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Under The Earth: Denizens of Hell
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Earth the Forbidden Planet
Within dark clouds above
the earth,
And dark ominous shadows
on the earth,
In the deepest caverns of
the earth
An ancient evil waits…
Chapter One
High pitched screaming caused shivers down his spine while he
watched in horror. He knew one of them. One of the great stone blocks slid into
place catching two slaves not fast enough to get out of the way. The blocks were
placed so tightly and precisely no remains could stay between them. What was
left of the hapless victims liquefied and stained the stones with mortal debris.
The huge stones continued floating into place without interruption.
Even at the tender age of twelve he had seen more similar sights
than he wanted to count, but this time his stomach betrayed him. His brown body
trembled as he swayed on his hands and knees while a gentle breeze passing over
his vantage point on the bluff ruffled his black hair. His golden eyes with
their star shaped pupils telescoped the sight before him then he turned away.
His parents were among the workers bringing the blocks to the
enclosure site. He quietly thanked the Most High that they were not the ones
killed, not today anyway.
Workers scurried everywhere like ants. They had their homes a short
distance from the work site. The smell of bread baking and fish roasting wafted
in the air. The people slept in shifts with crews working until the light was
gone and they could rest. The blocks were pulled on sledges to the edges of the
Sphinx enclosure and Hall of Records where the giants and angels took over by
floating them up into their designated places. They had to be pulled to a
certain area where the magnetic lines of the earth were the strongest so the
blocks could be floated.
Strange tools, given them by the dark angels that had become gods to
the people, cut the stones a distance away. The tools were mysterious to the
workers. Only the giants and angels understood how they were made. They were
capable of polishing any surface at the same time as they cut.
As the blocks were completed they were drug by the workers to the
edge of the Nile where they were put on barges and floated to the harbor nearest
the construction site and handled from there by another set of workers.
The scene looked peaceful. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves and
grass. There were no clouds in the brilliant blue sky. As far as the eye could
see there were lush forests and vegetation of all kinds with brilliantly colored
birds flitting about. It was hard to imagine such disregard for life
demonstrated on such a day even by the beings who considered themselves gods.
A few miles away a city of stone covered in gold with buildings of
colored crystal abounded with life, both mortal and immortal. It was as high as
it was wide and could be seen for miles in the sunlight. His parents lived there
long ago before the king reserved it for himself and his special minions. Only
those mortals chosen to be wives to the dark angels lived there along with their
strange offspring.
A twig snapped. He jumped up, startled. He was not alone.
“Whew! What is that stink?” The boy’s leering face mirrored those of
a group of adolescents encircling their hapless victim.
“Hey maybe it’s because he’s been dead so long. Someone needs to
bury him,” another said.
The gang of boys made a grab for the one named, Tomb, but being
small for his age and agile he dodged through their legs and made a run for it.
For a short time he heard running feet pounding behind him. He dodged around a
large rock and through a bush concealing a small cave. He squeezed through the
opening knowing the others were too big to follow.
“Never mind. We can get
him later then we’ll put him where his name says.” Snickers followed the remark.
Tomb heard them leaving
over the pounding of his heart and his gasps for breath. Being twelve and
looking like he was eight caused him enough trouble without his horrible name.
He understood why his parents named him that, but that didn’t make it any
easier. They said Michael, one of the biggest and most powerful of the angels of
the Most High, told them to name him that. No one knew why.
His parents still followed
the teachings of the invisible God from ancient times. Michael was one of His
generals and one of the few left on the earth still faithful to the invisible
God. Michael told them that others like him were in hiding or transferred to
other parts of the galaxies…for now.
Tomb and his parents were
part of the Remnant. Numbers of them disappeared mysteriously almost daily.
Constant wars encouraged and caused by the angels and giants decimated the
population. It was said they were weeding out the best warriors for a great war
the king had planned.
