Myth of The Dark Archangel Armaros (Part II)

Beyond the Vaults

1

The Stairway

(400-hundred years before the Great Flood) Armaros, beside him and below him become the deep well, it dropped down boundless it seemed, and there he stood by way of the winding staircase. And as he stared down into its blackness, it appeared to Armaros, that the cease of this nicely that he stared into, possibly even went deeper - a bottomless well past the crust of the earth, possibly to the core, that is to mention, he concept. A hundred years within the vaults, in which blackness resided at ever threshold, and at instances elusive to wherein he turned into, and the intensity of being alone, all on my own, devil or demon or some thing living, must not be on my own, however this turned into a self imposed jail, stretched throughout an ungrounded international, a maze, barring entry to man and beast or even to his type, the angelic forces, once the kids of God.

Yet shape the well came the sound of conflict, and he heard shouts of suffering and torture, for that reason Armaros, plunging down the stairway, deep into the edge, breaking elements of the stairway that held it together as he hurriedly reducing the steps with the aid of leaps, ten at a time, going into the thick dark veil of the deep. He turned into blind within this darkish, and creatures seemed to be grabbing directly to his flesh, clawing at it, and as he regarded down after  days of losing, his sight changed into restored to light, as the entirety behind him now changed into darkish.

He discovered himself in a room, and he rested in a corner, feeling shattered and exhausted. Priceless was this even though, possibly a brand new generation for him. As he seemed about, the room as massive as coliseum, he saw swords smeared with blood, and no longer a tree or brick, or piece of furniture, or rock, everything degree and flat, but there was a easy order getting into the vicinity, mixed with sweat and blood, an order liked to perfume, vegetation, and as he walked to the other give up of this plateau, seeing at the opposite stop there were many cave entrenches, as there was many above the lower ones, and plenty of above the second one row, making for a 3rd row, he stared to peer corpses right here and there-one that even moved barely, his throat cut, and his arm desperately trying to attain his throat, as though to investigate the damage. And a short discern of a being came out, of who is aware of where, he become just there, he become called Yecho; Armaros figured him to be an imp of some type, a long suppose nose, and oblong head, jelly-ling torso, having best 4 fingers and 3 toes, a rippled chin, and face, massive rimmed eyes, with watermelon seeds for, iris, and a protracted skinny tail, and as he approached, the three rows, top degrees, filled with 1000 or extra creatures like him, but many with no fingers, he might discover they have been the female species, naked as a jaybird. And he just started swinging his sword down strokes and facet strokes, that could have decapitated him had he landed the sword on his shoulder and endeavor to regain his toes after he fell, slipped on a dead corpse.

In result, Armaros, moved with lightning velocity, no sword in hand, just speedy as a hawk of movement, and kicked the sword from the arms of Yecho, and Yecho fell all over again hard onto the corpse in the back of him, and the large Armaros, a few nine feet tall, clutched this little imp of no extra than four ft, by means of his wrist, and screamed in a wordless rage to the echoing area, "You can not kill me!" Ignoring the dead and Yecho, addressing the thousand or so gazing. And so, Yecho gave a nod, as if to say, k, you won, giving him ground, he couldn't deal with Armaros deadly pace. Had Armaros wanted he ought to have squeezed and burst each bone in Yecho's head, and frame. And at one time he might have, however 100-years by myself, made a difference, he wanted friends, no longer enemies.

"Look out, angelic warrior," stated Yecho, "we are many, you're one!"

"I want no more living enemies," cried Armaros, unarmed. He looked about, and felt a cold, very cold jolt area up his spine, if he desired to make buddies; this become the time to do it.

His frame became worn and pale, twisted and wrapped in hideous looking wounds, however all could see his exquisite muscular tissues surge all through the fight. His strength, and the horror he could cause along with his strength, inspired many.

"You realize who I am," stated Armaros.

"Oh sure, we understand also that Agaliarept, the Henchman of is your pal, and our enemy," stated Yecho.

