibling to Lahum, saw this dispute, he was a sky god of sorts (this was the second generation of gods, the Tiamat being of the first). During the region of Sargon II (in what is now known as ancient Mesopotamia), was cast into stone, framed into Babylonia stone, in the year 689-627 BC.

How he eventually escaped, is another story, but he did, for he wrote the diary did he not, but it was not until late in his life did he write the diaries called “The Aeon -Shadows”

Interlude
And afterwards by the Narrator

I was only going to make part I the end of the story at that, and then came part II, and somehow I got to part III, where we are at now, and this Interlude. Then I got thinking: The First Born has learned many things in life up to this point, unwillingly perhaps, and even unconsciously, but learn he did, all the same. Such as, he did take the first step that ultimately led to the second, and into what he had planned in the first place, to go beyond the forest, to seek out new adventures, life up in his tree tower was becoming boring, if you recall. You see he had a plan, but he wanted to escape it, but life does not always allow this to happen, thus, he was forced to go forward in it. And life should have a plan, and let’s hope it is in agreement with you. Second, he was braver than he thought. He fought the Mantocore, not because he wanted to, but to survive he had to. Fear grips us, but it does not have to paralyze us. Fear can be good; I would think if one had no fear, he was crazy, dangerous, or foolish. Well this is not where it all stops, it perhaps is somewhere in the beginning of the First Born’s beginning to understand life in it’s fullest. Third he thought, because he was of the same race of the demonic creature that came to greet him, that the creature would be un-hostile to him, you know—like: kind to kind; that how could things get worse, but by following the demon, they did get worse, it of course made him think, but it was after the fact. You see, in life, if ,you let folks take control of it, they do just that, and it is normally not for the betterment of you. Oh well, he is learning is he not, the hard way, the way I suppose I learned. And should we go on to a next episode, I dare say, what he could learn. Forth, he ended up in a chamber underground, like a tomb of sorts. And again he meets fate, which is the big spider. When I use the word fate, I do not mean it lightly, he was bound to, after following the demon, what did he expect, a place with slaves from a demon, perhaps so, sometimes we just get on the wrong track, and think good can come out of bad. Oh well, he learned again, things do not work that way. And so he fought the spider, but he did not give up hope, and he found a way out. Often times this happens, if only we look, and grab opportunities. If we let them pass us by, we simply do not deserve them in the first place, or so I feel. Anyhow we are at a new juncture, and I am contemplating if I should plan a new episode, it was not in my plans in the first place, but you see, plans like life, change. Let me also add, in part IV, perhaps in this ongoing story, the First Born knew more than what I thought; for what I learned was that premonitions are given for reasons, and dreams can be more than dreams. And if the imagination can dream it up, perhaps there is more truth to it, than the eye can see. So yes, I have learned from the First Born also.

Parts IV and V were written on 1-3-2008, as Part II and III on the 2nd of January, and part I on the first. The last two parts, are mostly told by the narrator, and for good reason, the main character demands it to be so. But the First Born has learned dreaming is more than dreams, and death lingers on each page, of the unwritten book of life. In part four, envy and jealousy are involved here, with sibling rivalry. It is not uncommon, and often we the older generations find our kids that went off to change the world, came back, changed, and not the world. And often times they find things do not remain the same upon their return. And so a word to the wise, what you shun now, maybe shunned back at you later, so the First Born had to face. Restlessness in no excuse to walk away from what is called family, if you do, one must count the price, for there is always a price to pay; it might be wiser to leave the rock as it is or was, why move it? There are usually more worms gathered there since last you saw it.

Note: The First Born looked very much, if not identical to the mother Tiamat, one can see it by the drawing I did on the internet, under the Tiamat series. Or check my site to see if my wife put the drawing on it for me.

(1-3-2008)

Reminiscences of the Tiamat's Son: Parts II & III "Atop the Tempest"

2008-01-02T19:41:00.000-08:00

Reminiscences
Of the Tiamat’s First Born
((From a Journal of the Demonic) (Part II))

Atop the Tempest

Amduscias

There was a windstorm in the air on the night I escaped the Great Forest of Yort, into the deserted land of what now is called Syria, a tempest of a storm gas coming, and I was heading into its lurking middle. I was alone; perhaps I was foolish, thinking the love of adventure mixed with the unknown, and my grotesque looks, would save me from strange horrors to be, yet this was not a heroic poem in literature, this was muscular domination in a ghastly exploration I was attempting, and fitness was predominate in survival, it was what was needed in facing this new world. And this was my first test.
I was no longer in an eldritch panic, the nightmare of the Mantocore and the wild dogs was over; death was no longer creeping up and own my spine, setting in place, in patches—chills. My mother was surely not going to search for me; she had her worshipers in Yort, the great city of Asia Miner that is what was important to her. The truths of the matter was, was that I had to bear the truth, bear it alone, or face the world to be in fear and become mad in the process.
“Now that I am telling my story, writing it down in this journal, lest the threatening of gloom make me crazy, thus, it seems to quiet my nerves somewhat, I shall bear this tempest as I have in all previous manners, with spectral and desolated primeval, sinister—and perhaps a little twisted fear, hidden fear, for fear can swell the skull to gigantic proportions, and the tempest to be, in front of me is no more than a shadow on the chimney.”

This is how I described it, but in much more detail and with many horrors, but I somehow lost the official account, so I shall tell it from memory again. After a moment I detached from my fear, the atmosphere was in a stir and oddly facing me like a tempest with a heap of gushing wind, and blinding sand, a few minutes more and the dispersal of the insides of these winds, terrible winds, would suffocate me, it, or they, would have to face. At this moment, rocks flew by me, hit me, and bruised me.
So on this spring afternoon, a distant rumble came, the silent night I had come out of was trampled, it reached me, the sand blasts were like beams of electric torches, shocking my body, feeble I became, and the wind shifted me about like a pile of camel dung; yet I did not hesitate, I ran for a resolution, I ran blindly into the wind, into its center core, I heard the death demon, call me from it, the one my mother said is vaporous and has pestilence, but what did I care, I was of his kind, but with flesh. Hence, I was next to him now (he gave his name as: Amduscias), next to him in the center of the storm I stood; subtly, he sat on a seat, as the tempest circled all around us.
As the stormed muffled thunder, and got louder, I could not make out any details of what he was trying to tell me. Next he stood up, we now stood side by side, and out of the sky he pulled a rope ladder. I thought, this might be our potential escape, but where to? I did not think, judging him at this moment was to my advantage, he somehow was protecting me or so it seemed at the time, as the approaching winds were folding into the core, in a minute I would be part of this storm, or somehow take this window of opportunity, he was offering me, if indeed he was offering anything. It is probing how intently I watched his every move, and him holding that rope ladder.
Never before had the face of evil, even though I am evil, but a face more evil than myself, so poignantly had browbeaten me, to the point I was happy to see it. But I had learned you do not trust demons, they lie, and it is part of their nature to do so. And they do not have mercy per se; again it is part of their natural world, and history.
The windstorm was a world of its own, and I had not ever experienced or even had my imagination created such a phantasmal chaos in my mind. And now I faced it, it was coming, and somehow I expected the demon to assist me.
And now a devastating shockwave came, that opened the earth, like the womb of a woman having birth pains. I became hopelessly insane for the moment, and my head felt as if it was flying into oblivion. And I found myself falling, as the storm went over me, yes, I was falling to the darkest crypts of the earth, for it had splintered open, and the demon was flying above me like a bat, laughing with the rope in his hands. I got the feeling he was simply a joker of sorts; no longer could I take him serious.
The frightful outcome was to me to be isolation in the bowls of the earth, with a rope ladder the demon would throw my way, simply as a spoof to his amusement; and so as I fell, here he was, the death-demon, lurking behind me. His eyes had the same odd quality the Mantocore had, eyes that stared at me and gave out cloudy and gray reflections, death reflections. And as I neared the bottom, I knew I’d vanish from earth, a flood of cataclysm came into my cerebellum, the demon above me was laughing, terrible words coming out of his crazed mouth, and I wondered when I’d fall completely, land, but I didn’t land, I just kept falling, and the demon vanished back to the surface, as the earth started to close—voiceless I became, the rope-ladder, perhaps was a symbol of no escape.

The Spider Gorilla
Part III

Unconscious I was, but for how long I didn’t know. Fungous and vegetation was all about me. Stone walls and tentacles like giant spiders were walking about me in the dark. Heaven be thanked I was still alive, or was I? It was a question that was not clear in my mind.
I remember the nameless sounds that secretly lurked about me, haunted me to this day. Why cannot the doors of the earth open up again for me, to free me, I asked myself? With no reply of course; what I saw in the dark of this unspeakable chamber, within the earth, were a delirious gorilla like spiders, with matted fur coats, mammalian degenerated, frightful, and cannibalistic. They were snarling at me, excited to have found me I suppose.
I had not died, but was consumed by the earth. I was like a rat caught in a well, or a closed walled chamber, horrible it was, I had incendiary outrage, and as one of the giant spiders attacked me with its saber like teeth, I ripped at it with my iron hands, pounded on its head like a slug hammer, it immediately became distracted, maimed and worthless.
This was the ugliest character in appearance I had found yet on or within the earth, it went squealing like a rat back into a hole in the upper part of the earth, servant to whom I do not know, but it was whispering to something or someone, perhaps its mate.

Night never comes, it always is, in this graveyard type chamber, such as I was in, and the stenches were horrible. Full dark each day, but my eyes adjusted. As I have said, I remained in a state of fear, it seamed vermin and old ghosts, demons were not on my side, nor were I particularly fond of them, but under these circumstances, which I hopped was not to be my final tragedy, I found to the upper part of the wall, a stoned removed, the spider I think moved it when it stepped into its abode, perhaps during the earthquake it loosened up. At first I dismissed this as insignificant, but as I looked deeper into it, I dug upward, and the earth fell on top of me, and I saw an opening that gave light, terrific vision, I abruptly awoke to life again. A hissing came into my throat, I would be free.

1-2-2008

From the Journal of the Demonic (The Son of the Tiamat)

2008-01-01T18:52:00.000-08:00

Reminiscences
Of the Tiamat’s First Born
(From a Journal of the demonic)

The Tiamat was no dream of woe?
But rather a wicked-warrior so real and cruel:
She had several shades of green,
And was a demonic beast large and wormy
with no match; and long nightmare to be.
—Dlsiluk

Discontented is he to whom the reminiscences of youth bring only dread and gloom. Pitiful is he who looks back upon separate days in vast and gloomy chambers, halls and forest huts with brown cobwebs hanging, maddening rows of dead bodies and limbs, animal remains, or upon fearful sights in twilight orchards of which my mother, huge and ugly, gigantic, and burdened with me, she’d silently wave twisted branches far aloft. Such a lot, her and her demonic friends were, demigods gone wild—to me, they dazed the population near the city of Yort, in the land known now as Asia Miner, I was disappointed in my early youth; back then, back in 6008 BC, when her and her friends made the land barren, the broken. And yet I am somehow, oddly I say, somehow, satisfied, content, and cling desperately to those old reminiscences, which my mind for moments—now and then, threatens to reach out and beyond the normal, if indeed I do not hold them back, and absorb them little by little.
Where exactly I was born, I know not where, nor care, save that the forest is where I woke up to see light, and breath air, finitely old I already felt, and considerably horrible; full of dark thoughts running ramped throughout the passages of my mind, and having high thick walls, my eyes could find only shadows, and my mind seemed always hideously damp, cursed from birth, as my surroundings were piled high with corpses, and I never got to know of whom the dead were. My youth never saw much light. But my mother would say, “You are the first born, and feel lucky you were born here, on earth, not under it where there is no light, where I was born.”
High up in the tree tops, I could see many things, it was likened to a great tower, or at least for me it was, and the sky seemed to hold so many mysteries back then, but that was to a degree, cleaned out by my mother and her friends, especially Murdock, when he came around I’d climb that tall tree branch by branch and hide; little if any time to dream, or reminisce back then.
I lived in this forest for quite a long time (until my mother had a temple build in the city of Yort for her by its worshipers of her), or so it seemed, a long time, I suppose I cannot really say for sure how long, I didn’t know how to measure time back then. Nor do I remember who cared for my needs, yet I recall going through the forest, and talking to a man named Sinned occasionally, a dread to my mother in later days. And my brother, he was born sometime down the road, can’t remember exactly when, he seemed simply to show up one day, and I had to keep an eye on him, or get a whipping from my mother. And likewise, I met my sister not sure if she was older than I, or younger, she was although brought up from the pits of the underworld, so I suppose she was older, Gwyllion was her name, and there was the demonic Mantocore, a friend of my mother’s from the netherworld who came to visit her off and on.

I do remember now, —somewhat that is, beings of another nature caring for me now and then, but I cannot recall, for the life of me, recall any one person. I think whoever nurtured me, or nursed me, was an animal, beast or something worse; I’ve blocked it out of my mind, and to this day do not care to surface it. In any case, spiders and bats, and rates all seemed to run from me, and I liked that, and I liked eating them, not for the flavor or because I was hungry, but rather, to get used to killing, my mother said it was good practice, work on the reflexes. I didn’t have a conception of a living person in those early days, but when I saw Sinned, I mockingly did, yet perhaps distorted, for he was a good man, but there were many good men as my mother would say later on, “All good men decay and taste just like bad men.”
To me there really was not a thing wrong with eating human flesh left in our front yard, its bones, I never saw the person alive, so it was nothing grotesque to me, bones were simply bones and skeletons of a being once alive, or in crypts deep in the ground, brought up for dinner. Back then, these things I write about now in my diary, were simply every-day happenings, nothing out of the ordinary, they were more natural to me, than unnatural. I had no human teachers to guide me, no human voices to teach me; my characteristics were a matter of unthought-of associated steps (I learned by association) in a developing personality (observations you might add), equal to my mother’s; somehow instinct is rolled up in this process also, as any son to a mother would unconsciously develop aspects of hers, so I did the same.

And so as time passed, and seasons came and left, I did as most children would do, waited to grow up, but I grew fast, real fast, but old, no, I did not become, in the sense of aging as humans do. In this process I longed for more than what I had, much more. The climbing of the great tree became boring. As did my mother’s temple in the days to come. And at last I started to venture near the edge of the forest, but never beyond it, and to be quite frank, several miles from it. I though I might fall off the edge of the world should I venture any closer, folks talked about that back then. Yort was high up on a mountain top of sorts, it came out as if to a plateau though. If you glimpsed from its edge, and jumped over it, you’d parish, mighty waters were far below this edge. To the other side was the forest, and beyond the forest was another world.

I journeyed away from my mother’s camp, deep in the thick forest, climbing over roots and rocks until I reached an opening where it all ended, and I clung onto the last tree, fearful I‘d never find my way back, I told myself, yet, I was running away (was I not) or at least in a way I felt I was. Ghastly and hauntingly was the dread of letting go of that last tree, to walk into a land unknown. I had created a small foothold where I stood. The land in front of me looked isolated, desert like, and rocky. No noise like in the deep winged forest. I didn’t make any progress for a long while, I just stood there. Then I climbed up the dark tree, as if it was the tower I had climbed so many times before, near my mother’s hovel, it was dusk. The tree was thinner then the tower, yet it supported my weight, and I found my body had a new kind of chill to it, a recurring chill, as it attacked me.
I folded my arms from the shivering, “Why…?” I asked myself, “…do I not go into the unknown land,” for I dared to come this far. I fancied myself an adventurer now, vainly so, one free hand one clutched to a tree. I embraced it like it was the last bone to chew on in my mother’s back yard.

