damage he had done to their stronghold of dominion.
Belial then pushed Assyria to decimate the ten northern tribes of Israel and guided Babylon to exile Judah for seventy years. With the Greek Hellenizing effect of Alexander the Great and then Rome’s hegemony of worldwide control, Belial got his talons on Israel in a way Ba’al and Asherah were never able to. They were still delegated authority within the region, but as god of the world, Belial was the chief prince whom they supported.
Belial liked to rub it in their noses with the chores and responsibilities he gave them. Thus the current task at hand.
They arrived at a towering twenty foot tall golden statue in the center of the cave. The six nymphs held their torches high in adoration of the being: a satyr god with horns on his head, the torso of a man, and the hairy legs and hooves of a goat.
The Ob bowed before the graven image of Azazel, the ancient one. God of the desert wastelands and lord of satyrs. Jews called satyrs goat demons, but that was far too harsh and judgmental. The satyrs were almost all gone now, as a result of the Jewish desacralization of nature. Yahweh’s creation narrative was different from all the others in that it had divested the world around them of gods and spirits. It spoke of a natural world tamed in the hands of the Creator. Rather than revere the elemental spirits and see themselves as slaves of Mother Earth, the earth was instead seen as a wilderness of chaos that was to be harnessed and domesticated by man. Yahweh had the gall to command mankind to take dominion over the earth and subdue it by pushing back the chaos and bringing order through agricultural, economic and energy technology. Yahweh had depersonalized nature, which lessened the captivity of man to the gods of nature.
Pan was a god of nature, the last of the satyrs. He now stood before the group of nymphs and their visiting divinities. He had stepped out from a crevice in the rocks to meet with them, the sound of his hooves clacking softly on the rocky floor.
“Welcome to my lair, Most High Ba’alzebul, and Lady Asherah of the Sea.” Pan’s eyes moved greedily over Asherah’s voluptuous body. What I wouldn’t give to ravage this bitch , he thought. She was a goddess of sexual vigor and fertility, and he was a god of passion and sexuality. He would give her an experience of ecstasy she would never forget, with some bruises and marks to remember him by.
There was something about this satyr’s hairy primal nature that appealed to Asherah. She could smell his musty odor, and reveled in his lustful observation of her every move.
But she was here for an important job to do. If the goat touched her, she would crush his skull with Ba’al’s mace.
“Let us get to the Abyss,” she said with cold resistance.
Pan lifted his eyebrow, impressed with her bravado. He thought, Such feistiness could prove more deeply satisfying with the conquering. I wonder if Ba’al would be up for a gang rape?
“This way,” said Pan. He turned and led them deeper into the cave’s darkness. The torches were not all that necessary for the gods, since their eyes could see as well in darkness as in bright sunlight.
They came upon a large dark pit that cut deep into the earth. The nymphs circled the edge and used their torches to light incense censers before securing the torches in stands. The incense drifted hazily around the cavern and made the nymphs light-headed. The gods stood back and watched as the six nymphs poured chalices of honey, milk, and wine into the dark pit as a libation to the gods. They never heard the liquids hit the surface below because it was too long a drop.
What they could not see in the pitch black darkness at the bottom of that cliff were the primordial waters of the Abyss. These waters were both below the earth and above the firmament of the heavens where the throne of Yahweh rested on the waters. Leviathan, the seven-headed sea dragon, swam in this