"Used to be my pal, beyond nerve-racking," remarked Armaros.

As he checked out the tiers, the crowd roared, and grunted, lifted up guns, slobbered spit and slime, "Let him be our buddy!" they yelled, and Keveq the Imp, a clergyman got here ahead, "Yes, yes, let him be, and if he can chain Agaliarept, let him lead us, he, I suppose has greater power that Agaliarept, all Archangels do."

Armaros moved ahead like a cat, hesitated, "Where is his domain?" He failed to comprehend it might be close by.

"Let me come up with an indefinable warning, he is a monster that warps his hands round you, and as he does this, they develop like pythons, to anacondas, in electricity, in squeezing depth, and in length and bulk, he is our antagonist, he kills 100 people for game every year, as though we have been his little bulls. And so we exercise on this arena with one another to educate ourselves to one day beat him, fruitlessly of direction."

"What madness is this?" he murmured. And then have become a whole lot tied. Keveq, ordered useless fried rat, and skinned boiled worms-for Armaros to gain his electricity (a delicacy for this underworld species), and he ordered Yeil to comfort him to be available to talk to him every time he wished to talk, and he had Yecho, carry him water, and there inside the center of the area they built a tent, and laid him on a grass rug. But of route, all this had diffused evil within it, and the Black Archangel, slept for 3 days and three nights. And Yeil remained by way of his aspect, listened to his superb nostrils tiredly making wonderful sounds, and his hoarse respiration made the tent tremble-like a crushed tomb out inside the excessive seas, and Yeil, noticed he had no shadow, and knew he changed into for positive the doomed angels, she have been informed, all Black Archangels lose their shadows, they're the worse of the more severe, but he didn't appear so, and made her scent candy, among his mucky smell, reminiscent to dead matters

And the imps, outdoor of the top notch tent, ate the rotting carcasses. In the subsequent weeks they smothered him with presents, and wiped the hundred-12 months stench from his body, grinning harshly understanding what they want of him, vainly, this time, he'd do it willing. And his weak spot lifted.

2

The Arena

The little imp, Keveq, shook his head, up and down-glancing at Armaros' muscular body and length, and had 3 imps bring about a wonderful sword, of -hundred pounds, and gave it to the wonderful and evil betrayer of his very own kind, Armaros, dropped it beside him, it was too heavy for them to do otherwise, then brought forth a big timber cup of wine, blazing crimson, and stated, "Kill him! He comes today!"

"You don't kill demon, you bind them," said Armaros. "And need to the Devil Belphegor, come at the side of him, you need to dominate him, with all of your forces, until I weaken Agaliarept as a minimum, then I can tackle Belphegor. But I worry I can not take them each on at one time. Keveq, looked down emotionally to his toes, hoarsely said, "Leave it to me," at that moment, Yecho, with several different imps, carried a series twenty toes long, weighting 1000 kilos, "Will this do to bind the ones ?" he requested.

Armaros, picking up his sword, made a quick gesture, indicating 'sure.' Armaros held the sword to his lips, kissed the blade, drank deeply the relaxation of his wine, "Where are they?" he asked.

"I have plotted in opposition to him, telling him, we had our one-hundred imps watching for his slaughter, there'll most effective be the two, had I not visited him on he would have brought many extra of his kind, all choice to peer the slaughter, however once he is in chains, they'll go away alone for a thousand years.

"My electricity drains speedy," stated Armaros "bring me greater wine." And Yeil, who remained at his side, did as he requested.

"The energy of evil brings him right here," stated Armaros, "and it is the powers of evil to be able to dominate him, and the dark lust in my heart, for he changed into one that overthrew me, compelled me down into this world. For simplest a crazed guy might come here willingly, hatred has lifted my spirits.

Three

The Iron Battle

Agaliarept and Belphegor, walked into the arena, first component they caught sight of Armaros, stated Agaliarept, "Armaros what a wonder, you're real to lifestyles! What are you doing here?" his voice really excited to peer him.

