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A most sublime night.
22:02 Jul 21 2012
Times Read: 924

In the Book of Enoch, Shemhazai is portrayed as the leader of a band of angels that were consumed with lust for mortal women. They became Fallen Angels...

Once upon a time, I was a mortal woman. I was made a vampire by another who was once also a mortal. He, in turn, was created a vampire by a direct female descendant of the Nephilim...The Fallen Ones.



I took the Arch Shemhazai to my bed. I would be lying if I said that I felt completely coerced. Coercion may have played a small part in my decision for Ankh-Re’s sake, but the most deciding factor was the fact that I wanted to see and feel what those first chosen women felt. My enquiring mind - and body - wanted to experience making love with an angel.

When we reached the top of the stairs, Shemhazai tilted my chin up slightly with one finger, then gently kissed my lips. The tingling sensation I had felt when I drank his blood returned. My heart raced, and I thought that I would faint from the sensation. Shemhazai chuckled.

“Now don’t you go passin’ out on me, woman.”

“I won’t pass out” I said, breathlessly.

We walked quietly down the hallway to my bedroom. From the window at the end of the hall, I could see that the sun was setting. Shemhazai stood aside as I opened my bedroom door. The rays of the setting sun and the scent of freesia greeted us upon entering. Shemhazai closed the door and leaned back against it, gazing at me with heavy lids. He made me - a vampire who had her share of men over the centuries - feel like an absolute skittish virgin. I laughed nervously.

“Are you sure that you want to do this, doll face?” he asked, in his Texan drawl.

“Of course!” I said. I tried to cover up my nervousness with semi-false bravado. “I want to have bragging rights.”

Shemhazai laughed. “You honor me.”

“Um - no. You honor me.” I replied.

He sauntered up close, so that we were flushed together. He smiled, then kissed me with such longing that I felt powerful…and good.

“Yes. You women still have the power to draw us in.” He nibbled gently on my bottom lip as he spoke.

I wanted to say that he was the one who bewitched and seduced, but I remained silent.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. His began to unbuckle his belt, but I stopped him. “Let me do it.”

Shemhazai dropped his hands to his sides, and looked up at me through his long black lashes. Then he smiled. I bent down to removed his shoes and socks. He chuckled under his breath as he balanced on one leg, then the other.

Of course, by me behaving like a nervous twit, it took forever to get that belt buckle loose. Shemhazai held back a laugh the whole time. When his pants finally slid over his hips to the floor, he stepped out from them. Standing still, he let my eyes take him in. From the flowing black hair that cascaded over his broad shoulders, the glittering green eyes, six-pack abdomen, muscled thighs, long muscular legs, to the huge throbbing manhood…well, you know. To say that he was beautiful would be an understatement. I came closer to him, and placed one hand on his chest. He was very warm to the touch. The rays from the setting sun had transformed his fair skin to a fiery glow. Reading my mind, he stated “Yes…I am indeed a Son of Fire.”

I thought ‘Yes, indeed you are’ as I walked around him to admire every inch. I let my fingers trail down the two long scars on his back, and I heard him take a deep breath. As I felt the urge, I smacked him on his perfect ass. Shemhazai laughed, and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Another reason why I like you so much, Isis. You’re all gun-shy one minute, then bold and cheeky the next.” With that comment, Shemhazai turned around and held me tightly up against his chest. His hardness pushed against my belly. “My turn” he whispered in my ear.

I stood on wobbly legs in a dreamy haze as Shemhazai undressed me. His fingers caressed my skin, as though to savor every touch. He made me feel like a Goddess.

When I was as completely naked as he was, Shemhazai picked me up and carried me to the bed. I laughed out loud, thinking how the act seemed so ‘Hollywood’ to me. As an afterthought, Shemhazai agreed, and laughed as well.

“Well hon…everything after will be like no scene ever filmed in Hollywood” he mumbled, as he burrow his face on the right side of my neck.

And he was right. At one point, we were actually suspended over the bed in mid-air, floating about as effortlessly as…angels.

I have no words to accurately describe what he did to me. Every sexual fantasy I ever had was brought to life in a single night. And the night lasted a very long time.

What was also gratifying was the fact that I made Shemhazai feel the same way. Maybe even more so when he mumbled in a language I couldn’t identify or understand as I did things to him…I could have sworn that he called me by another woman’s name once…

And a part of me felt guilty when Ankh-re came to my mind, as I didn’t want the magic with Shemhazai to end. It was delicate and gentle…violent and fierce. It was a sublime religious experience.