Tomb went back to the
bluff overlooking a large plateau. The river was visible in the background
filled with fishing boats and barges carrying supplies to those working on the
construction site surrounding the statue that commemorated one of the giant
offspring of the dark angels, a leader that was half man and half beast. The
scene contrasted to the swarms of sky ships darting about overhead or hovering
over the construction area. They used the powerful magnetic fields of the earth
so concentrated in this area to refuel.
Giant offspring of the
dark angels floated the huge blocks into place.
The workers carried
materials and equipment for them. For them it was an honor to do work on the
Hall of Records. The rewards were great. There was plenty of food and homes for
everyone as long as they honored and worshipped the gods. They had forgotten the
golden age of over five hundred years ago when they worked for their own
purposes and worshipped the One God who created the universe.
These eternal dark angels
who followed the king only cared about getting the job done. It was rumored the
king ruled a third of the angels of God and they were assigned to the earth from
the beginning.
The lives of most mortals
were of no interest to them. They married mortal females, having no females of
their own kind, and their progeny were giants and strange looking creatures,
some having bodies of horses or lions and other animals. The statue honored a
renowned leader with the body of a lion. It faced the constellation he
represented.
Compared to the great size
of these ancient ones and their progeny the mortal slaves helping them looked
like pygmies.
Tomb had heard, as had
everyone else, the Hall and Sphinx enclosure had to be finished before the king
returned from a neighboring planet. He was overseeing some building projects
there as well.
Tomb glanced up at the
brilliant blue sky. The water wall surrounding the planet acted as a huge shield
and magnifying lens to the heavens. It also acted as a sound magnifier. When the
noise of the workers became still one could hear the music of the heavens.
He could see one of the
planets quite clearly. It looked green dotted with blue. The king himself was
supervising the building operation. Being the most beautiful and powerful of all
the dark angels, gems of all colors and sizes covered him from head to toe to
denote his superior rank. Just looking at him dazzled the eye. The king had
forbidden the worship of the invisible God and no one dared to oppose him, at
least not to his face.
Tomb took a circuitous
route home. He should have started earlier. It was getting dark and the shadows
on the forest floor seemed to be moving even without any breeze. He passed a
small pond. The moonlight reflected in it and made it sparkle with a life of its
own. He thought he saw something coming to the surface and head toward him
moving rapidly.
Suddenly panicked he ran
the rest of the way to the edge of the Nile where his little boat was tied. He
got in and paddled home as fast as he could staying close to the shore. He
broke out in a sweat even though the evening was cool.
He came to the little pier
in front of his house and hopped out, tying the boat quickly and entering the
little mud brick house he shared with his parents. The house was back from the
shoreline to allow for flooding. His parents had taken the time to plant an
elaborate garden that surrounded the house. Flat pieces of limestone made a path
to the front door. The soft glow of candlelight and the smell of cooking food
wafted out the open windows. His parents were already home.
He sheepishly entered
the house knowing they must have been worrying about him.
His mother wrapped her
arms around him with tears flowing down her cheeks. “What happened? Did those
horrible boys hurt you again?”
His father just sat at the
stone table in the middle of the room with his head in his hands. He did that
often. Tomb suspected it was because he felt so helpless. He knew that feeling.
“I got away from them
without getting hurt this time. Don’t worry. I can take care of myself. I can
run faster than they can.”
“Stay home tomorrow and
study your lessons. Don’t go out anywhere.” His father looked up at him. “We
have to go to work. I wish your mother could stay here with you, but you know
that is impossible.”
His mother dried her eyes
with the edge of her kimono. “Be careful no-one sees you studying or reading
anything. You know how dangerous that is.”
“I know that.” He patted
her hand awkwardly. “Why is it so dangerous? I never have understood that. Why
don’t the giants and the gods want us to read?”
His father drummed his
calloused hands on the table. “They are not gods. They are the evil angels of
the wicked one. They want us kept in ignorance. They know that those of us who
were here in the golden age know how to read. If they knew we taught you, we
would all be killed.”
His mother got up and put
the bowls of garlic-flavored leeks with fish and fruit on the table. They all
sat on the mud brick benches and began to eat. Tomb absently pushed a piece of
fish around his plate.