All of a sudden, after an hour of climbing this tree from limb to limb, or branch to branch, crawling up it like a snake in slow motion, below laid a desperate sheer drop, should I let go; thus, I felt my head touch something, some kind of something. In the darkness, the moon shedding a lace of light above me, I raised my eyes; something stared at me, immovable. Then it came at me, deadly, clinging to me like a slimy worm, but it was hairy, it had paws, it pushed at me; I started to make a fearful decent. I fumbled about the base of the tree, and for the first time, I looked upon it, saw it, the stars above it shed more light, it was a red-tailed, winged Mantocore (head of a beastly man, and body of a beastly lion, and a tail that stung, with needle like knifes attached to it).
I had heard about them, seen one of them visit my mother. More and more I reflected upon it, as it did me, we both had stopped in our tracks to check out the other. I thought looking into its yellowish eyes, ‘…what gray secrets reside in them,’ for here was a creature like me, cut off from the rest of the world. And here we were unexpectedly, his eyes like stone, rough and strange, trying to figure out what its next step would be, if it was supreme to me, if its strength, could overcome me, was I an obstacle? Or should it make its escape. There was a kind of ecstasy to all this, it was testing me, and I stood shining in tranquilly as it did, iron fists ready to fight, stone like muscles, I never before was put into a test, like this.

With an utmost burst of strength, I grabbed it by one of its wings, dragged it down to my level, fancying now I had attained the very peak of conquest, but the sudden unveiling of the moon, by a cloud, allowed it to gain better sight and jump, and it did, and I stumbled, slowly falling from branch to branch in the dark, for it was still very dark. It was on top of me, and I carefully tried to unlock its teeth which were into my right forearm. Falling from this astonishing height, with a beast on top of you, the moon shinning on top of it was most demoniacal of all shocks.
It was the most unbelievable moment in my life, and the most unbelievable tragedy I had to undergo in my life, and a terror, a bizarre moment.
But I learned marvels do happen; the sight itself was horrendous, dizzying to say the least. Here was this creature stretched around me like a snake, and I, I was heading toward solid ground, his paws, like slabs of stone hitting my face, I was at this point, half unconscious only.

We hit the ground like a falling stone off a cliff, rolled a tinge, I staggered out of the forest, I had fallen on top of the beast, directly, his mind was stunned, and his twitching body, moved chaotically in circles, but his eyes still held the frantic craving to chew on my arm, yet it could not move much, its spine was cracked, I heard it crack, fantastic wonder of mishaps. I neither knew nor cared to be exact on the results of its wound, for me myself knew not who I was for a moment, neither of us any longer fearsome of the other. I had walked around him like a curiously tired cat.

I was now in the forest, ready to vanish from this part of the world, yes it took all this to push me out into the venerable new world, unfamiliar, maddening, perplexed, but I was now there. The trees branches were demolished, the wings of the creature were crushed. Accordingly, advancing I looked back a few times, saw the creature moving about, vaguely moving, but moving, it couldn’t hold any one expression, then as I got farther away, it looked incredibly remote (such recollections).
I now stepped further into the unknown world, the nightmare was quick to come, and now quick to go away, should I return to help the creature, I’d surely pay a price, and so I told my terrifying self, for I had a harsh demonstration of its kindness.
Scarcely had I made it out alive, when I heard wild dogs in the distance, they were dragging the Mantocore away, it was panicking, I head its cry, and madly I was fleeing into the deep unknown picking up my pace, blindly plunging into an awkward world, an escape. The cries were shocking, yet I kept my faster pace, still dazed, listening to the dogs yelp, and the creature cry. The cries were indescribable, unmentionable, vivid, but I took my delirious legs and kept walking.

I was nearly mad trying to escape now the dogs, and hearing the cries of the Mantocore in my brain. I did not want to face a second cataclysmic nightmare with the jackals as I did with the beast, there were many; I did not shriek, I simply walked faster, the jackals could smell me, the wind came down my way and onto the forest. There yelps were like fiendish ghouls, swimming within the night-wind. I remembered the fright I was in, most terrible it was. In this ultimate horror, this black reminisce, this chaos, listening to the echoing of the dogs, my mind created images, as I fled from a world I actually was safer in. I wanted to head on back, but I knew the dogs would not allow it. Perhaps the dogs were mocking me with their cries, hoping I’d come back to face them, they probably knew my mother, and hoped I’d be meat and bone for them. But they never clamed me, I was now an outsider to them, and they did not want to venture into this unknown world, where there was little green, and cold weather, and only spots of water.

1-1-2008

2007-07-07T12:45:00.000-07:00

“The Blond-Titans” From the Rhineland (The Green Knight and the Gladiators

(200 BC to, 120 AD) A Time of the Roman Republic

Preface and Background: When I think of Rome, I think of the whole world in those far off days, the Roman Republic, Trojan’s Column, built in 114 AD. The Great Coliseum (75-79AD, built), which holds 100,000 spectators. And Adrian’s Tomb, Nero, and Cicero, and the wars with Carthage; Sylla (88 BC) and the Caesar’s, Pompeii, and the Roman Forum; Tiberius, cruel and tyrannical (223 AD); Augustus Caesar, Emperor for 44-years; the Arch of Titus, Hannibal and his horde and the Green Knight (200 BC to 120 AD).

How it was in Rhineland

(Narrator) It was perhaps the brutish country the Green Knight had fought in yet, with the blond haired savages, primitive warriors. There was hundreds of them, whole tribes of them, and one Roman legend that marched on foot into this wolfs cage, and both sides fought heavily, the Romans with long beards, against these prime naked males, and their women fought like tigresses’ whom would sink their teeth deep into the feet, or arms of the Roman warrior, wherever possible.

The Green Knight was actually taller than these blond haired titans; he had great shoulders, muscles, and long and swelling mighty arms. The tall blond titans, as they were called, boomed across the mysterious nights, prowling into the valley’s and raided the camp of the Romans when possible, whom were outnumbered the Romans five to one, then raced back into the forest of trees, singing and dancing war songs. The Green Knight had never known such warriors as these before.

Bronze swords, singing like thunder, and (archery), arrows hissing, men dropping to their death daily; it was a slaughter in fury on both sides, blood soaked the earth in those far off days, and the Green Knight would remember those days until his last hour of life.

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The Poetic Sage Continues

The Circus Maximus

Titus Sulla
(Governor of Eboracum)

49

Titus Sulla
And the Gladiators

Titus Sulla was only answerable to the
Emperor of Rome, and he craved his games
in the Circus Maximus—and commanded the
Green Knight, to fight as a Gladiator there;
he was the pride of Rome, the peak of a warrior
of them all—and justly proud. But to perform,
for the sport of it, was beneath him, so he felt,
yet he would fight this one answerable day! He
felt like a trapped wolf, trapped in a cage.

The Trapped Wolf

50

The Green Knight came hauntingly out in his aspect—;
(bright military garb), his appearing skin texture was striking,
he wore complete green, even a green breast plate
with a long sword, and a short stabbing dagger at
his belt. Oh his head, a silver green helmet, with a
green shield and spear in each hand. The several
impassive solders in back of him, blond titans,
ghostly scared (the Mediterranean sun was basting
over the Circus Maximus): horror was stained on their
faces; next, he leaped at all seven, black fire came from
his sword, burning through flesh, like heated butter.
Cynically Sulla bowed to the Greet Gladiator.

The Might of the Green Knight

51

His lips writhed looking at his foe, his hands like
iron spikes, his raw fingers crunched human bones,
punished many a man with them, all victims—
his fists fell like hammers driving a man deeper
and deeper into submission, broken lips and
torn gums, lost teeth, the Green Knight fought
like a beast: his temples with swollen veins, anger
coming out of every pour, muscles knotted.

(Narrator) The Green Knight now rested a moment under the Palestine Moon, two strangers seemingly lost from their camps, both Knights; a bonfire going, as if to welcome whomever: the Green Knight was hoping for a battle, he
still had not gotten over Florencia of Camelot, thus perhaps
displacing his anger for the loss, whom he still
blamed on Gawain now long dead.

The Green Knight:
‘Aye, more—! Young pine, young wine, more ‘T is strange!
I’ve had no love affair since Florencia! Perchance, I’ve seen
too much infidelity, hearts fall in heathendom.
Too, too much, way too much, for a life time!

Florencia being the exception, a woman’s tongue is
more dangerous than a python; and these women that
follow the camps, exchange their bodies for love…,

it’s all that can be for a wandering sword! No more!
So you boast to be a Knight, with a childless youth!’
(The Green Knight stops, shilly-shally, looks at the youth.)

“Soldas,” says the youth, and he sang a song:

Song of the Boy Knight ♫
‘ Sing…a song as the old moon wanes
To win, to win, the first born kiss
A kiss, a kiss, from a young princess
Find thee in a hidden place!
But who am I to tell thee…in the
Desert sands of Palestine!’

No: 1896

The Boy Knight:
‘You torment in the blood you pour—perhaps peacefulness
consumes you more, I have forgotten the darkness
of night, all loneliness parishes with love, for a wife…

sets above my soul, and soon I will be back with her…
in Rhineland—my home (where Saxtons still roam)!’

The Green Knight:
‘Yes, oh yes young prince, or piper, silence is monarch
in my heart, it holds the dead and me…too many aisles
in my mind to trod, I am dead, but I am not mute.

Yes, prince or pauper, or knight—whom ever you be,
mortals question of my name. Thou know’st not,
but here side by side you and me, a moment fads…

that will never be again, for evil is of its own—!’

Morning of the Next Day

And for what, and whither, in the morn, the boy knight
was gone, and the Green Knight looked about—the fire
heap was cold, the sphere was showing the sun.

.

Notes: ‘The Boy Knight,’ was written on 7-3-2007, revised and edited on 7-7-2007, and then put into the manuscript, ‘Sir Gawain, and the Ghost of the Green Knight.’

"The Last Tales of the Tiamat" (To inclued :"The Death of Sinned")

2007-06-28T15:48:00.000-07:00

“The Last Tales of the Tiamat”
(To include: “The Death of Sinned”)

Now completed after seven- years

By Dennis L. Siluk

Copyright © by Dennis L. Siluk
“The Last Tales of the Tiamat”

Dennis L. Siluk

Index

Introduction

(Written between 2000-2005))Revised in-between, and reedited, and
Again reedited and revised in 2007))

The Tiamat and the King
The Ghost of the Tiamat
The Invisible Tiamat
The Tiamat and the Mesopotamia Stone
The King and the Island
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New Adventures (6-2007)

The Coming of the Tiamat to Yort
(The Haste of the Tiamat)
The Tiamat and the Winter Withdrawn
(In Three Parts)
The Creation of Yort

Notes on the Making of “The Last Tales of the Tiamat”

Dedicated to Brynna Siluk

Introduction

Yort, in Asia, Minor 6840 BC

Between the primitive wilds of a demonic world and a hum civilization trying to adjust to its time, Sinned in the first book of the three Tiamat series called “Tiamat, Mother of Demon,” tries to create a balance between them, so every one can co-exist. He even tries to convince the Almighty to spare the world on these grounds.
In book two of this saga, his goal starts to change. With the new demonic forces in place, especially, Gwyllion, Daughter of the Tiamat, he sees this goal in a less positive way; where maintaining a laze-fare status quo, seems fruitless. He is starting to give up on his city, for the world he lives in is being held together by the terror of the demigods.
In Revenge of the Tiamat, book three [which maybe should be book one] Sinned is but 20-years old, and just gets to know the Tiamat for the most part. His father and step-father have both died by the hands of the Tiamat, while he was quite young. In this book you see his development, what made him as he was to become, as shown in books one and two.
If you were to look back at the previous three books he does gain recognition as a warrior, and well liked among the many peoples an cities and lands of the world of it day. He learns to live with the evil as well as the Godly, and a philosophy: we somehow must all live together, and the balancing act can never stop. He observes the Commander, the King and the Tiamat as they rule by might, not right.
In these short sketches of The Tiamat tales, Sinned is much older than in previous books, and finds himself teaching the younger cadets the principles of honor and dignity, and the love for their great city; along with other things: feeling, even though he is burdened with old age, he still has a place in Yort’s destiny, to include the Underworld and King Thesas III. And this is really where the journey starts. It ends of course with the movement of the cosmos, and destruction of earth, and his death. In-between, there are still tales to tell.

The Short Tale/Book: Four
[The unfinished story—Last Tale of the Tiamat
Now completed after seven- years]

Done in a Reporting Narration, as if in a Play or Script

The Tiamat and the King

King Thesas III

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The Conclusion of the Tiamat Series and Tales

It has been said: revenge is never the winner,
simply because it kills both the giver and the
receiver, but try and tell that to the Tiamat…

Sinned, Resident of Yort

Please join me for another unsung tale, unsung in the wilds of far off times—in a world that searched for what it meant to be human; ruled by the inhuman: in the Last Tales of the Tiamat [approximately 6840 BC].

1
The Commander of Yort

The Commander of Yort, Commander Snemelc (Sinned’s old friend from the Amazon War), who also had lost his son by the demigods of the wet-lands (England, Germany and parts of France—or Gaul; in years past) is still not a believer in any temple religions, to include Sinned’s God. But he has hired Sinned to teach at the academy of military warfare, for a while at least, until the King orders him to become a prisoner in his own home; which I predict is not far off. Sinned is presently an old man in his 90s.

