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.the sons of God saw the daughters of men	By : keithcompany Category: A through F > Bible Views: 3673 -:- 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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Genesis 6:1-2 And it came to pass, when men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters were born unto them,
That the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose
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Azael was wrestling with Leviathan when Bifrons found him. Deepin the shadow of Earth, the largest angel in the Waters Below shrugged and sent his opponent spinning off into the darkness.
Bifrons arrowed over to where his friend spun to a stop in the swirl of bubbles. “What is that, four million to none?”he asked with a smile.
Azael unhooked a lip from the fang it had snagged on and smiled back. “Four million and three,” he admitted. They glanced over at Leviathan. The shadow looked as big as Earth itself. One great eye pivoted away from the two to see if anyone else wanted to play. No one wanted to dispute him as king of Below.
The running joke for millennia had been that only Michael could beat Leviathan, and that was only if he could get him out of the water. It was a lot funnier when there was nothing but Water.
“What can I say,” Azael said, “I thought I was due.” They drifted lazily in the small current. “So, what brings you by?”
“Let’s go to Earth.”
“Why?”
“It’s interesting.”
Azael looked upwards. When Father had split the Waters Above and Below, it had been interesting. For a while. A great empty bubble big enough for Leviathan to fight Behemoth. But since neither one went in there, there wasn’t anything to draw attention.
When Father had spread the Earth across the top of the Waters Below, the view changed to the bottom of a mud pancake. No one Below bothered with it once they were through experiencing the excitement of loam.
Word was that the angels in the Water Above looked down a lot more, but they didn’t associate much with the angels Below. Snooty fellow, all.
“It’s boring,” Azael said.
“It’s not,“ Bifrons said as he flipped his tail through the water. Since he was about twice Azael’s size, the wake spun his friend around. “There’s a lot of guys going down there. Up there. To Earth, you know?”
“What for?”
“Women…” Bifrons said, with an odd tone to his voice. Azael spun around at that tone, ears cocked and tail straight.
“What’s a women?” he asked.
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Five hundred years later, Azael finally went down and joined his friend. He caught up with Bifrons to see how he‘d found Earth so far. They were at the larger angel’s home. Twelve of his wives served dinner.
A single roasted bull lay upon a platter. Poles under the lip on each side supported the platter, six women lifted each pole. The two watched Bifrons' wives carry the meal out and onto the table.
“The first castle,” Bifrons was explaining, “the kitchen was on the ground. Everything was on the ground. They had to lift the food up to the table.” He slapped it for emphasis. The women staggered a bit but kept on moving the food.
“Then, I built them a ramp, from the ground up to the table, here.” Azael nodded politely. The wives were about waist-high to him, knee high to their husband. He imagined them trying to push the still-steaming beast up any sort of slope.
He wasn’t sure why they labored naked. Was it their idea or their master’s?
“Problem was, they dropped the thing on the ground half the time. So, eventually, I built them a kitchen on the second floor.” The platter completed the trip from the oven to Bifrons' end of the table. He gestured towards his guest.
Two wives obediently stepped to a hind leg of the beast. One held it while the other chopped at it with a stone knife. When it came free, the one holding it carried it to where Azael stood easily upon one of Bifrons' spare chairs.
He took the haunch, nodding politely to his host and to the women that served him, then tucked into his first taste of flesh.
He tried to concentrate on all the sensations. There was certainly nothing like this in the Water! His tongues both roiled around in his mouth, testing each portion of the bite for a new sensation.
He tasted the beast’s life, the knife that killed it. He found the echo of the wood that cooked it. There was an aftertaste of the butcher and a teeny bit of the cooks.
Beside him, Bifrons grabbed the serving wife up in one hand and licked the grease off of her. His long, green tongue snaked out and over her curves, running from top to bottom.
This was also a new thing for Azael. He stared at the woman's face, trying to decide if she was enjoying the attention or enduring it. He hadn’t decided when she was released to scamper back into the kitchen.
He watched her back as she disappeared, then quickly wiped his face on the fur of his forearm. He wasn’t sure Bifrons would lick the grease off of his face, but he was sure he didn’t wanton risk it.
Bifrons dragged the platter closer and started eating. Azael observed that there was an unfortunate comparison to be made between his friend’s horns and those of their meal.
“This is excellent,” he finally said.
“It is, isn’t it,” Bifrons grunted between bites. “And the men don’t even know what they're missing. I had to teach my wives how to do this.”
“The men don’t eat this stuff?” Azael was incredulous. He looked around the grassy hills, the cattle dotting the fields. “This cattle is everywhere, and they don't try it? What’s wrong?”
“Father’s rules,” Bifrons explained.
“Oh,” Azael nodded. “Damn, makes me glad I'm not mortal.” Finished with the flesh, he started eating the bones. They weren’t quite the same treat, but they were certainly different. He tried the hoof but wasn’t impressed. Then he realized that he was under no obligation and spit it out. Bifrons caught it in midair and ate it in one bite. It wasn't real clear if he chewed it at all.
Azael nodded towards the kitchen as he finished. “So, that’s what wives are for?” he asked. “Cooking?”
His host shrugged, still working his way through the rib cage. “That’s what women are for.”
“Then what’s a wife?”
Another shrug. “Something that makes sure they don't cook for anyone else.”
“Ah.” He watched his friend eat for a while. “How did you end up here, eating?”
“During one of the sacrifices Father commands, I smelled the smoke. I liked it. I wanted some of it.”
“You wanted Father’s…?”
“No, no, no.” Bifrons' ears flapped in consternation. “No, nothing that belongs to Father. I wanted my own burnt bulls. Smoked sheep. So I came down, staked out a claim, picked a few wives…”
That was the way of it, Azael was learning. All the Sons of God that came down to His Creation tended to target one or two sensual experiences. Then drill them down into the dirt.
The wives were bringing out a brace of sheep for the next course. Azael took one, his friend the other five. The flavor was subtly different, but he found he was paying more attention to the women. Something about them was more compelling than even the flesh under his fangs.
He imagined taking one into his lap until he figured out what he was supposed to do with them. But that wouldn’t be good guesting.
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