“There is one thing The Nephilim fear , nay, there are two things Nephilim fear greatly and let me not press presumtuously; there be three things do cause the Nephilim to tremble. Concluding, verily, it is four things to terrify Nephilim:
The displeasure of their father, Naquash, the Naga and the
Holy of Holies, whose name is unutterable by the Earthling tongue.”
– an ancient quote passed down orally from Thuatha de danaan, by Ruairee, the Red,Son of David and Gail,*( Mother of all Gaels, who begat Ragnörok, the seer, who begat,Olaf, the Red, Viking King, Father-in-law of Sommerled, who begat Gael, who begat twins, Dan-el and Don-el, who begat Ranald, who begat Ranald Danald, who begat Gail.
* skipped lineage by some 3500 years.
The Earthling and the Naga.
Michael Bradshine ran out of gas.
The British Leyland Land Rover he was driving, sat parked on the side of the interstate.
In a desert region of the mid-west, this was a silent testimony to the sparce traffic, Highway officials and others interested that the driver was: out of gas; likely hitching a ride to get some gas.
The nearest gas staion was 25 miles in either direction.
A more astute motorist would notice a current military sticker on the vehicle and would also notice a Class A uniform hanging on a hook bearing the insignia of a combat patch on the upper left arm with this emblem:
The All American, 82nd Airborne Division: Paratroopers, commandos, Rangers,Jungle experts, Liguists, Martial Arts experts, and the first soldiers to land from the air, with Special Forces to assist brave Marines , Grunts ( Infantry),Pathfinders and other doomed soldiers sent on suicide missions.
Heck, every mission was suicide!
To a certain motorist that day, the Vehicle pulled to the side of the road, caught his attention, but the uniform flagged a special interest:
What did all that insignia mean?
The fact that the Uniform was that of a Commando of the 82nd, was
Interesting: It was a unit Richard Nixon had boasted, more as a warning to the Chinese : “The 82nd Airborne are my elite forces!
It was also a whimsical challenge to Nagrah Iam, the interested driver.
The hashmarks on the sleeves of
The uniform coat meant four combat “tours” somewhere , and at least 12 years in U.S Army service – a clue that Michael “Maccabee” Bradshine was proficient in a number of areas known only to him, his team and his Commanders-
While this minutae would go unnoticed to
the majority of people, passing by- enroute to some destination waiting uncaringly down the road,a Rand McNally trip planner on the dash with a circle drawn around its graphic representation…Whocaresville. and meaningless lyrics pouring from the radio.
It caused Nagrah Iam, to eagerly screetch to a stop and ponder the situation here and to assess the opportunity he was patrolling this motor route for; a victim.
Nagrah Iamssa sat looking keenly at the land Rover. He knew what the Land Rover was, but what did that uniform mean?
The epicanthic folds of his eyelids opened wide to allow a better view. Above his brows, neatly centered between his eyes, another epicanthic fold opened, revealing, a third, parietal eye.
The Parietal eye scanned the scene quickly:
The Vehicle was owned by an Earthling named Michael ” Maccabee” Bradshine, a Paratrooper Commando enroute to Fort Knox Kentucky, to recieve training in a secret weapon- not yet revealed to him- before his departure to Europe.
Nagrah wondered what this specimen of Earthling was terrified of; what did he fear most?
His psychic ability was limited, but impressive to Earthlings, you see, Nagrah was a
Tuatara, a specie of Lizard/human known to the ancients as Naga.
Nagrah was a juvenile, only 99 years old. He was, like his race, a predator and, like his race, carnal and sensually satiated only by the blood of an extremely terrified victim-one tortured and slowly mutilated,to get the highest degree of pherimones in the blood of the victim maximized-
It was, to them, the Naga, a heady elixer.
Nagrah Iam studied the uniform to get a reading. What would terrify Michael, ” Maccabee” ?
Ah! The delimorpheous cells in his stomach began to activate, sending hunger signals to the circadian rythm
of his nervous system. Delicious!
” Maccabee” just might fear the supernatural, something he has no control over! Excellent!
Nagrah Would just patrol the highway until he spotted Michael and offer him a ride, catch him off guard, slam a metal pipe against his head, knocking him unconscious, drive out into the desert, and begin the preparation for a heady swill of wine, a feast of succulent body parts and another unsolved murder.
blood red wine!
Nagrah Iam smiled, then snarled.
Stupid journalists! How can skillful removal of body organs be called mutilated,? Hah!
to be continued.