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.the sons of God saw the daughters of men	By : keithcompany Category: A through F > Bible Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gluttony
- 2-Patience
- 3-Avarice
- 4-Humility
- 5-Wrath
- 6-Diligence
- 7-Pride
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Azael leaned against the side of Mammon‘s cave. The large, scaly angel spread across a carpet of coins covering the floor. All six of his legs moved constantly. The claws looked like huge spiders dancing across the money.
“They used to use the barter system,” Mammon explained. “Then I introduced them to currency.”
Azael couldn’t take his eyes off the claws. Each talon moved independently, from touching the exact center of one coin tithe center of the next one. Was Mammon counting them or was something more…intimate going on?
“Barter,” he muttered. “To currency.”
“Yeah,” Mammon nodded.
“What’s currency?”
Mammon’s head whipped around towards the smaller angel. His neck extended to bring their faces closer together.
“It’s the greatest thing, EVER!” he said. The smell of brimstone on his breath relaxed Azael. He nodded for the Throne to continue.
“Barter is a simplistic system. You offer what you have, someone gives you what you want. A fish for a blanket, work for a place to sleep, that sort of thing.”
“Seems unwieldy,” Azael guessed.
“Oh, you have absolutely NO idea! This,” and he pinched a coin, waving it under Azael’s face, “this is like a storage unit for effort. You work. Create something, destroy something, move, grow, pile, feed, whatever. Instead of the person you do it for giving you the product of their effort, they give you this.”
“Did it take effort to make it?”
“NO!” Mammon shouted. “Or, well,” his voice softened, “I guess it did, technically. But that’s not the point. See, you can take this, and travel leagues away, and give it to someone. They honor it as being worth the work, even if they didn’t see you do it.”
“Because they trust you.”
“What? No!” The head that was about as big as Azael shook back and forth.
“Because they know you.”
“No!”
“Um…because they know that you…what's the word? Work? Because they know the guy you ‘work’ for. And they trust him.”
“No! It’s because he paid you.”
“Aha!” Azael pointed to the coin. “And he writes what you did in the metal!”
“NO!” The thunder of the shout was answered by a small squeak of pain. Mammon quieted and turned to the cave entrance. One of his wives cowered there, covering her ears. “Sorry, Emmuet,” he whispered. “Come here. I'm sorry. I won’t yell.”
She followed his beckoning talon to stand near his treasure.
Azael noticed that she carried a wooden box. She opened it and poured the contents, more coins, onto the pile under Mammon.
His eyes lost focus for a second. The six claws stretched out very precisely to select coins and pass them over to Emmuet. When she had thirty in the box, she closed it, bowed and carried it away.
“What was that for?” Azael asked, eyes on the departing figure.
“I have my wives spend or loan or invest the money here and there. When I get a return, it’s cycled through the pile.”
Azael turned to watch the claws dance some more. “What difference does it make?” he asked. “You’ve got plenty here.”
“Ah. Come closer. Pick up…” One foot paused, two talons extending to bracket one coin on the edge of the pile. “…that one.”
Azael bent to do so. As soon as his fingers touched the coin, he felt the echo of its travels. Similar to the echo of sunlight on a leaf, or of the butcher on meat, but sharper.
This coin was struck by Mammon, spent by Emmuet to purchase a waist wrap, spent by the weaver to purchase food, by the farmer to buy…
After half an hour, Azael followed the coin back into Mammon’s coffers as interest on a loan. He lowered it carefully back to the exact position he’d found it in.
“That’s amazing,” he said. “All those lives… I can see why you set this up.” He smiled at the large eye pointing in his direction.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” Mammon assured him, with a voice gone oddly soft. “Come in here!” he barked towards the opening.
Another wife walked carefully into the cave. Azael was growing to appreciate the form of these little humans. This woman had an appreciably plump figure. The curves had his full attention as she walked up to her master’s face.
Mammon waved towards a corner. Azael found a barrel of coins there. He lifted one and found it blank. “I struck that, but never spent it. Bring it over here.”
Azael returned, rubbing the flat metal between his fingers. “Now,” Mammon said, “I’ll sell Pressel to you for one coin. What do you say?”
“I say yes,” Azael said without pause. He handed the coin over. He had a woman, now. A wife. He started to feel a rush of blood to his ears, they flapped excitedly.
“Not yet,” Mammon murmured. “Now, take this back.” Azael reached out and received the coin back. Now it was alive.
He felt Pressel. Though the coin never touched her, the transaction changed her life. Her fear, of the monstrous figure before her practically glowed from the metal. He saw himself as a giant, in her view. His beautiful horns, fangs, ears and tail looked ominous from down there. How odd. And she kept looking at his long hanging cock as if she expected it to do something.
“Fascinating,” he said, returning the coin. “Well, that's been educational. Now, my wife and I will-”
Mammon coughed. “Well, she’s not exactly your wife, is she?”
“You sold her to me!”
“Yes, but I loaned you the coin to buy her with. Until you pay me back, it’s not a real purchase.”
“But I saw,” Azael protested, pointing to the coin. “I saw that she belongs to me.”
“And she does!” Mammon agreed. “Once you fulfill the contract. One coin. Plus interest.”
“What’s interest?”
“Something else I came up with. Handling fees…”
“I haven’t handled her!”
“Restocking. Shipping. Title search. Oh, you want the robe?”
“How much?” Azael asked, a quick learner.
“Rather a bargain, really, when you consider…”
Azael stormed out of the cave, alone, remembering that there was a reason he never associated with any of the Thrones before coming down to Earth.
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