"The crowd thinks you'll combat me?" questioned Armaros.

"Am I?" requested Agaliarept.

"You have little preference, if any, to combat and lose, or now not combat and still lose, and be chained by me, and forgotten for a thousand years."

Belphegor stepped again. As Agaliarept feinted rapidly and shot his right fist into the face of Armaros. And you may listen the bones crushing first-rate in the punch. He had rough and big knuckles, heavy shoulders, and tremendous forearms, but turned into simplest six toes tall. Armaros wiggled his jaw, felt it, "A precise shot," he murmured. The impact of the blow changed into it seems that heard at some stage in the arena, and Belphegor became gloating. Then with a intake of breath, and a bounce and leap in the air, while he landed again on his ft, Armaros' lengthy and thick talons, sank deep into the again shoulders of Agaliarept as if he turned into a bull, and he swayed drunkenly, however he remained on his ft.

He had the head of a horse, and horns of a bull, and talons as long as Armaros, but become now not as rapid as Armaros-this became a flashing crimson light for Agaliarept, that came instantly to him, he had usually failed to realise this with angelic beings, but knew Armaros was dangerous. Agaliarept swung a wild left, high near the ear of Armaros, however he went down, and the gang rose, nervous he might not get returned up. He become dazed, however he fast regained his posture. Now a tinge blinded and dizzy, Agaliarept threw some other punch and overlooked, now Armaros, had regained all his senses, and with both arms circling around him like a hawk, likened to a thoughts-sweeper, he kicked and punched relentlessly, till he dropped Agaliarept senselessly to his knees.

The crowd went loopy, and Keveq said to Yecho, "Did you spot that," then turned to Belphegor, announcing, "It is pleasant you leave, we don't need you, in case you live you will face 1000-folks, and Armaros. And he left like a natural born demon freak, and Armaros handed Agaliarept over to Keveq, and become crowned that very day, King.

The Tumulus

((Part 3 to: Forsaken Gods) (The Dark Archangel, Armaros))

1

The Tumulus

The following narrative takes place the various exceptional stones of Rujm-el Hiri (otherwise known as the: Gigal Refaim; Circle of Raphiam; the Wheel of the Giants, in: Hebrew; and Stone Heap of the Wildcat, in: Arabic; also, the tomb of Og, massive king from before the Great Flood inside the e book: Deuteronomy: bankruptcy: 11); region, within the Golan Heights of Israel, through the Syrian boarder.) In July of 2010, I went to the Circle of Refaim; I am particularly of a traveler-archeologist, fanatic you might say, who has traveled all through the world, in this go to, it changed into to research the unaccountable disappearance of one of the Watchers, a particular one; whereat, at some stage in the duration earlier than the Great Flood, this one Dark Archangel, referred to as Armaros took upon himself to be self exiled. This of course I'd find out later, and might write about it in a  part story called "Forsaken Gods," this now being the 0.33 element to that story, and the element I omitted until now which concerns me, and my Peruvian wife Rosa.

It became my first journey to this sight, and I took some measurements, the sheer length of the place was widespread, I had no intentions to stay longer than an hour, yet all through that hour, interest ignited in me like a bonfire. I had found out the stone circles have been in component, an offering-put in vicinity, to offer thanks to the gods and entities of that day, a few 6000-years in the past, or 4000 BC, all of the way as much as a thousand BC, which become 500-years beyond the time of King Og, and Goliath, being one of the remaining giants of that technology, around 1100 BC; the time the second struggle of the Giants took place changed into around 1500 BC, led by means of Joshua (the preceding one was earlier than the Great Flood, foretold in the Book of Numbers; King Og, being the closing King of the remnant Rephaim). In any case, the circles I had leaned stood for earthen gods and fertility; along side that there have been many ceremonies held here in the ones pagan days I had learned, and noticed there was a high-quality power circle that surrounded the site all of the manner to the surrounding hills. Furthermore, it turned into a temple site, astronomy website online; I had also turn out to be aware about the size, it changed into built in step with PHI (1.618), the divine proportion (to: artwork, design, lifestyles, beauty, and mathematics...).