Marduk and Satan returned from Pergamun, Avalon, Hydra, Stonehenge, and Egypt, where they were setting up or designing, and starting to build new temples for themselves, mostly for Satan, the Adversary as he is also known (that is, having them built by the hands of slaves)—it is really Satan’s quest at this point—more so than Marduk’s: Satan whom wants to become the prominent figure on the world scene (although Marduk would like to remain the second main power on earth, he is unsure if he is really a prospect) even though he is wiggling in a few converts, he has more or less become a follower to Lucifer’s cause than a leader to his own, or so it seems, as once he was. Yet it would be unwise to say Marduk is not trying his best to build an empire of temple sites himself (while at the same time trying not to upset Satan), and in the process demolishing all the other demonic-beasts temples, hence, eliminating the competition in the god-head area in the known world of this millennium, and especially at the great city of Yort, their home city-state; the city of the world (in Asia Minor); --furthermore, becoming the one and only to be worshiped on earth besides Lucifer.
Satan tells Marduk that at this point: he has under estimated his enemy [Sinned, a man of God, God Almighty]: that he is acting out of emotion, not thinking—Sinned being that enemy, who has favor with God, who is also the enemy to the world of demigods, and renegade angels. Thus, Satan, adds to, telling Marduk, “I know Him well [Sinned’s God], and if he is for Sinned who can really be against him?” waiting for Marduk’s response. Marduk shows fear not only for Sinned’s God but now for the first time—outright fears Lucifer; the alliance seems to be quivering. Yet the fearfulness of Sinned is in a more docile way, yet it carries its apprehensiveness nonetheless. For the most part, the dread seems to steam from the ability that Sinned can put him in the pit, almost at will; but than, so can Satan, and Satan knows this is a fear of his; consequently, Satan is trying to duplicate that fear

[The Tiamat’s Revenge] The Tiamat has waited for a long time to get her revenge on Marduk, Marduk in particularly that is for it is he that she wants to settle some old scores with. She knows he has befriended the angelic renegade, called Lucifer [now Satan], but all the same, she will try to avenge the misdeed he has done to her (by killing her in battle and being cast down into the Underworld—years earlier), and perhaps, just maybe, get a little help from Lucifer on the way, providing she can offer him a pleasing recipe for his quest, that is, for his pursuit to be accomplished without reservation. She knows Satan by reputation of deed, which of course is malice, her lifestyle. He is a being liken to her, a personality for revenge, if it can be had at a subtle price; for domination if it can be had without a curse, and worship, as long as it can be granted without any interference: all these are the traits that make up a good demigod, if not learned by the Angelic Renegades themselves—like Satan, and genetically imprinted in each demigod, for surely Satan himself is the prince of malice and cleverness, so much so, he could be her ally and teach her more than the old ones.
At this point, she (she: being the Tiamat (although the Tiamat is a s/he—, a demonic hermaphrodite if you will) has given up her underworld crown and dictatorship to gain a spirit form of life in the upper world. Hence, realizing she cannot have a physical body any longer this was her only way to gain entrance into the earths gravity belt (for she had her one and only chance to be likened to humans in the physical form and lost it by way of a fight with Marduk some years back) and now having lost it, revenge remains—un-quenched to this day. But by way of accepting her new form, and a ghostly form at that, and being the unquestionable Underworld’s absolute ruler, has now left her kingdom to roam the invisible earthly globe, hungry as a roaring vampire she is, with plans and ideas to stretch out her influence and quest over Marduk during this new journey of hers.
Although the demonic-beings can see her, the earthlings cannot. But it wasn’t the earthlings for the most part anyway that dominated her mind—her will. Yet, her agonizing bitterness, which twisted in her stomach, was craving for retribution from the one who inflicted pain upon her, caused her physical death. As for the humans, should they get into her way they would of course, face her might, her anger.
On another note, Sinned was never any help to her in the physical world, should he get in her way that could be very interesting, she pondered. On one hand, she liked him for some odd reason, on the other, she could eat him just as easily as she vomited up his father, now many years in the past. But that was simply a fleeting thought racing through her head as she is now getting ready for her new expedition, mission of sorts. On the other hand, if she can avoid, now the old man Sinned, whom is (to her idea) too old to fart even, all the better: in thought, she told herself, ‘…why stir up trouble with him, especially before I get my revenge on Marduk, it makes no sense, there is a time and place for that, should it come to that.’
And now, now that she was entering a new life, a new adventure, who would worship her, this is of course, a part of every demonic beings nature, yes oh yes, the need—indeed, the need to be worshiped, the fancy to be worshiped.
It is like man’s nature to hide his real thoughts, to use language to simple talk, which was not the essence of the person, the part that he hid, that is what she had learned anyhow, what Satan worked with, what all demons knew of man. It didn’t matter what language you spoke, it was human nature, that was the language you had to understand; this, she felt, would take some thought, she really needed to re-invent herself, and work on getting a following, a few to follow her, worship her, that would just be a plus, Satan she knew was sewing up most of the worship areas in his favor, and Marduk, oh well, she thought, he will not need to be worshiped, nor given the time to be with her new plans in store for him, which she would deliver shortly. Plus, she had to simply get used to this new spirit form of life without touch, physical touch that is, and a lot of other non-sensory items built into her new body of sorts, or whitish configuration she had to float around in.

“Yes,” she moaned, “I have no smell, touch, no feeling of cold, wet or heat, all the things Marduk is subject to [has], who took them away from me.” Surely, life would not be the same should she take them from him she thought, but again, she told herself: ‘…first things first.’ She also knew more sooner than later, Sinned would get news of her transformation—and presence, she knew he’d adjust well, he always did in the past, and it would just be a matter of time for him to get involved somehow, someway with her life again. So in a way, time was of the essence; consequently the Tiamat’s way of thinking was, ‘People think time will heal past outcomes,’ and it may, but it also gives the enemy time to plan better. And this she had done. The question that begged an answer, or would beg one was: should Sinned appear on the scene, what then? She concluded: ‘What can I do in a physical world, where I’m like a ghost?’ (Only time would tell.)

Upper-world

(As the Tiamat had now joined the upper world, several weeks had passed. She has now visited several locations on earth, gathering information here and there for her announcement that she was back.)

—Sinned, had heard the Tiamat had capabilities to materialize, and he was told he was given the gift of trans-vision at the same time, that is, he could see into both worlds should the Tiamat appear. Matter-of-fact, the day she was granted this new ‘self’, she had to make a deal, and part of it was Sinned would be granted this transparent vision to be able to see into both worlds within the first appearance of her on earth, meaning, if she materialized just once, just one time, in any location, he would at that point be given this trait. Moreover, during these several weeks she—the first weeks of her new voyage into earths atmosphere—she kept a low profile of her activities, and did not materialize for that very reason.
In addition, the Tiamat didn’t know for sure, one way or the other, if he [he: being Sinned] still held the capability of casting her into the pit, the Abyss (which was of course different than the underworld, more gruesome, and confining). The Abyss, or the pit, was where no beast or devil or demon, creature, and sure no human, wanted to go; where bones rot just because of the heat and smell. Where you continuously fall, fall and fall: --hanging onto roots, and ugly insects looking at you, grabbing at you, scaring you on and on and on—; where horror was the nature of things—and crimson round one-hundred-legged quarter size insects bite you night and day, with sad eyes that seemed to stick inside of their heads haunted you night and day; ah, I forgot, there is no day there, so it is just gloomy dark like night. And so life would be interesting for the Tiamat, as well as the world that awaited her. Yet, her secret appearance, or her debut, would be kept secret, secret that is until s/he had to appear (for she was of both sexes, as I have already mentioned; or sexless), as long as she didn’t expose herself to the physical world she could produce her plan better.
At this juncture, Sinned had told Serr’el (his holy angelic friend) he had no intentions of exposing her, as long as the demons kept their fighting among themselves. That is to say, exposing her to the world at large, thus, causing more fear to his city of Yort, which had enough fear within their bones and walls; Sinned had always felt it a privilege to do service for his city, yet it was a thankless task during his older years, or at least it had become that now.

2
Meeting with the Ram god

The Tiamat has now left the Underworld, and made her way to Yort, where she has met with the Ram-god, who Marduk has threaten to kill. As she materializes, she tells him about her new spirit-form, and what she has done to acquire this new freedom. At first the Ram-god is a little taken back by this, not knowing her abilities, if any at all; inasmuch as, she once was the Queen of the Seas and feared in all the lands of the world—that is, until Marduk came into the picture—and of course the Underworld that eventually became under her control, her legend proceeded her all the way to the Netherworld, she was not one to be trusted, nor overlooked either.
At this occasion, the Ram-god now explains about Lucifer’s new agenda, that is, on becoming the number one challenger to Marduk, yet they have not fought, or tried to eliminate one another; not a surprising step, the Ram-god feels, for each is using one another for the moment, yet the Ram-god indicates to the Tiamat, he feels this is because he is somewhat submissive to him [to Lucifer], and in need of his allegiance for the moment, which indeed he is.
The Ram-god also explains he is aware his days maybe numbered; in as much as, he knows he could very will be on his way to the underworld at any moment for the most part, when he is no more useful to Lucifer that is; meaning in essence, any day, any day depending on the mood of either Marduk, or again I say Satan.
Narrowly the Tiamat looks deep into the Ram’s eyes, knowing he is in need of a ally, and he could be, and she could meet that very need for him, fill that very want of his, so she says to the Ram-god (in a calm tender voice ((unlike hers: and as it has been written somewhere in history: beware of a women who speaks beautifully, she’s maneuvering waywardness.)): ”…they may have plans for you already my friend, it is best we, you and I united, if not outright, silently and clearly.”
As well it must be, thought the Ram-god, and with more thinking: ‘…the Tiamat wants to make a deal with me (he concludes hesitantly in his mind’s eye), assuring me of something.’ He then asks: “What is it you want from me?”
Said she (with that infamous grin of hers, a jeer if you will): “…he will take you out [meaning: Marduk], and when he does you will have to go to the underworld; so it is just a matter of time, but I have friends there in the Netherworld, I will instruct the Underworld to make you [the Ram-god] second in command, which is of course, second to my daughter—Gwyllion. And when Marduk shows up, and I assure you he will in time, he will be the scorn of the Underworld, and under you.”

The Ram-god’s head now has shifted emotionally to the ground, staring, thinking—deep emotions going to and fro, throughout his huge cantankerous body which is wanting to argue, but no words coming out from his mind or out of his mouth; he ascends his eyes, his brow to her level, “And what…” he implies with a harsh voice.
Says the Tiamat to the Ram: “Hmmh…its better you give me help, and possibly give up your physical life on earth if need be, if called for, and be assured of a ruler-ship in the Underworld—better than, better than, not having a pack with me, and a future dominion elsewhere if not here: Lucifer is taking everything slowly anyhow. And by the way, it is also just a matter of time, not an ‘if’, but a ‘when,’ that Marduk or Satan will get rid of you, it will happen, that is, when the duel-twins [Marduk and Satan], come to you one night and kill you for your temple, as they have killed many before. And you will end up being a dog in the Underworld like the rest of the humans, demigods and creatures you have no idea ever existed. There are only three, only three in the Underworld with power of any real kind, or maybe four, but Satan does not come down there (as many people think) but once in a great while, he can’t stand it, it smells too bad. And the three I mention are, me, my daughter Gwyllion, and the Mantic ore, and so it can be you and my daughter and the Mantic ore.”
After hearing all this the Ram-god makes the exchange, the demonic pack, a curse unto one another; should it be broken, a curse that will follow either one; now it is implemented, and both are allies.

3
Lucifer and the Tiamat
In: The Death Valley

The next step for the Tiamat was to find Satan [the Adversary], and she does so, shortly after talking to the Ram-god: the Tiamat makes a deal with Satan to fight Marduk in place for finding out Sinned’s secret, the secret that tells about the time and place of the end of the world, plus how it will end; him knowing it, and given directly to him by the Almighty God Himself. This troubles the angelic-Lucifer, the Adversary to the Almighty, and He senses time can be short, or possibly long, either way, but he wants to know what way. Because he can’t put a finger on it, on what the secret is, that is, the date, what date, the date it will be; as a result, he will be able to plan his future and it is starting to irritate him that he can’t, and he is a thinker, a planner if anything. He sees something more to it, and ponders on such thoughts (call it intuition).
‘Is this the beginning or the end? the beginning of something new after the end? or the end of ends?’
This is what bothers him, for if it is the ‘end of ends’ then where is his stead, or his end abode? On one hand he thinks it can be possibly sooner than he had previously anticipated, for he feels it is several-thousand years in the future. But he could be wrong, he was wrong once before, and it was a coasty wrong; as the demons were absolutely wrong about him. They thought they have power over him, when in essence; it was the other way around. Some are finding this out the hard way now. This he has not made known, now it fits into his scheme of things to let them think what they will. For he speaks their language, yet it is their heart he wants to know. It is easy to enslave a man, he knows that, but to own his soul is different. And that cannot be gotten simply by language, or having them think he is over-powerful. He knows the nature of demons as well as men, as well as the nature of humans and beasts and all sorts of in-between creatures. And shortly, he will become the Prince of Demons, in all realms, in particular the underworld, the upper world, and in the physical and invisible worlds; just a matter of time.
Furthermore, Marduk has been quite helpful, in that, he stays out of his way; plus, people are more fearful of him, so Lucifer has been playing the good guy, and gaining more of Marduk’s followers, and worshipers, while he plays his old devilish self. But no matter what, Sinned’s name keeps popping up as a danger to not only the demons, but to the world order at bay: he has likened to a spiritual fence around him, no one can really get to him without being cast either into the pit, or scorned by God Himself, so how can the Tiamat, or for that matter anyone get to him, to find the information Lucifer wants?
Ah yes! This is the question that comes to his mind.
Another question that seems to arise is: what is underneath the mind of the Tiamat? With the Tiamat’s desperation to have Marduk killed and his endless haunting revenge once and for all settled, quenched, and begs the question how strong is Marduk’s friendship with Lucifer. On the other hand, Satan would take out Marduk sooner or later anyway; so feels the Tiamat. And Sinned would die (for he is quite old now, just a matter of time, so most of the demonic world feels) and then he could rule this kingdom without any interference (which Satan was just waiting for, feeling he had time and patience, but now somehow he had found out about a secret Sinned might have, and time is the very thing that is questionable (it is worth its weight in gold, perhaps the weight of the world); yes, time, more precious than silver and gold; even food and shelter). But then again, why wait for the answer, if he could get the ball rolling sooner, than later—which would make for a good head start on things. So Lucifer thought all the better, and after a moment of deep thought, calculations on needs and wants to his benefits, he agrees to kill Marduk in a fight for the Tiamat, with the stipulation of finding out the secret of Sinned, thereafter, and if not, says Lucifer to the Tiamat,
“I will hunt you down like a hungry bear hunting down his prey, and Hell will not save you from my rage.”
The Tiamat left her face flat of emotions so Lucifer could not read her.

The Fight

In the ‘Valley of the Armies,’ below the cliffs of Yort, where the Great Sea rests, where legend has it, creation first took hold, Lucifer has called Marduk to meet him there for a summit concerning the return of the Tiamat, and the destruction of Sinned, along with the taking over of the Baboon Temple. Along with killing the Ram-god (many issues on the table he proclaims); he has asked the King to attend also, King Thesas III, and to bring his young bisexual-weakling lover along, whom he wishes to take for himself.
As all has been arranged, and the day’s heat is over their head, it is late morning (forenoon), a cool breeze shifts through the valley, and all who were asked to come, now are present. As surprised as one could be, Marduk notices the King, and others nearby, and like a sword of light, Lucifer turns himself into a dagger of death: the fight starts, and Marduk not sure why or what for, tries aimlessly to defend himself, but quickly, surprisingly quick, Marduk becomes unconscious, subdued, with one crushing blow from the lightening force of Lucifer. The onlookers are frightened, and Marduk is almost dead, except for one last blow, as Satan is about to give it to him, then out of the blue, the Tiamat yells:
“Wait, wait, not yet!”
The Tiamat now shifts to his second part of her plan, a plan only she knows. As Lucifer waits, with a pondering sly look at the Tiamat, as if to say: get on with it, the demonstration is almost over. The plan would be simple, kill Marduk, and let the King and the Ram watch, and let the rest of the plan ooze out like black-blood from contracting muscles (Lucifer feels he has did his part of the bargain).
It would be a simple fight Lucifer figured, yet everyone else was amazed at how quick Marduk was taken down. As Marduk lay there, now awakening, he knew he had no friends anywhere, only himself, no one would help. And now in the Valley of the Armies, man had the right to kill at will, no laws forbid such things—there was no laws there for man, beast, devil, demon or ghost; it was a death valley for just such matters. It was written into the ancient laws, to pick out a battlefield instead of fighting in ones own backyard, and there settle your issues, feuds and desecrations, as best you could, which was normally in a blood-battle; all unrepentant today.
Sinned was watching from above the cliffs—second observation. It was high morning and the sun was overwhelming hot. Just coming out of his senses again, Marduk stood up leaned against a huge tree, brooding what was next. Frightened he found himself in back of the tree, pacing and pacing, not quite knowing what was going to happen. He saw Sinned on the hill, and now the Ram-god, and the King. Something was wrong, very wrong. Possibly he could fight Lucifer again, if it came to that, no one really knew his strength, but they were finding out today. The Tiamat had now manifested herself a hundred yards behind Lucifer; something was very wrong thought Marduk. His mind now shifted from one thing to another, in rotating circles on the deals he and Lucifer had made, but now the return of the Tiamat was involved, a plight Marduk was not prepare for, did not take into consideration; on his thinking, he came to the conclusion he did not want her to make an alliance with Lucifer, but maybe they had already. Although he had a reputation of the most wicked of all creatures, Marduk had never seen him in battle except for now.
He saw now, a serpent growing legs, out of its skin. He looked closer, it seemed quite odd, and he was all of light,
“Is that,” he was about to say Lucifer.
And then with the speed and validity of a roaring tiger, the snake-of light jumped onto Marduk, opened up its jaws and sunk his teeth into, into the towering figure’s forehead (it was becoming obvious the Tiamat wanted to see Marduk cringe and weep and so she became a spectator, but she had started something with Lucifer and he was to finish it now; and she had a price to pay); Marduk shocked for the second time: like a second title wave, with all his eyes shifting here and there trying to figure out what just took place, what happened; trying to shake the giant snake free from its imbedded mouthful that sunk deep into his forehead. He then witnessed legs come out of the serpent, going into its body, leaving it as smooth and slippery as silk; now in disbelief, yet with a little reality, Marduk knew he was doomed.
Marduk tried to grab the snake around its slimy and slippery frame, but its scorching light forbid it to be touched but for a millisecond, as it ate its way into Marduk’s forehead, but the snake grows smaller, and slips right through the giant demons hands like a blood-tic, as he went into a paroxysm. The snake now has eaten through the bone-skull of the beast

