ON THE MARX

Entry 48

8 Brahma

Who were these Commandments?

Who were the Annunaki?

What the hell did that have to do with the Falcon?

That sort of crap had circled my mind several times learning about it.

My communicator buzzed and I opened it.

“Krishna Colonel, how many did they send after you?” Olga appeared on the projection in front of me when I opened it.

“I counted 80,” I said. “Including this big idiot.”

I turned the projection towards the body of the thing called Horse.

“That symbol on his arm, it’s an Annunaki emblem?!” Olga said gasping.

“You’ve heard of them?” I asked.

“As much as anyone on Golordia has known I bet.” Olga said. “Probably as much as you know about them, even.”

I looked back at the symbol on the arm.

It was strange. It looked runic almost. It looked almost like a Golordian letter I but with a U superimposed on it. The u had these spikes on the tips of the top of the U. On the I was this sort of swirl at the bottom of it that looked almost like a wave. I scanned it using my gauntlet.

“Hmm…” I said when gauntlet came back with nothing.

“Its not worth scanning Colonel, we’ve only have heard of them as legendary.” Olga said. “The fact that we are even looking at anything that could have been made by them…”

“What else do you know about them?” I asked.

“I suppose as much as anyone,” Olga said. “Even as much as you do.”

“You at least recognized that symbol.” I said. “I never even seen anything like it.”

“Only because I had seen something that was said to be something that came from the Annunaki.” Olga said that made me stare back at her.

“Where?” I asked.

“Janus has it,” Olga said.

“You’re f*****g joking,” I said.

Now what Hanuman had said that the Falcon had something to do with it was starting to make sense. The chances that the Falcon had anything that was thought to be of Annunaki Origin was a bit too convenient.

“And you mention this now?” I asked.

“It wasn’t worth telling before Colonel,” Olga said. “I did not even think it was something until I saw this emblem now. I thought it was a counterfeit.”

“Well then what is it and out with it quick,” I said.

“It’s a ring he has.” Olga said.

“A ring?” I asked.

“He said it was made of Tungsten Bi-Neptunium,” Olga said.

“Neptunium?” I said.

I pulled out the Standard Table of elements that we had as Golordians. I looked through it. From the mysterious negative metallic alloy that the Fakirs called Altinaium to the extremely volatile Darium, our table of known elements numbered in the 200s. Neptunium was element 93 and was synthetic element that I thought only existed in particle form. To top it off to combine it with Tungsten, and twice no less. That definitely meant that this metal was something that was created by non-Fakir or Golordian hands. Or at least I thought as much.

I turned back at the guy and scanned his armor.

Sure, enough the damn armor of this big oaf was made of Tungsten Bi-Neptunium.

“And it happens to be what this i***t’s armor is made of?” I asked.

“You’re kidding?” Olga gasped.

“I wish I was.” I said. “Hanuman called this i***t a Nephilim what can you tell me about them?”

“Probably as much as you do, the Giants of legend.” She said and I nodded.

“f*****g Giants,” I sighed. “Do you know anything about Arcturus?”

“Arcturus?!” Olga said but the way she said it made me feel like she had heard someone talk about it recently. She must have figured this out by the way I looked at her. “Some of the chatter I have been listening to recently has mentioned Arcturus.”

“Well then, best chase that up,” I said. “Follow up any information about Arcturus, this i***t and the Falcon. Report back to me when you have the information.”

“Yes sir,” Olga said, and she disappeared.

“Giants…” I sighed when I looked back at the big creature.

There were somethings eating away at me though.

The fact that this thing called himself Horse, was one of them.

The fact it was wearing armor like a bug was another.

“Why a bug?” I asked myself.

I looked up anything I could find about the Annunaki.

Nothing.

The commandments?

Nothing there either.

At first.

I finally found something about these guys. The Commandments were in fact a clique like Hanuman had said they were in fact followers of the Trimurti, the followers of Lord Shiva.

“Of course,” I shook my head.

Hanuman had called them like Angels. Or at least the idea of Angels. They were formless beings that were thought to be messengers of the apparent god. There were 10 groups of angels, thus ten Commandments. Chayot Ha Kodesh being ranked one and Ishim being ranked 10. 

The Chayot Ha Kodesh were called the Holy Living ones. Their leader was an archangel named Metatron he was an apparent scribe of the Angels.  It was because of him that a book of the Trimurti was even created. The Trimurti Doctrine. It was even worse bullshit than the crap that Carlton Sweeny Lorillard wrote, and I realized a lot of the stuff that he wrote about came from this book. So that meant this guy was nuts I decided.