A sinister bright-yellow summer season's early afternoon made my go to untimely by using an unexpected cloudburst that had filled the plateau location, and in particular, Rujm-el Hiri. The hundreds of rocks along the circle had been already blurred extra than enough to make out something certainly, and the gloom of the afternoon to be became met with a moderate earthquake, the whole thing said we should not be right here. That the vintage ones, the Shinning Ones, the arena beneath the Great Circle, didn't want us; I had seemed the area over nicely, knew wherein the main front became, the rear front, a keeping apart stone confirmed me in which  rooms had been, a massive one and small one, inside the middle of the shape, I saw wherein as soon as changed into a tunnel-the tumulus (a large mound of stones, and an front underneath it, special than the numerous dolmens I had discovered in the circle). This is where we hid from the typhoon, my spouse and a Jewish guy by means of the call of Shmuel, who became our manual.

With my illness I become woefully uninterested in the adventure, I even have Multiple Sclerosis, and we had begun the trip at dawn, and my spouse Rosa turned into fanning me each 5 minutes from the sizzling warmth, and now the piercing muggy atmosphere. While crammed inside this opened website online of the tumulus, I now had time to be aware the flora that were growing in this unique place, plants of a few odd shape. The energy degree right here turned into at 4 MB; I could sense tingling sensations in my palms and ft, or even my tooth ((MB, equals energy level in Bovis units) (Basic Vibrations))

As this lousy typhoon rapidity took a sturdy maintain within the plateau reign and nearby hills, and the website online itself, a grey twilight appeared to dangle over us like a mysterious veil, yet it turned into simplest afternoon. It changed into turning into a nightmare chaos, and this confusion drove Shmuel to near desperation wanting to run off and pressure us all lower back to Jerusalem-in our rented automobile-back to our resort, at the spur of the moment, this second. And the longer we stayed, the extra he desired to go away with growing pitiless strictness. We ought to now listen all around us-as this typhoon, became a thunder and lightening, and near storm winds: the clatter of horse's hoofs and flashes of illumed Nephilim (the antique giants of old) seemed to seem inside the a long way-off distance as I looked through the outlet, some type of compelled visions I presume, from the residue of perhaps extremely good battles that once occurred on this vicinity.

At this factor I did now not need to leave this tumulus, I knew now I couldn't even trace my steps lower back to the few footpaths we took to get here, feeling sure that had I gone, I might have long past astray, but not being concerned to retrace my steps in this horn of darkness, with grey to midnight darkish clouds, a tempest at hand, God forbid I ought to pass off target. But I informed Shmuel to head, and are available lower back later in the evening for us if indeed he cared to. But he stated, "I can't depart you, what could my spouse Aviva say need to I now not comeback without you folks?"

My questioning became "...Properly-based," Shmuel said, and we stepped again into the tumulus deeper for safekeeping. As I dared to step down a few stone steps, several steps inside the tumulus, the entirety turned into-for the maximum part, indistinguishable in opposition to the bulk of the granite stones. Doubtless a grave or temple, and perhaps need to we descend even greater, into catacombs or vaults, at decrease ranges-this turned into my wondering. At approximately twenty-5 ft underneath, from where we began, a sound all of sudden and suddenly came, and improved at each foot we went from that step onward and downward, it became loud and echoing, with aftershocks, all of us had goose bumps, and had been shivering involuntarily, with-out of character, alarm. And there before us changed into a outstanding hole, deeper than we ought to see its bottom.

A hooded creature appeared, an imp of some sort, and as he spoke he easy unarmed me with profound interest (outside the tumulus the hurricane persevered, we ought to pay attention the gusts of rain, and ever-nearing thunder, and lightening lit up the entrance above us relatively, as if light bent its manner around the top of us, right down to this hollow to allow us to recognise, we have been still seen).