[as everyone watches these two happenings, Lucifer remains standing there waiting for the Tiamat’s demand, and only Sinned can see the other part, the ongoing drama, but all see the Tiamat for the first time; she was invisible, and had come from the underworld after making her deal there]

now encircling its brain [the snake], now compressing it, squeezing it like one might expect the heart to be squeezed in a heart attack (while Marduk is running in circles, running crazy, continuing in a wild fête, hitting his head on a huge nearby rocks and then running into trees, trying to kill the snake inside of him, which had now gone so far into his head, he knew not how to stop the new assault. The griping of the snake had now stopping the blood flow to the brain, as Marduk dropped to his knees, and onto the ground.
At this instant, replied the Tiamat (Marduk’s conscious eyes barely open, on the ground):
“He is mine Lucifer, all of him!”
And so Lucifer steps back to allow her, her revenge, her deadly, lifeless revenge (it was all the same for Lucifer, a deal was made, and it shall be kept was the only thing he deliberated on).
And consequently the giant demon [Marduk] stood up, and fell back down onto the rock he had struck his head on a moment ago. And the snake came out and materialized into his semi-earthy and demonic form; satanic that is, it was some residue of Lucifer. Which to be quite honest was a much more pleasant form then the Tiamat’s or Marduk’s.
As Lucifer now looked upon the huge figure laying against the rock, back up against it, he looked harmless, the once Great Marduk, as harmless as a grasshopper. He then put a leather band around the forehead of Marduk, to cover up his nasty work. For to the rest of the onlookers it just appeared out of nowhere it all took place so suddenly, it was as if he, Lucifer was only seen for a moment only allowing the onlookers to see a few blows, and his residue do the rest; but he knew Sinned had seen it all, every split second of it. Again I say, for some odd reason, he did not want the rest of the world to see his power, possibly they’d turn to Sinned’s God in fear, and that would be the worse of all events, the very thing he was fighting against. He wanted to own souls of man and beast, and be worshiped.
Lucifer knew, as well as everyone else, this once demonic god figure was no more than a vegetable now; he would have to be feed or he’d starve to death. He was helpless. There, behind him, behind Lucifer, the Tiamat stood in her ghostly form, her revengeful glory, and the young King of Yort, shaking like the coward he was born to be, simply watched in panic, in his sacred purple and orange gown, given to him by none other than Lucifer. The noon sun was out now, completely out, it was hotter than normal, possible 117F [degrees], and the breeze had thickened with a death mode to a horribly dusty intake of air, almost choking air. The dust of the land seemed to be a morsel salty today, the breeze from the sea I suppose, but was no more seeping in through the valley perhaps than yesterday, it just seemed so. Death and fear has its way of circulating in circles. But for the Tiamat, it was a glorious day, a day she had thought of for many days prior. It was worth going to the pit for, she felt, if need be. Or at least that is what she thought at this very moment, this magnificent moment that had been arranged, arranged on top of other moments. But often times, after the fact, things and attitudes of people, change, they don’t seem as so ‘necessary,’ anymore, in the same order they were planned that is, one regrets. But if so, this was not a thought in her mind now.
“And so, Ms Tiamat!” said Lucifer with a sly eye movement, and a brow heightening, a fiery grin (the Tiamat was quite impressed how easily the great Marduk was taken down, it was awe if anything; for she could not beat him).
“Yes, yes, you have made my day Lucifer, and I will now go forward with the rest of my, I mean, our plans (looking at the King).”
The Ram demon stood by in shock, he was quite disturbed (asking himself, why he needed to be here, plus he never expected to see Marduk degenerate from power so quick).

The Fortress called Yort
Yort, 6800 BC to 6000 BC

4
The Shinning One

The king seeing all what had happened, now offered Lucifer his personal cupbearer, handing him over for whatever services he may need in the future, his bisexual servant-slave, or his bisexual needs. He had done the same thing with Marduk, and now wanting peace at any price he has done what he does well, compromised his kingdom, his people, his servant with no security in mind, rather his survival, his seat at the throne, be it at his will or not, he still had it, and that was important to him: or at least for the moment (for what else could he do but be king? he had no trade or skills); the way he figured it: power was only power if you had it, and it was better to have a once than to have nothing, and possibly be dead. For who could defy this new ruler ship? —he asked himself. By doing so, the Cupbearer (his price, more likened to a female than a male it would seem, young and willing), will to become the go-between, between the king and the wishes of the new real ruler of Yort, none other than Lucifer: yes, yes, yes: that’s the way it was.
The Tiamat now, absorbed the dying carcass of Marduk, as they both stood stone-still, like tall oak trees next, next to one another: Marduk like a broken piece of pottery just being held together by mere clay slouching against the tree, and with a sweep of her mighty hand the Tiamat grabs him by the head, slips inside of his mouth like a vapor coming from a bonfire: slips inside his mouth, down into his body: Marduk’s body, and she feels him up (like a balloon), as his carcass starts to rot inside, —a body now without a will, and the essence of the Tiamat inside that body—commanding it, only a shell of a demon remained alive, but she will keep him alive for a while longer, as she rampages his insides like a thief breaking anything that is left intact out of revenge: like shattered glass. Motivating him like a puppet now.
She looks at Lucifer, as he looks at the Ram, ‘sure she figures, he will take him out, for he wants his temple, his followers.’ Perhaps she is right; the Ram looks both ways, at Lucifer, and his smiling grin, and at the dying body of Marduk, with the Tiamat speaking through his mouth. She realizes Lucifer has done much damage to Marduk; —that he is next to dead, and her quest at the moment is simply to have revenge. As Lucifer looks on with arrogance, and patience, knowing when her fun stops, she will be bonded to him: bonded in an agreement.

Marduk the Demigod

—She has now sucked the will out of MARDUK, it was her quest, her desire to pull his lungs apart, to kick open his groin area: to pop out his eyes, revenge has its horrid-obsessions; realizing now there was nothing left for her to destroy in his body, she could no longer live in a dead corpse, it needed muscle, and blood to run through it. She could control it but not keep it balanced in a physical sense. She had but one choice, one she figured she’d have to use, use sooner or later, and evidently, it had to be sooner now. Henceforward, she now steps out of the destroyed body and into the body of the Ram-god, but before she does, she has the Ram-god, grant her the life of his body willingly, consequently, if he dies (that is, if the Ram-god dies), his body [like Marduk’s] and their essence will go to the underworld, that is to say, the Ram’s black essence, will meet Marduk’s there, for his will be on its way to the underworld shortly; and again, the Tiamat will remain in this new ghostly form, shifting the will of the Ram’s body, blocking his mind as need be. But it was the price agreed upon to rid the world of Marduk.
As the Tiamat explains to the Ram-god again: free will, which is free to allow the Tiamat to take over his body, is only free if there is no threat lingering around, which there is according to Satan, as long as he lives, in consequence, one must count the options, as she so clearly had explained before.
Now the Ram-god with the Tiamat within its body structure has grown twice it normal size, the Ram was before, but less than the Tiamat was. Her new stretched out body has given her also twice the strength she had before more powerful than she had previously been. While all this is taking place, Satan is standing by watching, calculating, measuring, and not saying a word [I can see him now] —not one word ((let her enjoy the moment he figures)) he will have his one way or another—it’s just a matter of time).
She now takes Marduk, helpless as he is (and what a pity it is: I kind of like Marduk in the story, but he is on his last steps), like an infant and drags him around the tree like a nut, like a crazed wolf, as she continues singing and talking to herself (if you were there you’d understand: as I was). The Tiamat has had her day, this was it, life could not be better…revenge sweeter. Like a rotten apple lying about to be crushed by someone else, Marduk’s body was now left against the huge cypress tree, slumped against it like a thrown away rag (a piece of torn cloth). The body was torn open by the Tiamat, and she’s dragging him around the trees and bushes, and the huge roots perturbing from the ground are making wounds all over his body, and you can see blood to oozing out, which seem to be and deadening the surroundings: the grass the few flowers that were there, even the tree looks pale: black and red blood covering the roots of the tree; he had no sense of danger, only pain in his face. He could not talk, insult, or even signal a gesture, or for that matter feel all that much on his right side, or possibly any side: what kept him alive was his demonic and immortal soul: he was not human like you a me, he was from another time period: on year, yes, but not of earth, no, not made up of clay like you and I, he was what he was—different. The Tiamat—out of a last breathe, exhale of air, of revenge—turned him around to his other side, his good side, his less damaged side, so he could feel the pain, and kicked him mercilessly. And by the time she had left with the King, and Lucifer, he had taken his very last breathe, his last suck of air.

5
The New Order

At this time, that being shortly after the takeover of the Ram’s body by the Tiamat, while in Yort, the King does the bidding for Lucifer, and one might say, the Tiamat. For the most part, he is no more than a puppet, a figure head if you will. By the way--: the White Baboons, and the followers of the Ram-god, can now see the Tiamat’s configuration within the old structure of their demonic-god, the Ram, with all its stretching, and fear for their order and sect, and is so doing, so honors both: the Tiamat and Lucifer as the new undisputed rulers. Although this does not sit well with Lucifer, he rationalizes [‘…for all good things come in time’]. By and large, the Tiamat reinforces her commitment to keep her agreement with Lucifer by finding out the ‘secret’, as Lucifer gives his famous edgy grin-and-smile, gesturing with his eyebrow and forehead: a follow-up should be quickly implemented, to say the least. But brave or uncouth as she is, she knows getting rid of Sinned would be difficult without reprisal by his God, and then, then it is really information Lucifer wants and so she tells Lucifer, with her callous, harsh and dogmatic voice, saying, “First things first.”
The, said he, with a lions hum to his voice: “I have nothing but time,” he admits, adding: “But you don’t.” A small dialogue with the Tiamat is all he feels is needed. (The Tiamat says nothing, --and reflects how quick He took Marduk down; she has come to the conclusion, settled in her mind, at any cost: work with the conqueror is better than being destroyed, conquered or worse.)

—As weeks and then months pass, Yort has come to see a new City-State Order take hold. The King is no more than a fly on the Tiamat’s ass, a bothersome insect at best, but she simply swats him away harmlessly, for Satan still enjoys his worshiping countenance, and presence at times, and uses him so he does not have to be the bad word of bad deeds brought down to masses at the city-state level of Yort—its fragmented people. And for the most part, the Tiamat is more visible than Satan now-a-days, and is being seen, or look at as the full and new leader (thus, he is getting all the hate and anger, frustration and annoyance from the people ((the cost of kingship)). When Lucifer speaks, everyone listens, even the Tiamat; everyone that is, but Sinned. This angers Lucifer to the point of deep resentment, but not enough to challenge him, for he still needs to know the secret (inconsequential, some may say, no, no—it is much more than that) yet, his antagonism is coming out of him, sideways, onto the Tiamat, especially when he feels she is just buying time because she does not have a good plan: with his inner eye he wonders where is her preparation, has any arrangements at all to extract the information been put into theory and action? Yet sealed is the deal they made.

The Plan

The Tiamat calls in for a surgeon, he is known as Ra, also as one of the, ‘The Shinning Ones,’ of the ancient world: the time before time was a word. Not spirit, nor human, or even angelic in nature, or the essence of such: they are not even beastly or considered creature’s, demigods; but rather, part of an Intergalactic Think Tank of high intelligence of long ago; so far back in time only Satan remembers them from their original origin, and vaguely, for they—angelic forces—were not allowed or even told about all the creations God had done (Satan even admitted Earth was kept a secret from the horde of angels for a long time), they were called, according to legend, the “Ancient Ones,” and in parts of Egypt, are worshiped, as well as on an island in-between the two great land masses called the island of Poseidon [Atlantis].
Sinned had also head about these ancient beings, briefly, but had heard about them nonetheless: that they go back to a time called –pre history [118,000 BC]; that is, before humankind knew how to write and communicate as they do now: yet man was man, back when the human race was young, and parts of this newer race, were finding ways to preserve fire, to warm their caves, and island spots in and on the bogs. As word got out, Ra was coming to Yort, Sinned wondered why; for this Ra, was the elite of the group of seven shinning beings that were left, left in the sense of this earthily existence, somewhat marooned on this planet within the universe. If there were more of their race in the universe, the seven didn’t know, for their ship [space craft] had left them there a thousand years ago; saying they’d return, but never have—never did, not up to this moment anyhow: up to this time anyhow. Or if they had, they did not make it known to them, or to anyone of the human or demonic races. Their planet had been in another galaxy, thus, too far, way too far for one to come and visit at a whim, lest he have some secret transformation process available. It was also said they had outposts on Mars and the Moon, and they were destroyed, and therefore, were left here as the ship went back to their land, with gold and other substances for their livelihood, and to command their craft in the outer space of the heavens. And so possibly, just perhaps, there were no more of their race in the entire universe. They had a life expediency of over thousands of years and there ancestors much longer. But they were not warriors, although they very well could be, they had powers far beyond humans, and not like the physical demons, they could fly, or seemingly disappear, or so it was told, foretold, as legend says.