And so…I have bragging rights. Anala will shit on herself with envy when she finds out. And the Queen? She will probably freak out as well. But, as Shemhazai - Huey - stated before: He’s the one running the show now. And with that, I’ll just go with the flow.

And Ankh-Re? He will be saved.







© MFH 2012

PRIVATE ENTRY
03:42 Jul 09 2012
Times Read: 953


• • • • PRIVATE JOURNAL ENTRY • • • •

The Earthbound Ones.
04:10 Jul 08 2012
Times Read: 968












“Whoa, Nelly!” Huey exclaimed, laughing as he took the bottle of Patron from me. He took a drink from it and placed it on the table.

I looked at him, wide-eyed. “How…why…which one are you?” I finally stammered.

Huey patted me on the back. “I am the Arch Shemhazai, or Shem for short. As you know, I ain’t big on formality.”

Right when he said that, I was already on my knees prostrated before him.

“Woman - please. Get up. If I was all that, I wouldn’t be stuck here…not that it’s a bad thing.” Huey smacked me on the butt, which made me bolt upright. His southern accent was present, but the exaggerated drawl was not.

I climbed back onto the sofa and just stared at him. A living god was before me, and I was at a loss as to how I should behave.

He brushed back the lock of white hair from his face, then settled back into the sofa.

“The war is eternal. And the shock of gettin' my assed kicked down to earth caused this.” He lifted the lock of white hair, twisting it between his fingers.

The room was silent. I was so enraptured that I refused to utter a word. Huey smiled at me, and continued to speak.

“Anyway - during my last battle, I got ganged up on by that asshole yes-man Gabriel and his lackeys. They beat my ass good too.” Huey stood up and pulled off his shirt. He slowly turned around so that his back was in view. I inhaled deeply and held my breath…there were two deep incisions from just below his shoulder blades to a few inches above his waist.

“They ripped out my wings. My beautiful black wings…” Huey sighed, then turned to face me. “The lock of white hair and the scars down my back will always prove what I am. Pretty much ruins the perfection, doesn’t it?” He put his shirt back on and sat down next to me.

We sat in silence for over ten minutes. Then I finally spoke up.

“I’ve always believed in the Gods, and trusted in my faith when I needed it the most. But - I never, in all of my long life - would have thought that I would be before one of our ancestors. My Lord - you had mentioned that the war was ongoing…when were you cast down?”

Huey stretched out his long legs and locked his fingers behind his head before replying. ‘Well - I’ve been hanging out here off and on for thousands of years, freely. It was just in the last eighty years or so that I was…stuck.”

He glanced at me upon saying the word ‘stuck’, then continue his story.

‘The ones who were ‘cast down’ were the first of our brothers to separate from the angelic hosts. Subsequent waves left in protest. I was in the first wave. I’m still debating on whether I made the right decision or not.” He shrugged, then continued on.

“I lost my wings in the year 1931, and found myself in Angelo, Texas. Disoriented and bleeding. Hungry too. I was more or less adopted by an older black couple who nursed me back to health. I lived with them until they died…they lived to be over one hundred years old each, thanks to me. They were closer to me than my so-called brothers, who high-tailed from the battle and left me for Gabriel. I’ve been earthbound ever since.”

A look of deep sorrow passed across Huey’s face. Although I was burning for more of his story, I kept silent.

“If only vampires and humans knew the extent of their existence, and how the Big Man Upstairs has been on vacation for quite some time…” Huey sighed, shook his head, then closed his eyes. He went deep into himself, no doubt reliving sections of his very long life. He startled me when he began to speak again.

“During my time being earthbound, I have only come across one other Fallen One, and that was only by perception. Whoever he is, I’m guessing that he wants to be completely under the radar. Me? I figure - since I’m here, I may as well help humans and my vampire kin alike...when I feel like it. Where the hell am I gonna’ go anyway?”

I just nodded, thinking that things were definitely going to be different. The Fallen Ones - Nephilim to some - were known to interfere with the lives of their children, the vampires, and the lives of humans. It was just in their nature. They were the literal creators of the game 'The Devil's Advocate'.

Then a weird question came to my mind, as I recalled Queen Makafisa ridiculing Shem’s chosen name for himself on earth: Huey.

Huey laughed as he read my mind. “I named myself after the pet rooster I drained when hiding in that couple’s barn. I felt kinda’ bad about that, so I called myself Huey.”