Then the next ones were the Ophanim, and their leader was an archangel that was named Raziel. He apparently was a secret keeper? That sounded like he was someone who was a wealth of information to keep classified. Whereas Mettatron had made the Trimurti Doctrine, this Raziel sounded like he was someone who was keeping together all the secret knowledge of the Trimurti. Stuff that they did not want anyone to know.

This was followed by the Erelim, and this meant the brave ones. They were led by one named Zaphkiel, which apparently meant the knowledge of god. That made it three supposed angels that had something to do with knowledge, but this one specifically went over how Shiva himself had given him this knowledge, knowledge that was privy only to the god himself.

There was the Elohim, and these were apparently the most powerful of the Commandments. Lead by a General named the Light Bringer, that made me snort. It was typical crap that was associated with followers of Shiva, or followers of the followers of the mad god. They thought themselves far beyond that of regular mortals of course one of the generals would be named the Light bringer of all things. It reminded me of that crap I had found out about earlier. About the Divine one or whatever the s**t it was.

I was getting bored, so I skipped through and looked at the alleged names of the angels. Some I had already seen. Like the ones of the archangels that were mentioned above. Some I remember seeing before. Like Gabriel, Castiel, Azaziel, Azraiel, Mickhael, Samiel, blah blah blah but that was when I saw something that made me say.

“What in the f**k?!” I quickly dialed Heather when I saw the name of an angel I recognized and ran into recently. I sighed heavily and rubbed my temples. The Damn monkey had thrown me into another rabbit hole, and I knew it.

I waited for Heather to answer.

“Hey!” she said as her face appeared. She smiled brightly enough that it made my heart skip a bit as it had a tendency to do. I must have bene scowling or something because her smile disappeared and made her ask. “Did the assassins do something?”

“You know about that?” I asked.

“I just hung up with Olga, I actually was about to call you.” She said.

God damned Olga, I thought. She and Heather had become super close. Like sisters close they had become in the past couple of months. They always ran off together just to talk, do girl stuff. It was annoying as hell, but it was good for the both of them. Olga, admitted she did not have many female friends and her becoming friends with Heather seemed an obvious thing.

“Why did the Marquis name one of his daughters after an angel?” I asked.

“You mean Uriel?” Heather asked.

I remained silent.

Heather sighed heavily.

“What do you know?” I asked.

“They think she is something special,” Heather said sighing heavily.

“Oh?” I asked.

“Marxus, the old man and the Marquis are nuts you already know that.” Heather said.

“I do,” I said.

Heather looked like she was biting her tongue about something

“What do you know, spill it.” I said.

“They call her a Yoki,” Heather said. “But she isn’t the only one.”

“Wait a minute, Michelle.” I said looking at Heather who only nodded.

I had realized this because Michelle was a variation of the name of the Archangel of Mickhael. I rubbed my temples and I sat down behind my desk.

“So, what the f**k does that mean exactly?” I asked.

“The old man and the Marquis have this idea in there heads that both Michelle and Uriel have some sort of genetic trait that is a perfect vessel for a prophetic….savior I guess you can call it.” Heather said she suddenly said in a very somber tone and I felt that she was suddenly speaking as Samantha Lorillard and not as her assumed identity. “I also have that genetic trait.”

“You?” I asked and Heather nodded.

“That is why they tried to get rid of the Carrion traits in me, then they tried again with Michelle.” Heather said once again I felt like I was talking to Samantha Lorillard and not her assumed identity.

It was odd because this was the first time that I had felt that I had encountered this with her. Heather Fuscia was more of a lively and beautiful personality, though Samantha Lorillard also had this she also had this sort of X factor that was hard to describe, hard to pinpoint, hard to put into words.

What was it?

Elegance?

Yeah, she had plenty of that but so did Heather.

A sense of duty?

Maybe?

Whatever it was, there was enough of it now that made me realize I was talking to a totally different woman.

“Do you know why they wanted to get rid of the Carrion DNA from you and your daughter?” I asked.

“And Uriel,” she said.

“And her,” I said.

“I only have a theory,” she said.

“Well a theory is better than nothing,” I said.

“I believe that specifically our DNA traces all the way back to Sati’s brother.” She said. “The one that I am sure you have at least heard the chatter about, the one that they have called Damus.”