—By and by, Sinned learned the Tiamat was back for good, but was curious on what her plan was, for she needed to reestablish herself, and playing friends with Lucifer had become a most dangerous game for those folks in the past, so what was her scheme he asked himself? The Adversary as he was often called, had control of Yort also, it was just a matter of time he knew, when things would unravel, and surely they would unravel at his door step, or so he conjured up in his head, but it seemed most obvious as one simply watched what was happening to Yort—it seemed to be inevitable.
But he had a secret, one no one knew but him and so whatever kind of really took place was secondary to him; on the other hand, the Adversary [He being: Satan] knew Sinned knew something of interest, of interest to him that is, something bigger than big; something worldly; something his foe, the Almighty had possibly had one of his angelic beings bring to him, to Sinned—information only given to a few people; and surely not him, not Satan. This Mighty God, who named him the Adversary [Ephraim], had cursed him with darkness over light, he was the favorite one in heavens dome, he just simply got tired of being a torch for another King, what was so wrong with that he thought: thought he, Lucifer’s life was altered at that point, but what was of most concern now was, ‘…did God change his plans, alter His sketch, and was He having human existence come to an abrupt end sooner than he thought, if so, he was cursed to an eternal-fire within some damn lake, or was it a sea in the heavens that kept this fire going, he didn’t know one way or the other, and figured this was (according to his diagram of human existence would go to a fifth quarter: it was now the 5th millennium BC), he just wanted to have a little more time for either trying to persuade Him he was unfair to judge him so harshly, and on the other hand, if his time was limited, he wanted to know so he could make evil really evil. I mean, in a way God was young on His end, and Satan, who of course was not around when God figured all these thing out, was young on the other end. But God had not planned for him to get sour grapes, or plan a take over of heaven, it was kind of instantaneous, a thought after a thought you might say: and one thing led into another, and well, you all heard the story, at least the basic have been written. But Satan of course got mad, because God left out his portion of the story. So he was writing it now in blood and sand.
But this was the Tiamat’s job to fine out this information, the better off he would be within his mind anyway. It wouldn’t alter his future designs for the Tiamat: for evil breeds evil, and what is more evil than sucking the blood out of evil only to make it more red; but for the mean time, he needed her. This is what troubled him on one hand, and on the other, if the Tiamat could rid the world of Sinned once and for all, again, all the better for Yort, and Satan’s temples; possibly God would not be watching him and Yort so much. At present, Sinned has been kept prisoner in his own home. Not allowed to even do daily shopping, or walking by the cannel he loves so dearly, the one he and his father used to walk together, in fear he may create some kind of resistance in Yort, against the new rulers. These orders to confine him were given by Commander Snemelc, his one time friend, of which was given to him by orders of the young King and Marduk, and now reinstated by the Tiamat. Lucifer again is staying out of the lime-light in fear of the unknown. His way of thinking is: as long as I get what I want at the end, it doesn’t matter if they want to feel they are in charge, in which case they are living an illusion.

The Shinning Ones

As the Sinning Ones appear at the request of the Tiamat (of which three out of the seven came), the Tiamat appeared to greeted them at the gates of Yort. As the Adversary looked from the tower within his Temple, by where the Ram’s Temple is located, onto the plaza and gates observing all the movements. Sinned, also was standing by watching the greeting taking place, and were a number of priests, and usual citizens. At there feet was laid many gifts: as they walked through the gates of Yort, as promised, for coming: twenty slaves presented them with offerings, great sums gold and silks, etcetera; and other wealth, to include, horses, and swords for their soldiers. But with the gifts came the request, which was: the to do a surgical job for the Tiamat, of which they were well known for, among other things, that being, medical experts on the anatomy of the human race, for they had been among them, and had watched them: the human race, mold into a civilization for the past 80,000-years.
As they are now standing in the Temple of the Tiamat, with Lucifer standing by a pillar, the Tiamat explains what he wants done; the King is nearby and so is the Cupbearer, whom is constantly wiping and cleaning the feet and brow of Lucifer. In addition, giving him air, by fanning him; at times they go behind the pillars where he makes his body naked for the Serpent King’s sexual diversities. Satan giving nothing more than a flat affect and watching the young man quiver over his powerful overbearing demeanor. Other women are lined up outside the temple for services he may wish to have at any given moment. His pleasures are many, and his patience is short.
Says the Tiamat, to Ra, one of the three Shinning Ones, which is his full title:
“I want you to cut open the skull of Sinned, it has to be you, neither demon, nor angelic being, nor human can do the operation, if it were so, it would cause reprisals from the His Almighty God, the one no one has seen, but grant you, he is powerful. I want you to cut away half his brain, put the other half of it in a glass for posterity, and put the Ram-god’s half brain left into his head, so I can control him, at the same time, put Sinned’s other half brain, connecting it to the Ram-god’s brain, thus I will have control of both individuals, and domination of the body of the Ram-god, my will, will be twice as strong, and I will be three times as smart, and, and I will have no further interruptions with this Sinned person in my life, and Lucifer will be happy. Hence he will lose his reasoning [Sinned], and I will have access to his God’s wishes: which is a secret I must find; this can be done through his brain waves, oh yes oh yes. Matter-of-fact, of all involved I also I will have access to future information… [pause, the Tiamat looks at Lucifer]…”

Says Lucifer [destructively]: “Do you want to say, ‘his God?’ because if you do, it is not what I expected; and that makes you a bigger fool than I anticipated. I want to be equal to Him, to Sinned’s God. How do you think you would turn out if you had access to God’s brain waves—stupid! Think about it? He would never allow you to get one-filth of an inch in front of Him. You do not even have the slightest understanding what you are asking, or what you are talking about, this is not even applicable—and you are nothing, nothing, and me you must not understand me either…you dare say, ‘… capable of knowing what he is thinking…’ then, that is the dumbest statement I’ve ever heard? No, no He is a jealous God, and if He seen you trying to listen in on his secrets, you would not be around to explain them. I thought you had some kind of good plan. You have nothing, seriously nothing at all. Plus, plus do you think God is a grasshopper, He is laughing at you right now, and you make me a fool in front of Him for I made a deal with you, He is most likely saying, ‘Who is the dumb one you listened to, the Tiamat’, foolish as I was to do so (the Tiamat is starting to panic, almost froze with alarm).”

“Plus,” spoke the leader of the three Shinning Ones, called Ra, “We do not kill the will or the spirit of a person; it is forbidden, it is part of our heritage, left by our forefathers, who have been coming her for thousands of years; it would not be conducive to our faith, our belief.”

Satan’s Thoughts:

Satan knows about this race of beings, but says very little, it is a mysterious one that doesn’t get involved with the politics of another planet; for he has seen them on many other planets, if anything, experimenting, while trying to prolong their race.

In the eyes of Satan, the Tiamat was now becoming more useless, a liability if anything—a burden by the minute, and so he looked at the Tiamat with a startling glare, a challenging posture.

Says Satan in a harsh and offended voice:
“…you cannot force this to be done on Sinned without God crushing you and possibly me, along with you; it has to be done willingly, like giving him something he wants in return for something you have: a favor for a favor, if you will. No more foolishness, like the undertaking you just foolishly did, wasting my time, I want to know the secret Sinned holds within his head from the Almighty, the second part of the agreement, and for your sake I want to know it soon, and give to the Shinning Ones what you offered, and let them go, I do not want them involved—lest we disrupt the whole city and they start prying to Sinned’s God, that’s all I need. If you do not want to outright kill him, then find out the information. If you kill him, and I am not saying to, the blood is on your hands (Satan now washes his hands in a granite bowl filled with water) —I will not dirty my hands in this, your god is me, my God, may possibly be me also, but one must remember as much as I do not want to, it is He who through me out of bliss through the universe to this abode, not I Him. But I am no fool; I will leave that alone for now. You are a demon, a high and powerful one from the first race of Angelic Renegades, born from the seeds of angels that left their abode, I grant you that, but nothing more, I, and only I on this earth am a real, God of the Air, I am the live physical god, and don’t forget it (the Tiamat shut up like a child who just got a whipping).”
She remembered how Marduk beat her, killed her, and how the Adversary took Marduk down like killing a grasshopper; she wanted nothing of it, even though she had pondered the thought.
Said He [Satan], “…and I’d like to tell you, time is very short for you Ms Tiamat!!!!!!!!!! (his roar echoed throughout the temple, and shook the foundation of the building like a hurricane.)”
As they walked out of the temple, the King pulls the Tiamat to the side, by a pillar, says: “I overheard the other day you have a short time to find out a secret or be killed, a secret of Sinned’s; killed in the since you will be cast into the pit…. That Lucifer was talking about it to his lover the cupbearer, who of course told me.”

[She moans as she stumbles walking out of the temple, still trying to adjust to the body of the Ram-god, stretching, and pulling the elasticity of the skin from face to toes.]

6
Sinned and the Secret

As the king and the Tiamat go to the house of Sinned, they find he is not at home, that he has left, while under restrictions, not to leave. This, the Tiamat feels is cause for expulsion from Yort, and as he declares this so, Lucifer just looks at her strangely. The Commander being asked by the Tiamat, yet not knowing of his whereabouts, calls the King, who reprimands the Commander for not watching him properly, and is ordered to take a platoon of men and go find him and bring him back.

Mumbles the Tiamat in an unknown language to the inhabitants of earth, one that no one understands:

It has come to the point I will either have to torture him to death too get the information, and hope he still does not have the power to cast me into the pit, or face Lucifer, and he cast me into the pit for failing twice.

(Translation) “It has come to the point I will either have to torture him to death to get the information, and hope his will does not have the power to cast me into the pit, or face Lucifer, and He cast me into the pit for failing twice.”]

She knows if she tries to kill him, he will, most likely will, try to in all means and ways, cast her—if he can, into the pit, as he has said he would do (the pit being the abyss); or possibly there might be a third option, simply get out of the city fast, but then, she would be found sooner or later, if Lucifer really wanted to find her that is, he could.

(The Shinning One’s have left and gone back to Egypt, and the Commander is leaving Yort, in search of Sinned.)

—Sinned travels to the interior of Turkey [Asia Minor] finding an old man working on a large vessel, actually putting on the last touches of a huge and monstrous boat; polishing up the seams and insuring the boat is sea worthy; just as his friendly angel, Serr’el had told him he would; he asks the man in charge the question:
“When do you predict you will be done with this boat Sir?”
The man says: “Very soon (and smiles at Sinned).”
No more is said, or needs to be said for that matter, hence, Sinned travels back to his city-state, whereupon he meets the Commander along the way and they both enter the gates of Yort together. He takes him into custody, putting him in a cage, nine feet by nine feet; it would seem the old friendship is dwindling down, he hands the Commander one hand. As the Commander suggest, Sinned has abused his privilege and his friendship with him. Yet Sinned says nothing, which surprises the Commander, whom feels, he would protest, or surely try and make him feel bad about doing this, since they had been friends for many years, yet Sinned says nothing, not one word, he knows time is very short for the whole world, and even shorter for him.
As the Tiamat shows up at the cage with her demands, wanting to know the secret, the secret Satan feels Sinned has. She [she: being the Tiamat] is explaining, she has freed the city of Marduk, but must cage him like an ape until she finds the secret, she has no choice, she is almost pleading to him not to cast her into the pit, but falls short on the actual words—and simply begs for the information; she even goes as far as telling him: he has no choice in the matter, just as she has none, that she cannot win, nor him, win in either situation, meaning, Sinned will cast her if he can, into the pit if she kills or tries to kill him, or Satan will for not finding out the information she needs. She stands by the cage waiting for the information.
“When is the world to come to an end?” She asked, not really knowing if that is the question, but feeling that is the information Satan wants, what else could it be; Satan wants to rule, and rule for how long is the big question. Plus, he can not rule an uninhabited world. At this point, she is more like pleading, her case twice with Sinned to cooperate, or give her a way out; almost as if he owed her a favor.
Sinned, knowing time is short for the Tiamat, as well as mankind explains:
“There is a huge boat being built, when it starts to rain it will be too late, it will not stop raining, --that is, too late for everyone, for the foundations of the world will crack and swallow up everything and everybody, that is the secret, which is really no secret, if the Adversary had simply looked at the boat, he could have figured that out, and you can tell it to your friend, Lucifer….”
Confused, yet surprised he had given her the information, and gave at that moment; the answer she had asked almost struck her blind. Thought she, ‘I simply should have asked sooner.’ She was delighted, still felt in a fog of dismay. Sinned hoping the information might get out to the people and they could plead for forgiveness, was his real motive.
Said the Tiamat mystified,
“What should I do, if the world is coming to an end?” Looking at Sinned, yet he didn’t answer [a long pause takes place].
“Sinned, Sinned, answer me—PLEASE!” No answer, again a long pause, she looks deep at him resting so peacefully against the back of the cage, touches him: Sinned had fallen to sleep and with her touch, he stops breathing, and does not wake up. A panic seems to go up and down her body, chills, for now what does she do, and then out of the heavens it starts to rain, and rain and rain.
When Lucifer hears of this news, he stomps his feet, looking at the Tiamat, says, “It’s all yours….” And with his angelic abilities ascends beyond the clouds of the pouring rain. And it continues to rain, and rain and rain: for 40-days and nights. The Tiamat now jumps out of the body of the Ram, as it has been destroyed, ruptured, pulled apart—all its organs are rotting, and he also sinks in the mud and the rain, and descends to the underworld [the nine-hells].

—By the time it stops raining, the world is different. As Lucifer, the Adversary, or otherwise known as Satan, looks down from the clouds, he sees the mud of the city Yort, and it is thirty feet deep. It will take, he mumbles “…it will take four-hundred years to settle and dry up…” that is, before it is worthy of his domination, yet he is angry, like a pacing lion through out the sky he walks and talks to himself, a hungry lion indeed, like a dragon with fire coming out of his mouth and nostrils, he spits insanity and evil all about, for it was almost, I say almost, his empire, but possibly he will have better luck next time (so he is thinking, and adds to his thoughts, his days that he thought were over, had just gained a few more); he yells through the clouds, ‘I’ll return,’ the Tiamat in her now, ghostly form, looks from a distance, and is gone, with no particular destination at the moment. The Commander who wanted to play it safe all his life and not choose between this or that god ended up with no god, has now lost his life buried in the mud and the quiet winds of time. Sinned, he is dead, and remembers his betrayal after all them years of friendship, now he has been weighed and balanced, and as it continues to rain, has no fear of death, he had simply said to the Lord:
“I’m ready, I’m OK with it, it doesn’t matter…I don’t want to live like this.” He went to paradise, awaiting the Messiah.

(And the shock waves from the asteroid hitting Mercury, shook the solar system, and there came a shockwave across the cosmos, which entered the crust of the earth, which also caused Earth to wobble on it axis, creating a fracture within the heavens, and it rained and rained killing humanity…and so it has been written.)

End

The Ghost of the Tiamat
The Ghost of Death

The Account of:
The Apparition of the Tiamat

[A Vignette/sketch #4: introduction into a new series]

(A Letter found at the late H.L. Lovelit Home, in Boston, had the following story.)