Said the little imp, "My name is Keveq the Tenth... (and at the back of him have been many eyes peeking upward from the opening of the first rate hole, one step beneath every other, for umpteenth steps, Keveq might tell me later there has been 4000-thousand of those imps in line to return up and take part in a meeting for the teachings of sacred sciences this evening) it's miles lucky (persevered the Imp) which you discovered us now and now not later, I cannot be your host, or if you remain right here, it'll be unwell for you and all, hell-brew, if you understand what I mean."

Rosa, my spouse, checked out me, she knew I become hungry and as nicely very worn-out. "Well," said Keveq the Tenth, "I can provide you some food but I doubt you need what we devour." And I had heard what they ate, from the murmur from the hole, and I stated, a bit mollified, "I suppose I'll skip the offer, however thanks anyways."

There was a positive refinement approximately Keveq, some true breeding emanated from him, and I notion right then and there of the legends and myths of The Great Circle of Giants, "Are you associated with the Keveq that dates back to the times of the Black Archangels, and specially, Armaros?"

I had to say it; no question, my expressions gave it away anyhow, if not my interest.

"Yes, he became my first-rate grandfather many generations before me," stated Keveq the Tenth. "I am he! And we're of the Armarosion Order."

"Legend has it; Ur'el the holy archangel came down inside the days prior to the Great Flood and buried all the Watchers, below the sand and stones and some other place, did Armaros have this type of destiny? Legend leaves him out by some means, and to my know-how, still within the underworld."

"In our order, and there now are several orders inside the underworld, we do no longer keep that the spirit is enriched if we tell our sacred secrets and techniques, then that they had not be secrets and techniques, is this not so?" And he went on to say, "If you do need to understand, we've a rare library in our underground city, it has taken hundreds of years to build up the scrolls and books and pills and so forth, and it also has taken one thousand-years for us to dig out this hollow, and make clear and safe this stairway, as it once turned into. All you need to do is climb down it to find out some thing you're seeking, and you may also find out if Armaros is there, and if so, he will not can help you return." Then all of a sudden 3 extra imps joined us in the top part of the tumulus, by the names of: Vameb, Mechi, and Shaah (a female imp).

"Not a completely appropriate manner of announcing welcomes to our domestic, and take all our hospitality at your very own threat," Said Shmuel.

"Without put off," I said, indicating I desired to move, however handiest after the technological know-how assembly.

And then Rosa pulled out a few pork jerky for me to chunk on, and equal water. And during the light meal I changed into having, I speedy located my particularly of a bunch become a pupil of uncommon if now not extraordinary abilities, with an sophistication, a one-of-a-kind form of fact, a cosmic and supernatural fact, strange to us people. Now I had emptied my water bottle, and ate my piece of pork, and Rosa became speaking to Shmuel, and Keveq with Mechi, Shaah and Vameb; all becoming antique acquainted pals fast.

My fatigue had now drifted off, and I was in some rare feel of nicely-being, perhaps the web site itself and its electricity supply. I had heard this site become accurate for respiratory illnesses, and it changed into proving so, I now should breathe an awful lot higher, much less gasping for air. There became a physical comfort united with intellectual recognition and intensity to my being. So when Keveq, cautioned a 2d time to pay a go to to his library and see if the Black Archangel become still there, I agreed with eagerness. But my wife sternly said, "You got to be kidding, what about me?" And I honestly stated, "You're with me, right?"