“Why do they want us to be
stupid, Dad?”
“It is easier to control
people who are ignorant. You must study hard. Don’t let them win, but never even
give a hint that you understand what you see them write on the stones or
anything else. We live outside the settlement of the other pyramid builders to
keep us from influencing any of the workers. That has been to our benefit. Since
we live here away from the settlement, it is much harder for them to spy on us.
But don’t forget to go down stairs to the deepest part of the cellar and take
plenty of candles to study so no-one sees you even if they send spies.”
Tomb nodded his
understanding. He looked at them both. His mother was still beautiful with her
long flowing golden hair and green eyes. Her hands were slender and delicate in
spite of the hard work she did all day cooking for the workers at the little
self contained village they called the settlement. It was conveniently near the
construction site to make it easier to go to work. They worked in shifts,
cutting, polishing and dragging the heavy stones to the edge of the site.
He knew they were both
very old. They had been here in the golden age that was almost a thousand years
ago. His father was beginning to show his age. He just had a few streaks of gray
in his raven black hair. His skin was as dark as his mother’s was fair. He now
had deep furrows in his brow and his dark eyes seemed to always be sad. He had
older brothers and sisters that had long since gone on to have children and
grandchildren of their own. They cut themselves off from their parents for what
they termed their parent’s dangerous and rebellious ways.
“Tell me again what it was
like in the golden age, Dad, when Lucifer still worshipped the Most High and
made beautiful music.”
His father smiled as he
remembered. Even his practical mother seemed lost in thought as she listened and
added a comment when needed. They spoke of cities of gold encrusted with
brilliantly colored stones, beautiful clothes and plenty of food for everyone
and a time when everyone worked for themselves and each other. Happy times, when
no one ever died or got sick and children could play in the streets and no one
would hurt them. Tomb tried to imagine such a world.
XXX
Tomb hated his name. His
parents understood his aversion to his name, but they had been instructed to
name him that as they had explained to him. He cleaned up the small kitchen
after his parents left for work then stared at the rays of sun streaming through
the windows shaping puddles of light on the mud brick table. He wanted to study
there in the sun. He already had a full supply of candles and lanterns in the
underground hideaway. He would stay here as long as he could.
Michael had given his
parents knowledge of a new language he was to learn. He would one day write
important things in that language they said.
Whoever heard of any other
language than the one spoken now by everyone? All spoke the same way. It was
hard to imagine such a thing, but he believed what his parents taught him. He
sat at the table and studied the parchment rolls of the new language. He
couldn’t imagine how the words sounded, but could write them and understand what
they meant…almost.
He looked up startled when
he saw a shadow and heard a giggle at the same time. The leering faces of the
boys who had chased him earlier were at the window.
“Hello, dead man. Isn’t it
time we put you in your Tomb where you belong.”
Panicked he slammed the
window shutters closed, pulled open the hidden entrance to the underground
hideaway, grabbed the parchment and disappeared into its depths.
He could hear them as they
screamed in rage and broke down the door. He could hear things breaking as they
stormed through the house. He went up a narrow stairway to a secret passage
behind the wall of the house. There was a peek hole there.
It was pitch black but he
knew his way by heart. The light streamed through the small hole. It remained
unnoticed from the other side. It was part of a large wall fresco his talented
mother had painted.
Heart pounding he watched
through the hole. Maniacal laughter followed each act of destruction. He watched
in horror as they destroyed his mother’s little stove and pantry and tried to
knock over the table. The table was not so easy to demolish. Beneath the mud
brick it was solid marble. His father had fashioned it using special techniques
he remembered from the golden age. It was built right into the floor that was
also made of marble and limestone under the hardened mud brick. They hacked at
the shutters until all that was left was splinters. He had no doubt they would
have done the same to him if they knew where he was.
It was hot and stifling in
the narrow passageway behind the wall. He was about to turn away and go back
down to the hideaway when something happened that almost shocked him into a
faint.