It was in the spring of a lost year, one yet to remember, save for that fact, Sinned had died in the year previous to it; Sinned, the name still echoes throughout Yort, yes, the mighty Yort, with its towering gates and walls. Yes indeed, Yort was still interesting and fashionable in the world that was dominated by the demonic-beings left behind from some golden age long forgotten. The young and foolish King Thesas III was still ruling, as was the new certified demonic-god, Lucifer, or is that he, an angelic being has allowed Yort to know his identity? Many at Yort have deliberated this fact out for quite a spell, and the Tiamat: mother of demon; she was here, in spirit one might say, or rather, in ghost form. Yes, with these three, to include the Commander of the Military, much if not all, was suppressed from the public’s eye. Only now, after a decade of over looking at Yort, and its inhabitants, it comes to mind, the missing links between the human and demonic world. Sinned always said it was his One God, and of course, the demonic forces within Yort said their was no other but them and us (this has been of course explained in the three books I wrote about the Tiamat some years ago.
When the world was flooded, it did not the Great Flood of Noah’s day, for there were a number of smaller floods in the area prior to this, thus, Yort was rebuildable.
I, Nwahs, the brother of Ydoc, have lived an adventurous life myself, perhaps not as much so as Sinned, but somewhat. I find myself thrilling as I think about my brother’s death and the parting of Sinned when, thrilled that I, a farmers boy have survived, and become who I am, in the high offices of Yort. Sinned, who utterly submerged his mind with this One God business, brought on his own demise, I do believe; yet he remains a legend in our city, and as far as Yort can reach. His God is somewhat, or almost extinct now, other than a few folks bringing forth a few glimpses of interest, occasionally, but like putting a fire to ashes with water, so reacts the demonic forces of Yort, stopping the thirst for this One God, by the demons when it surfaces.
Perhaps it can be imagined, my close friendship with the three I have mentioned:
The King, Lucifer, and the Tiamat whom now is a ghost in her own right; for she has shed the skin, like a snake of the Ram-god, who now is second in command in the underworld. She as we all know made a deal with him and thus, entered his physical body, as she distorted it, and it rotted away with her inside of it.
I have come to realized more clearly as time has gone by—there is no point in resisting the wants and demands, if not needs of the three most high in Yort, ‘twas they that have now given me my position, and for them who do defy them, risk death, like Sinned, who would not hear of it that way, he did risk life and limb and did die so doing.
And here I was, given the 5th highest position in Yort, under the Commander. The newly made position called: ‘Overseer [detective] of Arms,’ kind of the monitor of Yort, for I had no real force of my own, yet the soldiers under the Commander, were also subject to me, for they are the ones that kept peace and order in the city. My position simply called for me to review all circumstances of the military, and citizens, and possibly the enemy outside our gates, and report back any derogatory information that might hinder our Yort, or the good name of the demonic forces that now run the fortress. I needed not to do anything about anything just report and that in itself would demolish any residence within any growing conflict between leaders and followers.
It seemed to me, most of the young soldiers at Yort were turned into loafers (for the most part), not warriors, or nationally proud soldiers. It became kind of a lifeless and thankless job, no longer a career.
With a snarl of disgust, I took my new position, as a gift and a death sentence all in one. For no one ever survived the maltreatment of these three forces--: other than, Sinned and the Commander.

[From the view of Sinned, prior to his death, Yort had become a most uninteresting city of death]

Meeting of the Tiamat

Said the Tiamat in her ghostly form to me, Nwahs:
“You need to invoke into the citizens of Yort their need to worship us more, not only I, but Lucifer, and the King, we are all one, all three of us.”
I answered, “How?”
“Well, well,” she slurped out of her selfish condescending way, with her infamous smirk,
“You are the man in the field, the consultant, whose occupation has become the 5th highest in the city: no more pulling weeds out of the field for this one time farmer--: its called possibilities, create possibilities.”
How I wish I’d had never taken the job, and had I known at the time, the flood God sent, would only destroy everything but Yort, perhaps I would not have taken this job so quickly. You see, it was Satan who vanished into the sky when Sinned died, and the world turned purple and blue, black and gray, and that man over in Asia Minor, building the boat, stopped for a spell, and perhaps there is another flood on its way, but this one only drowned the sea around us, not us on top of the cliffs—not completely anyway. And whom would have ever figured Satan would forgive the Tiamat, and let her come back to rule Yort, as a ghost with him.
I suppose Sinned was the antagonist for them, and now he is gone, and the world starts over again. Now what?

The Invincible Tiamat
(And the Mad King of Uruk)

[Azores]

tK

It has been said revenge is never the winner,
Simply because it kills both the giver and the
Receiver, but try and tell that to the Tiamat…

Sinned, Resident of Yort

1
The Tiamat and Uruk

Sinned doing scribing—

“In the city of Yort a great city that I have lived in all my life the floor was once made of kiln-baked brick that withstood several attacks, the Amazons, and the shaking of the earth, some call it earthquakes, but my grandfather called it Marduk’s horses. This is now a city ruled by the demigod spirits of the heavens. I have heard in the far Southeast in the land called Sumer, there are such cities that are as great as ours, one called Uruk, in which a demigod ruled it by the name of Lugalbanda, he was a young king I was told I didn’t know much of it, but I suppose somewhere along the line we’d go to war with that area, we always did go to war with cities we felt a rival to.
But the Tiamat, he has been gone for awhile, Marduk sent him to Underworld, otherwise known as the netherworld. What I remember and not sure if I’ll get this written correctly, for posterity sake: the Tiamat goes back a ways, but even much farther then humans know. The story, this story goes back to when the big armies, the creatures with three toes, called the Dinosaur, I know we have some now, but this was when they first came to existence I think. Our land, which I am coming to realize is not as small as I think; yes indeed, it is much bigger, that some kind of destruction caused the land to disappear under the sea, or should I say, the sea level rose some 500-feet covering much land through out this egg we live on. Oh yes, my grandfather knew many things, this land is the egg of the serpent he told me, the thing we live on circling the Sun, and among the angelic beings that fly in the heavens.
But the mystery, yes, I will tell you, that in the land of Sumer, the land I had just written down here was where the Tiamat first came. They have the story there. I think I’d like to visit that land, and get the whole story, to see if truth follows truth, or if in the bending of time, the truth is bent also. I heard this, that this egg [earth] was flying in a orbit and there was a 12th planets in the heavens, but this planet cannot be seen as clearly as the others, for it does not come into our orbit as frequent as the others do and is visible in the Mesopotamia once every 3600-years. And a very long time ago, a planet called Nibiru was on and connected to an orbit crossing our solar system, and Phaeton [our egg] was twice the size as it is today, and when Nibiru hit Phaeton it sliced our planet into two pieces, and the egg which water under its ground and above, let loose all its water, covering the land mass. And thus, the land of Phaeton was called Tiamat, the Water God. And then the actual birth of the Tiamat, an offspring of the infamous Watchers, the angelic renegades that left their abode to inhabitant our egg and raped our women.
Because of this happening we have had what some trouble with asteroids colliding with earth ever since, the other half, became some kind of asteroid belt, creating its own orbit of sorts. O I know this a far fetched story, but their must be some truth to it. Maybe I will see it out in the land unknown to Yort, called Sumer. I do not know why we have not seen these cities, for there are five of them to my understanding by two great rivers called the Tigers, and Euphrates.
They have a goddess there called Inanna, like Yort, do we not all have our gods, but this king is known to be aware of my god, The Almighty, the Father of all the Heavens. It is funny how we learn all these things when we are old, and ready to die, just in time to pass it on to another. If you should read this letter, and I have long been dead, it is not fully written, and I am my own scribe, and must write slow. Be kind to me if I leave out details.” Sinned

2

The Commander of Yort

The Commander of Yort who had lost his son to the demigods of the wetlands [Ancient England], while assigned to protect Sinned during his journey some years prior; however, his son along with another Yort citizen, military resident lost their lives also. But the Commander was not angry at Sinned for it, rather the demigods that roamed the lands freely were. If anything his father was proud his son died a military death, what more could a brave soldier ask for. Having no personal commitment to anyone god at Yort, made the Commander quite unique; meaning, He had fewer enemies. Rumor had it that both his son and his comrade both young soldiers were lovers of a sort. It bothered the Commander, yet it was not uncommon. In the land of Sumer, many kings had boy lovers, as did the elite of such cities as Ur, and Kish.
The Commander was not worried about the burden of trying to establish his own political career, it was just gossip he cared to avoid. Sinned had helped him secure his position as Commander many years before, as he was the one who stopped in the mist of a battle to ask Sinned his advise, for the Amazon war on Yort was about to begin, and to them the world was put together by terror. Sinned’s words encouraged him to fight even harder.
And so, years had passed, and the friendship never faltered. Yet, the Commander was still not a believer in any temple-religions, or in Sinned’s God. Even though down in his heart he was broken, because he did not have SOMEONE TO PUT HIS burdens on, or for that matter, worship, he was a man unto himself, at times empty, but as he had told Sinned, time and again, it is better to have no god, then the wrong god.
Often he would notice Sinned’s in prayer at his house, as he went to visit him, to see how he was doing. Sinned was now ageing as was he. Sinned would be knelling on one knee with his tunic open somewhat, and the Commander would normally wait until Sinned finished, for you could see him from the street, through his window, and then approach Sinned as he stood up, and then a short conversation would pursue. Almost like a father and son gathering one might say; for here were two high ranking soldiers. One retired, the other one in active duty, both patriots.
Yet, once a soldier in Yort, you remained one forever. Sinned was considered the same rank as the Commander, yet retired. If war was to break out, like his father before him, he would be expected to accept responsibility of the soldiers left behind at the fortress, until his the Commander returned from war or battles outside of the compound.
In the past the Commander had hired Sinned to teach at the academy of military warfare. Especially in his absence; but things were changing, Marduk the demigod who was for the most part the new ruling authority, along with Lucifer, who had his temple at one time outside of the fortress, and now it was inside had joined forces, along with intimidating King Thesis III, into being a figurehead rather then a ruler of Yort, he was no real power figure.
King Thesis III, was not like his father or grandfather, who Sinned, fought side by side with. And now the order of the day was for the Commander not to continue with the employment of Sinned at the academy, for the King openly objected to his trying to influence the young cadets not only into hating the demigod rule, but trying to convert them over to his God, and Temple, of the One in Three God. Thus, the Commander this morning had the dirty task of telling Sinned the bad news.

II

Diabolos had now two helpers, one a side kick who was the keeper of his temple in the woods outside of Yort, and one who was a high priest, for his temple inside of Yort, and a sidekick when needed. In addition he had two others he called his sidekicks, their names being Angra Mainyu [an angry spirit]; he hand selected [Satan/Lucifer/Diabolos] for that very reason, his out burst of anger, and the fear he instilled into people. And Pruj, which he went to the Pit of the Abyass to release, to use him as another helper, but mostly keep him for his deceptiveness, and his ability to produce disease.
Marduk and Diabolos had came back from Pergamun, his head quarters, where the She Ocean lived, and where Diablo had hidden from the Creator for over 1000-years; for some reason, now he had found the courage to attack his creation, and slowly he crept into the world scene, for he was building a network of helpers, Marduk being one, the King, his priests, and his sidekicks, or as some called them, bodyguards, and in the process he was making the decision to come out in full strength, and see what God would do; for he new he true God, as did Sinned, and this was not in his favor within Yort. Diabolos new, if anything, he would have to control the demigods, dominated their world, then willingly the weaker earthlings would cry for help, and he would give him his hand for worshiping of him.

When Sinned was but 20-years old the She Ocean had an affair with him, and still remembered him quite well, as Marduk and Lucifer arrive back and forth from their trips abroad. Marduk’s and Satan play games with the She Ocean, sexual. It irritates her, but she has little room to move except out of the haven Satan has given her at PERGAMINE, and she has been there for over 400-years. And so she is forced to have sex with both at their whim. But Sinned seems to creep into her mind every so often. It has been 36-years since they had their affair.

Upon their arrival to Pergamun this time, Lucifer’s trips had taken him and Marduk to Avalon, and Stonehenge, the Islands of Hydra and Malta, and Easter Island, along with Egypt … they had been gone for 18-months, setting up temples for the future, along with Marduk, who is trying to also build his temple sites, while ridding himself of competition, with other demonic-beasts, either having them as followers, or enemies.

Satan [Diablo, the devil] tells Marduk, he has under estimated his enemy, acting out of emotion—that Sinned is his main enemy, not the demonic beasts, for it is his God that gives him his power.

Lucifer tells Marduk [referring to Sinned’s God] “I know Him well, and if he is for Sinned, who can really, be against him?” Cries Marduk, while showing fear in his force, “I will kill him and the King; Satan hisses at Marduk as if he was a dead enemy for he wants to use him, be it by Sinned’s fear, or his own. It is his way of ridding the city of Sinned through Marduk, at the same time building temple sites, whale everyone is simply going on with daily living, and killing the King would be good, for a city without a leader will chose anything to substitute for chaos. He creates an emblem for him self and his church-of-followers, The Snake of Wisdom, he calls his pentagrams symbol.

Chapter 2:

Return of the Tiamat

The Tiamat wants revenge of Marduk, and Lucifer knows this. She has given up her underworld rule to gain a spirit life in the upper world; knowing she will most likely not be able to return to the underworld as the ruler, should her plan work out, and Marduk be cast to the underworld. But it is worth it. She will no longer be allowed to have a physical body, since it was taken away. But she can possess, and simply be a spirit. The deal she makes is with the Ram god, who Marduk has threaten to kill. He knows he will soon be coming to the underworld, and it is better he give his physical life on earth for her rule ship in the underworld. Thus they make the exchange. His right to be in the upper world, she takes as a spirit, that can manifest it self, be physical but not of flesh and bone. And the Ram God disappears into the lower word, and is crowned King, and gathers his Army if fear of the day Marduk may come, and have to be subdued.

A) the Tiamat now has entered the upper world, she has Returned. She listens to Lucifer, Marduk and the King as they all plant deadly seeds for Yort, and Lucifer, feels he will do the harvesting, he wants to move his kingdom from PERGAMINE, to Yort, but has two elements in the way.

She hears about Lucifer’s work in creating temples all over the world, and having people submit to his new religion of the Snake. The Tiamat makes a deal with Satan to get to Marduk. Provoke a fight possible. But what can she offer Satan is the question. For what he wants is dominance, so she will kill the King, if Satan kills Marduk.

That will leave Yort open for his take over, and the rest of the world can be blackmailed into submission; thus, he will have dominance.

As they sit and talk about the ways and means, Sinned comes up, and Satan needs to figure out a way how to rid the city of this menace, for the Tiamat will not have anything to do with him, for if she does, she can be cast into the pit, which is 100-worese than the underworld.

Lucifer tells the Tiamat, Sinned is old, and proud, he will not remember what God told him, and the Tiamat says: “What did he tell him,” and Lucifer replied, “I remember, and it is best you do not know, for then you can not tell any think.” He infers he will work on his weakness, saying “Like Pergamun, Yort will end up being his graveyard.”

Chapter Three:

Sinned, Serr’el and the King

During this time, while the Tiamat [third person] is planning with Lucifer on how to kill Marduk, Serr ‘el shows up. He explains to Sinned the King Thesas III, will be killed, and will enter the underworld, and he needs to protect him. Should the king not return Yort will loose hope, as it did with King Thesas II deaths? And the city will be ruled by the angelic-beast Lucifer. Right or wrong, the people of Yort want a leader. It will be the King or Lucifer. For he also tells him, the Tiamat is back in Yort, in spirit form, making a deal with Lucifer for Marduk’s death fight.

The World according to Serr’el

In this process Serr’el informs Sinned Lucifer will use your weakness against him; but refuses to tell Sinned his weakness. And then he takes him on a journey of through time and space. They go back to the time of 997,981 BC, and show him how the world was. As Serr’el shows Sinned, he protects him within an invisible canopy over him. Showing him that the earth has two moons, and there are no poles where the glacial come from, and explain to him how the First Angelic Force, now in the Prison House for Angels, caused havoc in the universe, causing the earth to loose it rhythms, and a tilt came about, causing the earth to lose it orbit, causing curst movements on earth, and continuant shifts, putting Greenland between two great contestants and causing the North pole to come into existence. He tells Sinned, should Lucifer win Yort, and builds his temples, his other forces will appear on earth knowing they can not be stopped.
Serr’el adds, should you remain on earth, in Yort, and bring the King back to his city, Lucifer will have not choice but to leave, for they will follow you and the king. Should the people choose Lucifer over the king, and God’s One temple he will destroy the world. But it must be the will of the king, and the people to come to an understanding. For the days of the physical demigods are numbered, it will be man who will have to chose if his are, or are not. The demigods will be going either into the underworld, the pit, or invisible world. And for Satan, he will be left to haunt the bad out the pretending well.