2

The Underground Library

Here, inside the library, had been the hidden fragments of Socrates (450 BC), on God and Man, and Plato's secret papers on Atlantis (four hundred BC), those never visible earlier than, and the fragments of the 365-books Enoch wrote (two hundred-years before the flood, 4800 BC) wrote even as in heaven, and the name of the game scriptures of Josephus' (a hundred AD) and the books stored from the hearth at Alexandria, Egypt (396 BC, or thereabouts), and weathered files as soon as stored within the dry cellars of Timbuktu, and the Manuscripts of the Tiamat, and the Book of Light with the aid of Jews and Death by means of the Egyptians, and I saw books on black magic and white magic, and the Sumerian Kings list, in stone, courting lower back 241,200 years, and writings on and via the First Dynasty of Kish, and Erech and Ur and Babylon, and an historic Chinese Text, and sculpted hieroglyphics dating to 1700 BC and past, and the name of the game writings of the Underground Empire ((of Aliens) (which I read: "For within these abnormal caverns and terrifying tunnels that cross throughout South America all the way to and all through Mongolia and Antarctica, is living right here within this article for the safe preserving of taking up the sector when the time is right; that is in part, my lengthy misplaced hidden race, the remaining Black Angels, and the Shinning Ones, and the Reptilian Race, for all of the Archangels however Armaros did not break out, but there are one-hundred and eighty people left..." written via Armaros."))

Having study that, is after I stopped, knowing now, he became alive and right here inside the crust of the earth, or possibly we might have even been decrease than the crust, in some secure pocket. Armaros certainly believed he belonged to the angelic brothers he had once left, and betrayed, and perhaps won back their devotion. Although they had been now not archangels, but Powers, so I had unlocked the mystery I had favourite.

I had forgotten to look after every week of studying, the scale of the library and now I had, it had an iron door, twenty-feet excessive, and the ceiling became twenty-feet higher, truly an enormous quantity of guy power it took to build this library, as it did for the Circle of Rephaim. Especially in a world that their important subject changed into survival for the imp race, but, the shelves had been overcrowded with books, one specially at the "Dragon Race," and the race of the Archangels before Earth, additionally referred to as the "Draconian" certainly it turned into the human race all once more, being watched over through the Watchers of that day, and the Draconian Race, before the Earth, 40-million BC. This book turned into maximum thrilling: even though greater on the reptilian race than the angelic, who also lived in Sumer, this race lived within three degrees of life: hyperspace, astral, and physical: and at 3 differed degrees of awareness: aware, subconscious, and amazing-conscious. Part of this race changed into winged reptilians (four-million BC). And then I stopped analyzing, and heard: a voice, as I gazed with mingled awe and interest at this tall being now standing in front of me and my spouse to my side.

"These are extraordinary treasures," he counseled. I notion it become higher now not to speak, and what would I actually have ask him anyhow, it was Armaros, he crossed his palms, crisscross, throughout his chest, like the Egyptians do, as he spoke and his voice turned into not mellow, "You can't stay here," he stated.

"Why," I requested, a bit despair, with a troubled expression on my face, trying to understand more approximately the whole thing, thinking this become going to be our new home.

"You bring a curse with you," he stated, "It is an evil spell to me." He implied. He took the extent from my hand 'The Draconian Race,' and said: "You do not understand, how can such matters be, you are a sanctified Christian, I am an outcast to the Most Highest, and the way can there not be any threat in you being right here for me? There are matters beyond your understandings. The evil of Lucifer himself might befall me if I left you stay here, and remember me a devious plot, as I did many years ago to my compadres, he's the simplest one of the angelic forces that realize where I am, apart from those who have joined me from those far-off days, additionally renegades. I do no longer even dare to slay you, lest I face a dreamless existence questioning if the Almighty will come down and have someone positioned a heel beneath me. Thus, a majority of these manuscripts are forbidden a good way to read, what you have found out is very little..."

When Rosa and I woke up, we had been resting in our beds in Jerusalem in our four-celebrity lodge, with a golden solar melting thru the window glass of our room. It became like we had vanished from the underworld, on a cloud. I jumped off the bed, walked to the window, there it become, the world at huge, the rain become long past, and all become beautiful, and I requested Rosa, "Should we rejoin our excursion from Peru, nowadays?" She became already up. "Sure she stated, Father Manuel became searching ahead to going to...?" and she or he had forgotten in which. But captivating as it was, my ft became very sore, and we went down and had breakfast, and joined the other thirty-8 other visitors, and Father Manuel.