I laughed, and felt some of the sadness lift from my shoulders.

“You named yourself after a pet rooster?” I softly chewed my bottom lip to hold back the guffaw that fought to come out.

Huey gave out a belly laugh instead. “I know…great name, huh?“ Tears were streaming from his eyes. “I also love the look on Makafisa’s face when I showed up at Lord Fabien’s ball. The way she spat out my name...priceless! “

He wiped the tears from his eyes. Then his face became serious.

‘Well…now you know who and what I am. And I’m sure that you are aware of my nature. You have a decision to make.”

His abrupt switch from comical to serious made me snap to attention.

“Yes, my Lord” was all I could utter.

“Girl - don’t tell me that you’re afraid of me. I won’t hurt ya’ - you must know that.”

“I know that you won’t hurt me.”

“I will bring Ankh-Re to his former self, whether or not you come to me, you know. Because I‘m a nice guy.”

“I see” was all I could say.

“Do you?” whispered Huey.

Shemhazai - Huey - took both of my hands in his as he stood up. “Isis - you would make me very happy if you were to take me to your bed.”









© MFH 2012

A great revelation.
01:30 Jul 08 2012
Times Read: 974

While staring at the twisted limbs before me, I thought about our history and its longevity. I recalled the past with its teaching and learning, our fighting side by side, and the jealous spats. I cringed when I relived the rape, and the pain of the broken leg. I thought of what he had become - not by his own hands - and who he really was. And I made my decision.

“I want Ankh-Re to live. I want him the way he used to be.”

Right when I uttered those two sentences, I felt a tingle down my spine…Ankh-Re was alert, and acknowledged my response with a telepathic sigh of relief.

Huey raised an eyebrow. He then chuckled under his breath and said “Okay.”

He bent down and laid his hands upon Ankh-Re; Ankh-Re’s limbs began to relax, as he tentatively stretched out on the cool basement floor.

“Is that it?” I asked.

Huey looked up at me as he stood up. ”Not exactly, honey.”

I was confused. “Well - what else should be done?” I asked.

Huey looked at me for some time, with a look I could not fathom.

“You remind me of someone, from long ago” was all he said. He took me by the arm and lead me from the basement. I looked back to see Ankh-Re’s eyes upon me.

“He’ll be alright, hon. You and I have some talking to do.”

Huey’s last comment did not sit well with me…talk about what? When we arrived in the great room, he lead me to one of the sofas, and sat down next to me. Anna arrived immediately to inquire if we needed anything. Before I could reply, Huey said “I’m sure that your mistress will need a good stiff drink. As a matter-of-fact, just bring a bottle of tequila.”

Anna looked at me with an extremely puzzled look on her face. She was aware of my drinking habits, and knew that I never drank straight liquor, let alone tequila. But I nodded to her to follow Huey’s demand. We sat in an uncomfortable silence…well - I sat uncomfortably. Huey actually seemed quite relaxed and pleased with himself.

When Anna deposited the bottle of Patron and a shot glass on the coffee table, she looked at me briefly. I nodded to her again, and she left the room.

Huey moved in a little closer to me. “Let’s talk.”

“I’m all ears, Lord Huey.” I replied.

He poured some tequila into the shot glass and handed it to me. I just stared at him with a puzzled expression on my face. He laughed, and downed the shot himself. He then poured more, and handed me the glass. Something told me not to refuse the glass, so I took it and swallowed the tequila in one big gulp. It was smooth, but also burning as it went down my throat.

“Isis - you are not a stupid woman. It must be clear to you that I’m very attracted to you. Besides your very beautiful exterior, I’ve also taken a liking to your mind. Your very essence is of a woman I loved eons ago.”

Besides being completely taken by surprise with his declaration, I also notice that his southern accent was less pronounced.

“You can speak, right? If you keep your mouth hangin’ open like that, a fly is apt to zip right on in.” His strong southern accent returned - as if he had purposely emphasized its drawl.

I finally stammered out a response. “Who - what are you?”

Huey chuckled. “It’s comin’, sweetness. You don’t know who I am, but you know what I am.”

The questions that I had in the past concerning Huey came up in my mind. It was the same question I had, when fighting the zombies…”If you exist, why not them?”

Huey nodded at me as the realization hit me. Holy shit.

I picked up the bottle of Patron and guzzled from it.









© MFH 2012