Chapter Four:

The Fight

There will be a fight with Marduk and Satan. After the fight, Marduk is unconscious. The cupbearer is handed over to do the Tiamat, who was Marduk’ s gift from the king of Yort; he now does her bidding, and can enter his body at will to get things done

Marduk, is cast into the underworld. The Tiamat now must kill the king get him.

Chapter Five

Prophecy of the She Ocean

The She Ocean still young looking as if time did not pass for her, and Sinned now in old age, cast his eyes upon her. She is brought in form Pergamun where she was living as Lucifer’s sexual item.

She Ocean informs Sinned [Lucifer knowing they had an affair but not if she still likes him] started to walk towards them, never blinking an eye, or looking back, and an echo came f rom her mouth, as Lucifer looks from behind her, and she said: “You will rise and fall, than the rooster will sing no more, and the sun will be darken as it rises over the Eastern sky, and the legend of Yort will be buried, and lost forever. This is the sign of the end of this time. Only the sounds of the winds form the four corners of the earth will be heard, and that to will die also. This is not your world Sinned; it is Lucifer’s, as it was Marduks, for a short time. Let it go before he crushes you. He will continue to play rope-a-dope with the world and Yort, while he develops his plan to crush every living thing.

Satan does not like her notifying him of his doom or Yort's for that matter, but leaves well enough alone, for the time being.

Sinned infers to her he will cast Satan, like he did with other demon into the pit, and continued to walk slowly, “Go home Sinned, it is not your day, or duty to cast Lucifer into the pit, nor will you need to cast Marduk, for he is gone; Lucifer now is becoming nervous, she knows too much of Sinned’s weakness, his pride, and a secret.

The revenge of the Tiamat, will solve this, is complete, it is the King he wants out of the way, and Sinned as well. “Go to your One God, he is waiting,” says the She Ocean. Then she walks to Satan’s temple. Sinned is confused.

Then like a storm, Lucifer roared like a lion, starts hissing like a snake. And with a powerful blow hits the She Ocean to her knees, as Sinned observed. The She Ocean knew her time was about to end, but Lucifer remained steadfast, thinking, looking.

Sinned then said to the She Ocean,”Come with me…you will be safe.” She looked, and replied, “But I am 400-years old, if I leave I will die shortly.” Said Sinned, “Have you not heard of a place called Paradise, where no one dies.” She replied, “Oh, yes, it is for the sin free.” Said Sinned, “Oh no, you are wrong, it is for sinful, who have been washed clean and become sin free. You are of flesh you have a second chance, come while you can. But you will have to leave all you acquire behind.”

Chapter Six:

The She Ocean Is Killed by Lucifer

Chapter Seven:

The King Must Live

The Tiamat tries to kill the King, and is cast into the Underworld by Sinned before he is [thus, flesh and blood in the Underworld]

Chapter Eight:

Galapagos/or Azores

The King is released from the Underworld via island of the Galapagos for renewal and brought back to Yort, where he meets cannibals. Sinned has made a deal with Serr’el to have him there for 1-year and this will be his kingdom, should he want to return to Yort, he must rule by the will of God, and the Mesopotamian stone. The king agrees and is brought back.

Chapter Nine
Pride vs. God

Lucifer now goes to Sinned’s house, for the King is back and is trying to get people to close up the temples, and really does not care if he becomes a martyr. Sinned tries to force Satan from his home and Satan tries to give him a heart attack, short of killing him; tries to drawn him with demonic night mares. And Sinned tries to cast Satan in to the pit, Satan knowing he can’t do it. Sinned thinks his God has left him, and then the She Ocean comes into his dreams. And whispers to him the secret Satan knows, and his pride, for Satan can not be cast, only the name of the Messiah can cast Satan from his haunting presence, and still, he may come around. But this is his weapon.

And so there is a show down, in the Messiahs name and Satan’s temple along with the rest are torn down. And then a storm appears a cosmic storm.

End of Book and Story

Index of names, and Main Characters *

1) * Marduk; demigod
2) Sinned – [born 6840 BCE] after aging and being a soldier in Yort, and living their [6790 BCE/70-years old]; he has now open up an academy of antiquity, theology and philosophy. Sinned was the main character in the past three Tiamat series, but takes a back seat in this one
3) *King Thesas III
4) The Commander of Yort [Sergeant]
5) *The Tiamat, demigod of the Underworld [once demigod of the seas]
6) Semas is not dead yet [helper in Sinned’s house]
11) The Ram god of Yort
12) *Ganymede’s - prince of Yort [slave prince] given to Marduk; he is given back to his father King Thesas III when he is ordered to live five years on the Isle of Cannibals [Galapagos]
13) Angra Mainyu (angry spirit) Satan’s helper
14) The She Ocean, a Human Spirit given life for 1000-years
15) Pruj, demon from the pit/deception, disease
16) *Satan [Lucifer]; he is now branching out and planting his temples around the world. In the first three volumes he was most in the background
17) The Spirits and Cannibals of the Galapagos
18) Serr’el the good angel, and friend of Sinned, takes the King to the Galapagos, and relays the message from Sinned on behalf of King Thesas III

The Tiamat,
And the Mesopotamia Stone

The Great Stone of Yort

Y

Advance (Sinned, born 6820 BC): this was the fifth part of the sage of the Tiamat written, or the last of the earlier works. In the trilogy, it is indicated what took place but never drawn out. In this short sketch, written between 2002 and 2003, when most of the saga fragments were written to make a new book in future time, so was “The Tiamat, and the Mesopotamia Stone,” feeling it was too quickly passed over in the original text: done in a narrative reporting style (information approach).

Sinned is perhaps ten years old at this juncture of his life, living in the city-state of Yort (in what today is Turkey). The Tiamat, lives out in the woods with her two young sons (Untamable and First Born), she also has a daughter, Gwyllion, who is in the underworld of Avalon (present day England). Sinned´s man, his father, a long time soldier, as his father was, and as Sinned will become is off fighting with King Thesas I, in Mesopotamia, where he finds the blessed stone, and his father is told by an angle of God, to put the laws of Yort on them, and the stone will be blessed, and to put the stone in a temple in Yort, and there it should remain for the people to see, read, and go according to. Should any force try to destroy it, or harm it, or harm anyone around it, it would be to their downfall.
This is done accordingly, and swiftly, but to the discomfort of the Tiamat, for she has her eyes set on entering Yort, it is just a matter of time, and when she does, she expects to dominate the king or kill him (and she will kill him in time), then she will have the people of Yort build a temple to her, and for her (this will come about in time, but not during this period of her live). And so her intentions at this corner is to destroy the stone before the laws are written on it, and it becomes blessed, and she accomplishes this, that is, capturing the stone, and puts it close to her body as she sleeps. She expects to take it to the bottom of the sea in the early morning, so it will never be found, and during her sleep the King, King Thesas I, and Sinned’s father take it, the angel Serr’el (whom will become Sinned´s guarding angel after his father’s death, puts his hand on the Tiamat, she can’t move, and remains in a frozen sleep.
In the process of the King and Sinned’s father, of escaping out of the area, and into the woods near Yort, the Tiamat wakes up, and follows the scent of the two. She does meet up with both of them, and in a trying battle, swords against her wicket claws, Sinned´s father is fatally wounded, whom cries out for the king to take the stone to Yort, which is now not all that far. With horse and wagon—for the stone is huge—the king heads the dying mans words, and as the king takes off, the Tiamat’s intentions are to block him, but Sinned´s father blocks the Tiamat, and she tares his limbs off, eats him part by part, which allows the king to advance towards Yort, and now full, she cannot run, and thus, loses the Great Stone.
Thereafter the stone is placed in the temple of the One God, of Yort, for there are other temples, in particular, one called the Mystery Temple (of the Angels whom are in prison), here the priest worship an angle they know little about (which is in the trilogy). The citizens of Yort all go to see this mysterious stone, and Sinned is told by his mother his father was the source in saving the stone, and is proclaimed a hero of Yort: Sinned wants to follow in his father’s foot steps, and will in time.

The Tiamat, now in the woods, is visited and told by Serr’el not to try to take the Great Stone of Yort, as long as King Thesas is king of Yort, or she will face the doom of Almighty God, and be cast into the depthless abyss, and never see a flicker of light again. Thus, the stone remains in place, and Yort, has its rules.

The King and the Island

Advance: “The King and the Island,” In this short sketch, the king will be sent to an island, normally I do not write an advance, thus telling the reader before hand what happens, but this sketch is so short, it seems to me it does matter. Many things happen, in a short period of writing space. This sketch was actually written before the “The Tiamat and the King,” at which time I felt Sinned should die: written probably in 1999, or 2000, when the trilogy of the Tiamat was being written. It was in essence meant to be a book or a chapter in a boo, but only the outline was produced. The name given to this story, “The King and the Island,” was given 6-29-2007. The story was meant to be an in-between story of the trilogy, or again I say, interwoven into second, or the last book of the trilogy. As it comes to mind, a chapter that could be put into the last book, seems more reasonable, but never was, a chapter story in essence, although the outline was written in case I wanted to do so in future time. The name of the story now being called The King and the Island, because the Island was meant to be the central theme of the story, but of course it was never given that name at the time, so it simply became part of this story, in a avalanche of events.

The Story: The King and the Island

The story takes place in Uruk (present day Iraq); Yort, present day, Asia Minor, and the Underworld, present day Hell, and an island we shall look at later in the Atlantic. The She Ocean is involved in here as well as in the Tiamat trilogy, and is involved with Sinned´s quest; she lives in the ruins of Pergamun, Asia Minor, this is where Sinned had met her first as a youth, a soldier of Yort, and one who went to many lands to fight for the might of Yort, and where she tried to seduce him. The information Sinned seeks is where Uruk is and how Creation came about (and he will find out some of what he seeks, such as: will there be a flood in his time. Actually, Sinned finds out there will be three floods, one in his time and that there was one about 2500-years before his time (9600 BC), and there will be one after his time, which is around 3600-3700 BC. Serr’el, his guarding angel, assists him with this. In addition He finds out there are cities in the world called Ur and Uruk in the land of Sumer, with the help of The She Ocean, an old friend, and one who sought after him, to get away from her master and teacher, Satan. At this time, Sinned is sixty years old; he has perhaps 30-more years to live. And as it was a time for war and adventure for him in his youth, it is no a time for him to seek out the mysteries of life, as it will be in later days, a time for him to die and to rest and will give up the conquest of trying to save the city and its peoples, as now it seems to be sketched in his will.
The Tiamat, comes back a third time as a spirit, after being in the underworld, this time. The King goes to an island off the coast of where the Pillars of Hercules are (present day, the Rock of Gibraltar). He feels the Tiamat will kill him; this is the frightened and mousey King Thesas III. At the island he finds he is not very well liked, for his reputation precedes him, and is pushed around a bit by the barbaric inhabitants. Pushed and abused in all forms, he sees the other side of life of course, yet in future time, this will all fade and will not produce a good king out of him, that is to say, this experience will not mold him to be a better man, to humanity, if anything, it will cause him to be more less revenant, and more deviant. Thus, he returns to Yort, to take his chances with the demigods and in particular, the Tiamat.
And so now we see the king is reunited into Yort, and the Tiamat feels he can be used as an authority figure, one that will do her bidding, for now she is in spirit form, and realizes she either has to enter another person and possess him soul and all, or be less restrictive for herself, and dominate the king, and back him up, as she slowly commands all of Yort.
During this time, Sinned is given visions of the end of Yort, and Uruk, a land with a king that will be known as Gilgamesh. He sees both cities in mud, and he sees the son born, called Gilgamesh, and he sees a Vampire High Priest, whom is called the father of Gilgamesh, but this is in question of course, he cannot make out the details. But he is seeing the development of his ancient world take place, to him it is present day, and the visions are future time.
During this period of time, as I had mentioned, when the Tiamat and Sinned were not friends, and I mean that in the sense of working together, because in time they will have to, Sinned cast him into the sea, where she originally was as a physical creature long before Sinned came onto the world scene. The Tiamat knows, Sinned has a power that was given to him by the Almighty, and all the demons and citizens of Yort know this as well, Sinned is in a way, the safety belt, or zone for the righteous citizens. If indeed they wish to be part of the One God Temple in the city, where Sinned goes, they are safe, but the demigods realize if anything, the nature of the human being, which is power and pleasure, and this is the premise the work on in Yort.
And so, for a very short period of time, Yort is free of its demigods again, for Sinned has ordered them out, lest they want to be cast into the pit, the abyss (where in future time this will not be possible simply because the inhabitants will not wish it to be, and therefore, as any democracy goes, Sinned will not stand in his their way); and as Sinned has done many times in the past, he is sitting on the Great Walls of Yort, looking down into the valley, and down into the city-fortress of Yort, his city, the one he loves so very much. And he is proud, not that he has done what he has done, but that he was part of it, usable, and available for God, and his city.

The Coming of the Tiamat to Yort
(The Haste of the Tiamat)

Advance: the coming of the Tiamat to Yort” was the most recent story written, and written from the “Last Tales of the Tiamat,” in particular. It tells a little about the history of the Tiamat, and how she came to be in the Mediterranean, area, in which she seems to have drifted into it out of the cold Atlantic about 7000 BC. It also mentions for the first time, Sinned´s Grandparents. Written 6-20-2007.

The Story

Chapter One
The haste of the Tiamat

There was a time prior to the advent of man on earth, one might even say it was a long road from the birth of this time to the time of the Tiamat and on to man, perhaps 118,000 BC might be a good starting point for this prior statement, to the time now of 7000 BC, where the great walls of Yort can bee seen from the woods and Great Sea.
She (the Tiamat) came out of the icy waters of the Atlantic before the earth was healed by the Great War of the Demigods.
Thence she came pass the Pillars of Hercules, came bitterly half frozen from the new continent now known as Antarctica (back then perhaps known as the Peril of Atlantis, for prior to Atlantis (9600 BC, there was no Antarctica, so it was said.
At this given time in history the Artic receded far below where it is today, perhaps all the way to New Orleans, and Antarctica crept almost up to the Azores, where Atlantis was born. And the winds from the Arctic swept south, so there was no relief for the waters the Tiamat swam in, lest she go to the Pacific, and that land populated with the Bird-gods and Moai people, and many other mysterious creatures.
Alas, the oceans were a perilous place to live in those far off days, and thus, she came in haste to find a new abode, and that she did, the waters of the Great Mediterranean Though for three and twenty millennium, had past since her birth, now she has found a new path to be trodden upon, and she will soon find out, it leads into the great forest of Yort, and there she will be able to see the Great Walls of Yort, city-state, in Asia Minor. And so great was each step (parting the cold waters of the Atlantic), it was carved in her heart and evil mind, she had found the Garden of Eve, which of course she did not.
The land where she had now come to was now bleak and bare, from a great flood that had taken place 9600 BC, just 1600-years prior to this arrival. It took all of 700-years to dry this landscape to what it was now. And it was that many of these lands were re-peopled.

