Enoch Primordial (Chronicles of the Nephilim) by Brian Godawa Read Free Book Online

his representative to proclaim judgment upon the gods and upon their giant progeny, the Nephilim.”
    “You call that subtle?” muttered Gabriel under his breath.
    “More lyrical than you will ever be,” quipped Uriel. He turned back to Enoch. “Terror is about to break out on all the land, and Elohim has commissioned you to reject the gods of Shinar and become his prophet.”
    Enoch could not decide which was more difficult to accept, a confrontation with two archangels or the inane banter that kept distracting them from their message. He shook himself out of his stupor. Nothing he had just heard made sense to him. “Excuse, me, what did you say?” asked Enoch.
    Uriel repeated the words like a mother with an unruly child who would not listen, “Elohim wants you to speak for him.”
    “Are you crazy?” said Enoch. “I have been a diviner priest for Utu the sun god all my life. The pantheon of gods has been good to me and my family. Now, I am supposed to condemn them all to their faces?”
    “And the Nephilim,” Uriel reminded him.
    Enoch persisted, “The Nephilim are demigods. They have strength and powers unmatched by humans. The first prophecy I make will be my last. They will execute me on the spot.”
    Gabriel ignored Enoch’s protest. “Trust in Elohim. Rahab is coming upon this city.” Rahab was the name of the sea dragon of chaos, the creature of destruction that swam the waters of the Abyss. People invoked her name when they wanted to express foreboding disaster of total annihilation.
    “Bring your family and loved ones to the mountains of Aratta in the north. In the volcanic lands of Sahand you will find your distant ancestor, Adam. He will teach you what you need to learn to fulfill Elohim’s calling upon your life.”
    Enoch protested again, “How do I know you are telling the truth? I have never heard from Elohim before. How do I know I can trust him?”
    The angels knew the question was reasonable. Gabriel had prepared for it. “This very night, your city will be besieged and your king will die. When you, Enoch, son of Jared, are offered the opportunity to be king, know this: If you accept, you and all your family line will be executed to clear way for a new regime.”
    Uriel completed the prophecy. “If you choose to escape the city with your family, you will be protected by — well, yours truly.” He could not pass up the opportunity for a touch of wit.
    Gabriel thought Uriel’s wit lessened the urgency of their warning. He reiterated, “Do not accept the offer, Enoch. It will be deadly.”
     
    For the first time in his life in the presence of his father, Methuselah sat quiet. He was stunned. Of all the crazy dreams and visions his father had experienced throughout the years, this one was different. It hit Methuselah more like the truth than anything ever had. He thought that was strange, because he was not the mystical type. But this time, he just knew it was true .
    Enoch ’s voice vibrated with anxiety. “How do I know this is true? I mean, this Elohim has never shown his face to me all these years, and now all of a sudden, I am told to leave everything and follow him? It is bizarre.”
    “Are you moonstruck, father?” said Methuselah, a common insult in the city of the sun god. “After all these years of your wild and unbelievable dreams, you question this one — now ?”
    Enoch retorted, “And you now are the gullible true believer? Or is that just your habit of being contrary and impulsive?”
    “I am not being contrary. I cannot explain it. I just know it is true.”
    “You cannot explain it,” repeated Enoch. “Well, now you know how I feel, and what I have been trying to tell you all these years.”
    Methuselah said, “ Have you not often said you would like to meet our forefather Adam? To learn of our history? Here is your opportunity to do so.”
    “I was being sentimental, not literal,” snapped Enoch. “I cannot just walk away from Utu. He has been my god