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- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Deep in the Arabian desert lies the ancient city of the Watchers from were they spawned the Nephilim, Gibborim and Annakim. Deep in the antedeluvian tunnels waits the Watchers for those treasure hunters who might dare to enter their forgotten city and risk an encounter with these ancient angels. Follow our select group who ventures down into the belly of the city, where they will find the well of Azazel.
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Blood of Angels
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We rushed through the desert sands of Arabia. We were heading towards the city of the Watchers, as we had named it. After years of researching ancient scriptures and tales, we had finally located the capital of the Antedeluvian Nephilim.
It was hidden and forgotten deep in the Arabian desert. Of course, Saudi Arabia did not allow anyone to come and excavate in their territory.
Of course, that should not deter us from our goal. Nothing would stop us from finding antedeluvian items that could be sold at very high prices at auctions, where wealthy collectors paid large sums for rare and ancient items. These sums would not go past our noses!
We had previously excavated remains of Nephilim and Annakim settlements and it paid really well. But this was not just a settlement. This was the City of the Watchers! It was the heart of it all. From here Nephilim had gone out into the earth in distant times and here their fathers, the Watchers, had walked the earth. It could give us staggering sums just to get a few items from there.
We had set out from Oman, where our small caravan could cross the unguarded border with Saudi Arabia. It was a real stroke of luck that the City of the Watchers lay at the end of the Arabian Peninsula, where we could cross the border unnoticed.
No one in Oman had been interested in stopping us, but they had warned us. When, during the preparations for the expedition, we had said what our aim was, they had been upset and shaked their heads saying; Djinn, Djinn!
Several had warned us to abandon our goal and told us that the place we wanted to go was haram. It would end in misfortune to go there. We didn't listen, of course. It was just superstition. What would be the difference from our excavations of other Nephilim settlements? Except that this could be the big jackpot that would make us all very rich. Mammon thus propelled us through the desert sand to our destiny.
Above us, the fierce desert sun burned down on our small caravan, blowing a cloud of dust into the otherwise empty and pristine landscape. It was a long walk through the nothingness that lay before us. There were just endless sand dunes around us, but our direction was good and we quickly made it to our goal.
We had lots of courage. Everything went well! We would soon reach the area where the City of Watchers had to be. It should be there! We had put a lot of money into getting something from there that would have value.
Before us, the landscape began to change in character. It was still desert, but large cliffs and rock formations were now beginning to take shape in front of us. They towered against the sky, like the pillars set in bygone ages for hold the heavens up. Now they were just eroded and worn out by eternity. Like all Antedeluvian remains, they also suffered from water erosion as the river had drowned them and their ancient creators.
We sat mesmerized and watched these geological pillars rise around us in all their ancient majesty. They testified in truth that this was where the sons of Gods, the Watchers and the daughters of Eve had given birth to a race of titans and giants, who had ruled the world in the ages before the flood. Here mighty Azazel had ruled with his Watchers as the first and truest of all god kings, until judgment came upon them and they all disappeared into the depths.
Today, all that remained were the worn and weathered ruins of their mighty works. It was awe-inspiring. Before us, it seemed to concentrate more strongly around a center. That was where we were going. Our goal! We aimed at this goal. We drove with great eagerness towards the place where all these ancient monuments gathered. We were all excited. This was the end of so many years of work! The prize for all our hard work ...
A recognizable edifice finally appeared before us. It was a stairwell with a ring of rock pillars behind it. We could see an entrance in the fading daylight as the night approached. We arrived at the site and looked at the gaping entrance to this place. The entrance to the City of the Watchers.
Here they had gathered in ancient times. From here, they had come to power, as this place had not always been sand and dust, but a living and thrieving environment in which Nephilim had walked with heads held high, as mighty sons who inherited the earth.
There was a great desire among us to begin the investigation through the entrance, but we nevertheless decided to set up camp and wait until the light of morning, before venturing into the open gate in front of us.