The Tiamat did not understand at first the harsh tongues of the new world, so she walked warily into the many corners of the lands and sea, listening and learning, in due time spotting the walls of Yort, and set up a hiding place in the deep of the woods, living silently in those days, that is to a certain degree anyway.
Wherever she was, no living thing felt safe, strayed slowly away, she was a deadly looking creature, she that took by force, all she wished.
As rim as she was, form her travels, she asked now and then of the news of the Great City of Yort. And suspiciously she was, and lived.
She spoke at this time the old tongue of the demigods, a language now forgotten for the most part. And in time she would learn several languages of the area, she had a lot of time to do so.
It was a soft spoken language, with no tidings, just bare facts of the moment, and focused on the present.
At this time, Sinned was not yet born, but his Grandparents were.

Chapter Two
The Lord of Arms

…and so King Thesas I was not even the king yet, which would be in the time of Sinned, 6840 BC, and during this time there were no beggars in the city as there would be in latter days, the days of Sinned. His grandfather was a soldier, likened to his father and himself, the time is 7000 BC, and the Grandfather will live to be around 250-years old, which was not uncommon for it day.
They called Sinned´s Grandfather, “The Lord of Arms,” he was a general in the Army of Yort, and a fierce fighter indeed. His wife, LADY Newrom, and the grandfather were known as Lord Rom.
Here in this great stone house, Lord Rom lived, and his wife gave birth to Sinned´s father, and would inherit the house, and likewise, Sinned in time would inherit the house.
(To update the reader on the trilogy of the Tiamat, Sinned´s father would be slain by the Tiamat, and his mother by the Amazons. And so Sinned´s family had a history with the Tiamat from almost the on start of her arrival, for Lord Rom, will also have his dealings with her.)
No one dare touch Newrom, when Lord Rom was out to war that is until the appearance of the Tiamat, who showed, or had no fears, not yet anyway. She aided the poor, farm children who lived in the fields and outside the walls of Yort, with food and advice.
It is not known for sure but an old man gave some credence (and testimony after the fact) to the event, that Lady Newrom, with one of the farm daughter’s were plundered by some strange event, thing—she was stripped for her cloths, which lay loose on the ground and there was no sight of her. It was said by the old man, he saw a green colored object, perhaps hand, grabbed her and the young girl, quick like an alligator and the cloths remained where she was grabbed, and that was the last anyone had ever seen of either one of the two females. The old man was too frightened even to send in his hunting dogs to save the couple, lest he expose his whereabouts, and be subject to the same fate. Assuming it was the Tiamat, and it seems most probably it was; accordingly, that was the beginning of what was to be called, “The Cursed Forest of Yort.”

The Lord of Arms…

The Tiamat and the Winter Withdrawn
(In Three Parts)

The Creation of Yort,
And the Land of Sorrows

(Part of the Tiamat Tales)

Written 6-21-2007
Part I of II I Parts

The Tiamat escaped the great winters of 9600 BC, when Atlantis sunk, and the creation of a new continuant was born, called “The Frozen Lands of Poseidon” (present day Antarctica).
At this time, a great catastrophe took place upon the continent of Europe, and Asia as well as—all the way down the Southern Atlantic, the underground, bottom of the sea, opened up and swallowed much of what was land, turned it upside down, or so it seemed, covered what didn’t sink with mud. Legend says, it was then called ‘The Land of Sorrows,’ much of the Atlantean elite, left the so called tips of the mountains of what was left of Atlantis and fled to Crete and Egypt, creating a new race and life, and a secret society within these societies, that would someday become worldwide.
At this time, many of the inhabitants also fled to a land near the Black Sea, where now stands Troy, but before Troy, it was Yort. It was a land set aside, alone on a mountain top, sort of. It could guard itself from the many nations that would in time envy her.,. a great enclosure her people would build, and man and beast would marvel at Yort’s great walls, the envy of the new world. Gilgamesh would try to copy these same walls in his day (2700 BC), the demigod from Sumer.
The Tiamat withdrew from the islands in the Atlantic and during the eruption was cast into the frozen waters of now, the new land, Antarctica.
At this time, Yort, was but a few months old, being build after the destruction of the old world order, which was by the leadership of Atlantis, thus, the first king of Yort was but a King for a very short period of time, called Hellsink (He was as wicket as he was sadistic, he had courage alright, and people of Yort grew to dread him and his ways: he loved the hunting of the wild bear and humans, with hidden eyes. He was at one time an Atlantean with a tinge of Greek heritage in him, a simple soldier, who now became a king. He would take at will, and call it his right, the brides to be in Yort, and if there was any resistance, he would kill the whole family of the bride, to include the groom.
Sunrise, the king’s young wife, also of Atlantean stock, but with Egyptian blood also, feared the king less than anyone, and above all, loved his new found kingdom. In truth, she proved to be a better Queen, than he a king. Straight she walked, and tall, for she had come from a royal house in the Port of Poseidonia, the land of Atlantis. And although the king would rule for less than two years, she would rule for one hundred and twenty-seven, and die at the ripe old age of 175-years old.
And so this is the history of the beginnings of Yort, and the coming of the Tiamat, and the winter she would withdraw from to find her new nest.

Lemuria —the Tiamat’s Peril

Written 6-21-2007
Part II of III Parts

The Queen of Tears
(A Sad Tale of the Tiamat)

Part III of III Parts
Written 6-21-2006

Notes on the Making of “The Last Tales of the Tiamat”

“The King and the Tiamat,” written in chapter summation originally, and put aside and misplaced; but now stretched out, reshaped or reworked recently. This short book [story] was written [in part] during the time period [about four years ago] while the other three books were being published on the Tiamat, but set aside for the most part [written in: 2000-2001]; rewritten 2003, and restructured and finished 11/19/03. I was not going to finish it but when I decided to do the “Tales of the Tiamat,” I felt it a must, to finished the story to give the other three books an ending; now, not finishing the tales I have found or added to this volume, and gone over it once again in September and October of 2004, a few modifications only; for this might be put into a short story book yet [which now is in the making]. I hope you enjoy it. First time published, not in any other books, to include the trilogy of the Tiamat, or magazines.

“The Ghost of the Tiamat,” (3-pages, or 1118 words), this is another fragment to the short stories of the Tiamat series I started writing, this in particular story was written 1-2004, and updated on 12-4-2005.This short Vignette/sketch was to be #4: introduction into a new series, which was never produced, but in 2005, I decided to created with these four short stories, “The Last Tales of the Tiamat”, to include the twenty-five plus pages of “The Tiamat and the king”. (Revised 6-2007)

“The Tiamat, and the Mesopotamia Stone” is a story started but never grew, perhaps because it has been told in part in the first three books of the Tiamat, although it set some firm dates, I forgot, such as the birth of Sinned being 6820 BC; the time the King and his father are gone to bring back the great stone: Sinned is five years old at the time, or the year is 6815 BC, when they return, the father is dead, killed by the Tiamat, and Sinned is 15 years old, the year is 6800 BC. I would seem in other writings I put Sinned´s death birth at 6800 BC. But I tend to feel I miscalculated, thinking BC goes forward when it goes backwards if to catch up with the AD period. He would have been born, 6820 BC. The king and his father were gone ten-years, as I wanted it to be. (Revised 6-2007)

“The Invincible Tiamat, and the Mad King of Uruk” this short story, about 2000-words was written in 8-2002, a few years after “The Tiamat and the King”, after

“The King and the Island,” In this short sketch, the king will be sent to an island, normally I do not write an advance, thus telling the reader before hand what happens, but this sketch is so short, it seems to me it does matter. Many things happen, in a short period of writing space. This sketch was actually written before the “The Tiamat and the King,” at which time I felt Sinned should die, probably in 1999, or 2000, when the trilogy of the Tiamat was being written. It was in essence meant to be a book, but only the outline was produced. The name given to this story, “The King and the Island,” was given 6-20-2007 (revised, 6-2007).

“The Coming of the Tiamat to Yort” was the most recent story written, and written from the “Last Tales of the Tiamat,” in particular. It tells a little about the history of the Tiamat, and how she came to be in the Mediterranean, area, in which she seems to have drifted into it out of the cold Atlantic about 7000 BC. It also mentions for the first time, Sinned´s Grandparents. Written 6-20-2007.

“The Tiamat and the Winter Withdrawn” is a three part story of the Tiamat, and the city Yort. “The Creation of Yort,” and “Lemuria, the Tiamat’s Peril,” and “The Queen of Tears” are three tales of the Tiamat, which predate all the other tales in time, according to the story. That is to say, all other tales are around the date 6800 BC, now the tales take you deeper into time and pre history.

The Tiamat— and the Forest-boughs

2006-07-26T17:26:00.000-07:00

I heard the wet hoofs of the Tiamat:
Saw lightening flashes from her eyes,
Illumed my way as I tried to escape,
(Amazed was I)) Hiding in the deep
Forest-boughs))—and narrowly did I!

But she retraced—one by one, my steps:
I could see her teeth, and towering head
A tempest of terror, with hungry despair—!

For within a few minutes I decried—as she
Blended in, indistinguishable—among the
Bulk of the forest…massive boughs.

I thought as I drew back (The sound of
My heart Loud with vibrations):
“I bid this old cursed world farewell!”

Then her demoniac fury brought
The holocaust upon me; Forthwith,
I knew now, not where I am…! Nor have I
Refuge with the eerie fiends.

7/27/2006 #1397 Written at El Parquetito Café, Lima, Peru

Note: in writing out the new short story of: “The Tiamat of Titan,” at the El Parquetito Café, this sunny afternoon Wednesday, in Lima, Peru, Miraflores, the poem came to me suddenly, and I had to order a second cup of coffee to finish it. The story being about the birth of the Tiamat; in the past I’ve done several poems, and a few short stories on the Tiamat, and three books. Somehow this creature has come into my life, and never seems to leave.

Oblivion— And the Tiamat [Sonnet of the Tiamat]

2006-07-26T09:39:00.000-07:00

Dennis L. Siluk

Her mouth sunken with undying black blood—
The same, King Belphegor in Hell sips.
Silent—at night—about the halls of Sheol,
Unnoticed, she walks dribbling the cursed blood;
The Tiamat has found her pacing-place, divine
Where she sneers in jest, at Belphegor's whims.
O Hades and your relentless cryptic sides!
The fallen demigod has mockery eyes!

Ah! I hear her echoes from walls of stone
From pre-history—, to dawn's eternal—.
She bellows—from Arch kingdoms, far below.
As I stand here in wonderment and stare
A sad gaze; who feels his soul eternal
I hear her blind echoes, echoes, echoes… !

2005

The Account of: The aparition Tiamat

2006-07-09T17:58:00.000-07:00

The Account of:
The Apparition Tiamat

[A Vignette/sketch #4: introduction into a new series]

(A Letter found at the late H.L. Lovelit's Home, in Boston, had the following story.)

It was in the spring of a lost year, one yet to remember, save for that fact, Sinned had died in the year previous to it; Sinned, the name still echoes throughout Yort, yes, the mighty Yort, with its towering gates and walls. Yes indeed, Yort was still interesting and fashionable in the world that was dominated by the demonic-beings left behind from some golden age long forgotten. The young and foolish King Thesus III was still ruling, as was the new certified demonic-god, Lucifer, or is that he, an angelic being has allowed York to know his identity? Many at Yort have deliberated this fact out for quite a spell, and the Tiamat: mother of demon; she was here, in spirit one might say, or rather, in ghost form. Yes, with these three, to include the Commander of the Military, much if not all, was suppressed from the public’s eye. Only now, after a decade of over looking at Yort, and its inhabitants, it comes to mind, the missing links between the human and demonic world. Sinned always said it was his One God, and of course, the demonic forces within Yort said their was no other but them and us (this has been of course explained in the three books Mr. Siluk wrote about the Tiamat).

I, Nwahs, the brother of Ydoc, have lived an adventurous life, somewhat. I find myself thrilling as I think about my brother’s death and the parting of Sinned when, thrilled that I, a farmers boy have survived, and become who I am, in the high offices of Yort. Sinned, who utterly submerged his mind with this One God business, brought on his own demise, I do believe; yet he remains a legend in our city, and as far as Yort can reach. His God is somewhat, or almost extinct now, other than a few folks bringing forth a few glimpses of interest, occasionally, but like putting a fire to ashes with water, so reacts the demonic forces of Yort, stopping the thirst for this One God, by the demons when it surfaces.

It can be imagined my close friendship with the three I have mentioned: The King, Lucifer, and the Tiamat whom now is a ghost in her own right; for she has shed the skin, like a snake of the Ram-god, who now is second in command in the underworld. She as we all know made a deal with him and thus, entered his physical body, as she distorted it, and it rotted away with her inside of it.

I have come to realized more clearly as time has gone by—there is no point in resisting the wants and demands, if not needs of the three most high in Yort, ‘twas they that have now given me my position, and for them who do defy them, risk death, like Sinned, who would not hear of it that way, he did risk life and limb and did die so doing.

And here I was, given the 5th highest position in Yort, under the Commander. The newly made position called: ‘Overseer [detective] of Arms,’ kind of the monitor of Yort, for I had no real force of my own, yet the soldiers under the Commander, were also subject to me, for they are the ones that kept peace and order in the city. My position simply called for me to review all circumstances of the military, and citizens, and possibly the enemy outside our gates, and report back any derogatory information that might hinder our Yort, or the good name of the demonic forces that now run the fortress. I needed not to do anything about anything just report and that in it would demolish any residence within any growing conflict between leaders and followers.

It seemed to me, most of the young soldiers at Yort were turned into loafers (for the most part), not warriors, or nationally proud soldiers. It became kind of a lifeless and thankless job, no longer a career.

With a snarl of disgust, I took my new position, as a gift and a death sentence all in one. For no one ever survived the maltreatment of these three forces--: other than, Sinned and the Commander.

[From the view of Sinned, prior to his death, Yort had become a most uninteresting city of death]

Meeting of the Tiamat

Said the Tiamat in her ghostly form to me, Nwahs:

“You need to invoke into the citizens of Yort their need to worship us more, not only I, but Lucifer, and the King, we are all one, all three of us.”

I answered, “How?”

“Well, well,” she slurped out of her selfish condescending way, with her infamous smirk,

“You are the man in the field, the consultant, whose occupation has become the 5th highest in the city: no more pulling weeds out of the field for the one time farmer--: its called possibilities, create possibilities.”

How I wish I’d had never taken the job, and had I known at the time, the flood God sent, would only destroy everything but Yort, perhaps I would not have taken this job so quickly. You see, it was Satan who vanished into the sky when Sinned died, and the world turned purple and blue, black and gray, and that man over in Asia Minor, building the boat, stopped for a spell, and perhaps there is another flood on its way, but this one only drowned the sea around us, not us on top of the cliffs. And whom would have ever figured Satan would forgive the Tiamat, and let her come back to rule York, as a ghost with him.

I suppose Sinned was the antagonist for them, and now he is gone, and the world starts over again. Now what?
Note: Originally this introduction to a new series was done in written out some time in 2002-03; and updated, 12/4/2005; after the three Tiamat books of Dennis’ were released in 2002. He had finished in draft form, three other very short stories or sketches, and a few he found recently. He never perused this much beyond the three books. But for those interested, this short sketch tells what happens after the last days (or what the third book specifies is the last days) of Yort, the city on the hill, in the year about 6800 BC; thus, this would be a decade thereafter, or there about. Today, 12/4/05, he has gone over the short story, and here it is.

See Dennis' web site: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com