Those boys were changing
shape. There were five of them and they were all changing into different shapes.
They seemed to fade in and out of that shape. They were roaring and screaming
and shouting curses. One looked like a huge spider with evil yellow eyes all
over his body, another looked like a flying reptile with a tongue that darted in
and out of his mouth. The others looked like misshapen animals. They were
creatures he had never seen before and never wanted to see again.
His stomach was about to
betray him. He looked once more. They were all normal again. Dazed he darted
back down the dark stairway.
“Come on. We will find
him. He can’t have gone far. At least now we know where he lives.” They all
snarled their agreement and filed back out stepping over the broken door.
Tomb sat shivering in the
elaborate underground house that was a replica of the home his parents once had
in the golden age. He felt sick. What would his parents say? What would happen
to them now and to him?
XXX
The world where Tomb lived
was the favorite of the king. The angels calling themselves gods who followed
him ruled other worlds in this solar system and the rest of the galaxy. Other
beings ruled worlds so far away no one could see them even with a tube full of
lenses to magnify further than the water wall allowed them to see.
Rumor had it the king had
amassed a great army of slaves and others like himself from other worlds. He
would use everyone on earth as well. A fleet of space vehicles floated just
above the busy plateau and river. The angels did not need vehicles to get where
they wanted to go. They traveled at the speed of a thought. Space vehicles were
mainly for the benefit of their mortal slaves. Sometimes robots that were half
machine and also flesh piloted them. They could endure forever and they required
no food or water. They were built exclusively for space travel and for piloting
the ships.
All Tomb’s family lived in
the underground house now. His parents had stored up food enough to last several
years. His father barely made it to the hideaway alive and his mother had been
ill ever since one of the giants kicked her in the stomach. Michael caused those
chasing them to be temporarily blinded so they could escape.
It was hard to imagine the
world his parents told him about. They were very old and remembered when the
whole world was full of beauty and peace.
The king ruled then as a
prince and high priest of the invisible God and he was merciful and just. Tomb’s
father told him how the prince once filled the earth with beautiful music of
praise to the Most High. Why had he changed?
He snuck out while his
parents were sleeping and wound his way to the plateau taking a short cut
through the caves only he knew about.
Excitement filled the air.
Crowds of people swarmed over the plateau. The huge statue, Hall of Records and
enclosure stood gleaming in the sun, finished in record time. The king stood on
a platform in front of them towering over everyone. It was impossible to look
anywhere else. The azure eyes of the king seemed to be able look into the eyes
of everyone, ancient ones and mortal alike. He was about to make an
announcement.
His voice boomed to the
uttermost reaches of the crowd on the plateau even to Tomb at the back of the
crowd. “The Hall of Records and enclosure serve several purposes. First it is a
generator of great energy. They are also fueling stages for our ships. Most
important it is to be a time marker for the date I will rule the whole
universe…” The crowd was silent. “ The planet you see in the sky is to be
called Mars…and this world shall no longer be called Earth. It shall henceforth
be named…Atlantis.”
The crowd roared. “Hail
King Lucifer, ruler of Atlantis.”
XXX
Passing centuries echoed
the words of that announcement. The statue cast an elongated shadow extending to
the Hall of Records and the enclosure around it on the plateau. The sun flashed
off the gold and polished stones before the shadow reached it.
Tomb stood on the bluff
overlooking the lush savannah for the last time. He was the last of the
Remnant. Michael told him he would know his true purpose soon. A room in the
Hall of Records was almost ready for him.
The destruction was about to begin.
It was retaliation against King Lucifer. His army had tried to overthrow the
Creator. He intended to make himself ruler of the whole universe. Spaceships
full of dark angels, giants and mortals from Atlantis with their great
technology had battled against God. Michael, and the other archangels of the
Most High led the legions of His angels to victory. The universe still echoed
with the ferocity and sounds of that battle. It would echo throughout the
corridors of time itself. http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=50704 The above article verifies what is written in this book about the pyramids.
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